Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,8

everything he’d learned she liked over the months and used every one of those skills expertly as he sensually explored her with his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. When her hips started to rotate, he pulled away and stood over her. He pressed his hips into hers so she could feel how hard he was, grinding himself into her until it was a torture he couldn’t bear any more.

He eased off of her center to explore her breasts. They were firm and full, the tips a dusky rose that beckoned to be kissed. Again, Matteo teased her expertly, with a twist of his fingers and the suction of his lips, he aroused his wife into a state where her legs wrapped around his hips to grind up into him, not caring that they were both on the kitchen table, or that they had a bed to do this in. She just wanted him. And when she begged him for the release she needed, he pulled away and picked her up.

With careful steps, he took her into their bedroom and put her down on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed ready to climb over her, but she had other ideas. She turned over and stood up, just to bend right back down. His grin was full of cocky pleasure as he rubbed a large hand over the mound of her ass.

“Is that how you want it, Marie? You want me to take you from behind? To make you mine? To make you scream my name?”

“I do, Matteo, please, don’t make me wait.” She twisted her hips and pushed back into him, the robe now in a puddle in the hallway somewhere. He ran a finger down her perfect spine, over the curve of her hip, before he placed both hands firmly on each side of her hips in a way that made her suck in a breath in anticipation, only to pull her back into his erection.

“Fuck,” she screeched angrily. “You still have your clothes on, Matteo?”

“Patience, my lovely. You have to be patient.” He ground his hard length into her, just to tease her, but it made the ache there worse. He was punishing himself now, not just her.

He wanted her desperately, wanted to be inside of those slick walls of hers, to lose himself in her, but he wanted this to last, he wanted her to be completely in a mess before he let himself go.

He pulled his right hand from her hips, slid it down the crevice of her ass, to slide down into her silky folds to find her clit. “That’s what you need, right, darling? You need to get off. That’s all you need.”

He knew it wasn’t, but he loved the way he could make her come fast and hard with his fingers. It was a slower process when he used his mouth on her, but with his fingers? It took seconds and she was moaning and twitching uncontrollably. He watched her back arch now, watched the way she pushed her pussy out towards him, and knew that the second her back relaxed he’d be inside her.

He pushed his zipper down, undid his belt, and pulled his other hand away from her just as her back relaxed. With a firm grip, he guided himself to her entrance and paused to put his hand back on her hip. She couldn’t wait though and pushed herself down onto him with an audible sigh of relief.

“That’s what I wanted Matteo. I wanted your cock, baby. I wanted you inside of me.” She’d learned to talk to him the way he liked. She’d learned to tell him what she liked, what she wanted, to use her words to arouse him the same as he did with her.

“Fuck,” he ground out as her little ploy nearly undid him. The sensation of the soft slickness around his throbbing cock was almost too much, but he caught himself, even when she began to bounce on him. With a growl, he tensed his fingers on her hips. “Sit still, woman.”

“Only if you promise to fuck me hard?” She looked back at him over her right shoulder, a gleam in her eyes. She’d paused, long enough for him to catch his breath and his arousal. Thank goodness.

“Baby, you’d better hang onto something, because, yes, I’m going to fuck you very, very hard.”

She laughed as he began to give her exactly what she’d asked for. Hard, fast, he thrust himself into