off, Matteo.” She knew better than to deflect now, she knew to state what she wanted clearly.
His fingers moved inside of her, into her, deeper, before he pulled out. He pulled at her hair just a little tighter, just enough to make her his with excitement. She knew all she had to do was tell him to stop and he would, but she didn’t.
“And how do you want me to do that, Marie? Do you want me to finger you until you break? Is that what you want? Or do you want me to fuck you, baby? Tell me how you want me to get you off.”
“I want it all, Matteo. I want everything you can give me.” Her eyes were open as she spoke, but he didn’t think they saw anything. She was too attuned to the sound of his breathing, to what she could hear behind her.
He fucked her with his fingers until those eyes closed and a shudder ran down her back. She was close.
He let her hair go and moved down to sit between her thighs. He pulled at her hips to snug her up against his hard cock. It was a torment for them both, but he could handle it. Marie, on the other hand, couldn’t, and he chuckled when he saw her fingers clench on the silk that bound her hands together.
His fingers moved faster as he bent over her, his breath a feather whisper across her ass when he spoke. “Tell me you need me, Marie.”
“I do.” She was too caught up in her own pleasure to pay attention, to say anything that long. He paused the movements of his hand, even though she was on the edge, even though she groaned in protest. He denied her what she’d denied him, satisfaction.
He needed to know she wanted him, liked him, maybe even loved him, but neither of them was ready to say words like love. He’d settle for her need. To know that she needed him made something inside of him unfurl from its prison, something that he wanted to release but had never been able to.
“That’s not what I fucking asked you, Marie. I asked you to tell me you need me.” His lips kissed the place where her ass met her thigh before he pushed her legs wider and leaned into the secret scented garden that was only his. He knew he owned her, body and soul, she’d shown him that more than once, but he wanted to know she wanted that ownership, that she needed it to be him and only him.
He needed something of his own and that something was her.
“I fucking need you, Matteo,” she answered with a sigh of pleasure when his lips found her folds. “I need you to take me to heaven. I need you to make the world disappear, darlin’. I need you, all of you.”
“Do you need all of me inside of you?” His tongue came out to split her open, to slide down to the button that would set her off. He pulled her up on her knees to get better access. “Or do you need my tongue on you, Marie? Is that what you need? My tongue beating at your clit until you fly into a million pieces?”
“Yes,” was all she could answer when his tongue found that button again. Her sweet sounds of delight made his skin hot, the essence of her on his tongue made him sweat while at the same time his cock pulsed.
He twisted a fist in the sheet on the bed as he worked to make her make those sounds that unleashed that something inside of him, that something that only she could bring out.
“Matteo,” she moaned his name, her hips twisting in time with her rapid breaths. He could feel how hot her skin was as he moved his hands to grasp at her thighs, to spread her even wider. “Matteo, I’m so close…”
He pulled away then, completely, and moved off the bed. His pants disappeared and he climbed back up onto the bed.
“You know, Marie,” he paused to run a finger up from her feet to the back of her knees. He heard her moan, watched as her toes curled back towards her feet, and smiled with a smug delight that he’d tickled her. His fingers stroked at the delicate skin at the back of her knees before they moved up to her thighs. He moved up behind her and began to stroke at