Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,43

trailed down her back, a tease in itself. She liked it when he pulled her hair, and he took her up on the invitation, the suggestion. He wrapped his right hand in the long strands until her head pulled back just as she thrust into her.

This time she moaned his name louder, unable to hide the sob of desire in her voice. Another shudder went through her as his left hand found its home on her hip, tilted them just the right way before it moved to smooth down her back, to direct her into the perfect arch that would allow him to sink deeper into her.

He tugged at her hair again as he began to move inside of her. His other hand brushed against the curve of her ass, before his palm landed on the rounded flesh, a sharp pain that began to burn in a way that she found shockingly thrilling.

“Don’t come, Marie, not yet,” he directed her. She tried, she really did, but that first warning of a pulse that had told him she was about to, was something she couldn’t control, not anymore. She’d tried, but she hadn’t mastered it.

He stopped, coming to a standstill until she found her breath, until she found that control that had slipped. But her concentration was still on him, on the way he felt inside of her. She felt her walls quiver around him, demanding to be stroked by his thick cock. But he didn’t move, not until he heard her take a deep breath.

He rocked into her gently at first, to build her back up slowly, to give himself time to enjoy the sensation of her wrapped around him. “Fuck, you feel so good, Marie.”

The words were ragged, as if he hadn’t wanted to say them, but couldn’t help it. That sent a shiver up her spine and a surge through her walls that already felt like they’d turned to liquid silk.

She smelled him on every inch of her body, felt him, and her fingers clutched in the covers as she tried not to scream. She wanted to come, she was so close. If he’d just speed up a little bit, just a little more, that’s all she needed. A little.

She squeezed her already tight walls until they clamped around him, and he gave the expected grunt of pleasure mixed with surprise. His hand, still wrapped in her hair, pulled a little more and the sting of pain that gave her set her off all over again. “I can’t help it, Matteo. Please, come with me. Come with me, baby.”

She panted it all out, in time with the quick, deep thrusts he gave her now. His hand let loose of her hair so that he could grasp both sides of her hips with his fingers. The tips dug in, painfully, but it turned to pleasure in her brain as he drove harder, drove her into another wave of pulses that left her unable to think.

They clung together, still joined as they caught their breath. He finally slid up onto the bed, then pulled her up beside him. She was still lost in the bliss of being utterly satisfied, her eyes closed against anything that might make the sensation end. She needed that moment like she would need a drug; it was her drug now, given to her only by Matteo.

She curled into his side and listened to him as he began to snore softly. A smile spread over her face as she realized he’d fallen asleep quickly. Turning away, she pulled her left leg up to rest against the bed while her right leg stayed straight. Her legs felt restless, though, so she moved them around until she figured out nowhere was comfortable. It was one of the things keeping her up at night now, her legs just felt so very… restless.

She reached for a robe and slipped the long light green fleece over skin now covered in goosebumps. Even with the fires, the air was still cool if you weren’t clothed. Padding softly to the window, Marie opened the curtain just enough to look out. There was even more snow on the ground now, and it continued to fall. The floodlights lit up the night, which was supposed to help discourage the bear from coming back, or so Anton had told her.

She knew it was just to make sure they could see more of the area around the house. In the distance, she could see the dark line