Moisture glistened on her thighs and he wanted to taste it, to lick it away.
He’d become distracted. He stopped the movement of his hand on himself and he focused on her again.
“Sex isn’t always about the rush to the end. Sometimes, it’s about…” he paused to move his hand to her pussy, to the spot they both were focused on. His thumb slid in her wet juices until he plunged it into her. When her hips jerked and she moaned, he spoke again. “Sometimes, it’s about the fun of getting there.”
He pulled the thumb out of her, edged it around her skin, over her clit, before he moved it back down to her entrance. She moaned, she made sounds of protest, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she twisted her hips to encourage him to go further, to let her have that escape she needed. But she was his, he’d tell her when she could get off.
“What do you think, Marie, want to ride my hand and tongue until you get off, or should I fuck you into the next world?” He purred the words against her clit and he thought for sure she’d pop off, but her back arched, her ass clenched, and her voice drifted to him, harsh and thick with her desire.
“I don’t know, Matteo. You’re the one in control here, aren’t you?”
The little fucking tease. That nearly ruined him, and he had to breathe through his nose for quite a long moment to regain control, to not break. She’d nearly taken control with that statement, nearly pushed him into giving her exactly what she wanted, but he just smiled grimly and ran his hand down her leg, to curl along the arch of her foot.
“I am, indeed, Marie. Now, tell me, how do you want it? Or do you want it all?”
“I want everything, Matteo. All of it. But only with you.” She looked back at him, her neck craned in a way that must be painful, but in the dim light cast by her bedside lamp, he saw her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her hairline was damp with sweat. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and then she broke him.
All she did was run her tongue over her dry lips, but he got an image of her tongue on his cock, and that snapped the very thin cord that held him to his control.
With a groan of surrender, Matteo pulled her hips up to the right angle and slammed into her. This is what she wanted, the brutal fucking beast that made her his, that made her forget the world, but what she didn’t understand was that when she pulled that beast out of him, he became hers.
He was totally, completely hers and the world didn’t exist anymore. Just them. The past didn’t exist anymore. All that there was was this moment, her, and him. Nothing more.
“Nothing,” he whispered raggedly as a pulse of pleasure ripped from him and that ragged whisper set her off with him.
Together they flew apart. They rose into the universe as nothing more than the essence of themselves, and when they came back to earth, they reassembled as one. Nothing could tear that apart.
21
Marie waltzed out of the lobby of the building and out to the street to slide into her cab. It wasn’t something she’d have ever contemplated doing a year ago, but there she was, sliding in and greeting the cabby with the address she wanted to go to.
The driver gave a thumbs up and pulled out into traffic with practiced ease. She could have driven, but her nerves were shot and she couldn’t handle NYC traffic today. Not today.
Her fingers tapped at her phone in her lap, the cover closed. She wasn’t sending a message, she was just… nervous. She took a deep breath and stared out at nothing as the car sped away to the address she’d given.
She was worried about a few things. Things that plagued her. Lethargy kept her home and she’d missed a nail appointment already because she couldn’t get up the energy to go to the appointment. Her normal appetite had all but disappeared and her frame had become slimmer. Then there was the dizziness that wouldn’t leave her be.
She hadn’t told Matteo about any of it and when he came home she pretended she was fine. More than once she’d forced herself to get up off the couch and go