Chapter Ten

That evening, Matteo escorted Macy down the boat ramp to the yacht he had reserved. The captain greeted them and escorted them to the dining room. The windows allowed them to look at the harbor, and as dinner was served, they were able to see the Statue of Liberty in all her glory.

At midnight, the yacht glided back to the marina. Matteo thanked the captain, and then they were speeding back to the hotel. Macy yawned.

"Take a hot shower and then we'll head to bed," he told her. "To sleep."

"Oh, don't you want to…"

"Fuck?" he asked, chuckling as she blushed. "You're barely keeping your eyes open. Tomorrow morning, you're all mine."

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He awoke early the next day, and propped his head up on his hand so he could watch Macy. The opaque window shades turned her skin to alabaster. She took his breath away. He could stare at her for hours and not get bored. Moving a lock of hair away from her cheek, he silently vowed to protect her always. Even if that meant from him.

Rising, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He slipped on clean boxers, not bothering to put anything else on, and walked into the kitchenette to put on coffee. He poured himself a cup after it finished and stood in front of the window, staring over Central Park.

"Got any for me?"

He turned. Macy gave him a shy smile. He nodded and went back to the coffee pot and poured her a cup before handing it to her.

"Thanks," she said.

He watched her, wanting her. Craving her. After one sip, he took the mug from her and placed both of theirs in the sink. Then he swept her up in his arms and kissed her, carrying her into the bedroom.

Once the back of her knees hit the mattress, he pulled her nightshirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, baring her to him. Her breathing increased, causing her breasts to heave, the areolas a beautiful dusty rose. He grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and stripped it over his head. He watched as she took in his tattoos, eyes widening as she saw the various colorful designs marking his upper shoulders and over the right side of his chest.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, running her fingertips over his ink.

"So are you."

He bent over and captured her lips in another soul melting kiss, sliding his tongue in to dance with her own. He pushed her back until she fell on the bed and then helped her scoot up to join her.

Matteo straddled her body, her nipples pointed in invitation. He bent his head and closed his mouth over one, lavishing it with his tongue and teeth. Her hands buried in his hair, holding him close as her hips began to undulate under him. He obliged, grinding his arousal into the vee of her thighs.

"Please, Matteo. I need…"

Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't know how to ask for what she wanted.

He leaned back to look into her eyes, and while they stared at one another, he trailed his fingers down her body. Under the elastic band of her panties. Sliding his hand inside, he found her core and swept his fingertips over her clit. Macy arched her body, her eyes going wide in wonderment. A thrill jolted through him. He wanted to give her all the pleasure in the world. Removing his hand, he quickly shucked off her pants and when Macy finally lay naked, he took a moment to study her. She was beautiful, stealing his breath as his heart thumped heavily in his chest. He rose up on his knees and spread her legs wide. Her pretty pussy waited all plump and swollen with her desire. Moisture glistened around the curls covering the hood and he wanted nothing more than to sink his steel-hard cock into her wet cunt and pump her until they both splintered apart.

"Why are you staring?"

"Because I've never seen anything so beautiful." He ran a finger gently through her slit and a moan erupted from her lips. "You're wet for me, baby. You want my cock, don't you?"

It wasn't a question, and she nodded.

Wickedness filled him, because he wanted to do all kinds of naughty stuff to her, but he started with a kiss directly on the spot he'd just touched. Her hips jerked up, like she'd touched a live wire.

"Matteo," she breathed. "Oh, yes."

"You taste so damn sweet, baby."

He licked her once more only this time he focused on her clit, sucking on the nub until she moaned again and bucked against his mouth.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

"Let yourself go, baby," he ordered. "I'll be here to catch you."

Using two fingers, he spread her open and licked her over and over. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved it. It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire.

"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered. "I could get addicted to you. Come for me, Macy."

Her little cries of pleasure echoed around the room and her body tightened beneath him. She quivered around his fingers and he knew she was close. He inserted a finger inside her, pumping it as he blew gently on her core, and immediately she broke apart.

He had never seen anything more erotic than Macy in the throes of a climax. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out, looking like a marble goddess come to life. When she sagged back onto the blanket, panting hard, he eased up his torment, but he didn't withdraw from her body.

Putting his hands under her knees, he pushed back her legs and scooted up until they hung over his arms. Then he dropped his head over her wet pussy and began his attack anew. He flicked her clit in quick, repetitive motions, making her scream in pleasure. Her cream ran and he lapped it up. He sucked on the little bundle of nerves and she splintered apart again. She tasted so damn good and damned if he wanted to stop.

When she collapsed in a boneless puddle, he finally pulled back and let go of her legs, wiping his face on the blanket. He was so fucking hard that it was actually painful to kneel in such a position. He winced as his pants refused to budge and adjusted his dick.

She opened luminous eyes and stared at him in wonder. He unbuttoned his pants, letting her know without words what he wanted. Giving her plenty of time to refuse. She didn't say a fucking word so he took that as permission. He pushed his pants off, revealing his cock, and her eyes widened a little.

"It's big," she said.

He grinned. "Thank you."

"I meant … will it fit?"

"Yes, baby, it will. This is how men and women are meant to be."

He grabbed a condom and put it on as she watched him. Then he lay on top of her, cradled in her thighs. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her.

"It's going to hurt. There's nothing I can about that."

"I know," she said, tensing.

Her eyes widened as he reached between them and took hold of his dick, angling it at her entrance. Then he quickly thrust forward, breaking past her hymen. Pain clouded her eyes, obliterating any pleasure from a moment before. She pressed against his chest, as if trying to dislodge him, but all he did was grab her hands and kept them still.

"Shh," he murmured, trying to soothe her. "It'll pass."

"I didn't think it would hurt that badly," she said, a little sob breaking her voice.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Take a deep breath. Yes, that's it. Slowly exhale. Good girl. Do that again. Breathe deep."

He didn't move as she continued to relax, letting her get used to his invasion. He hated causing her pain. Another moment passed, and then, he slowly, pulled out, only to push back in again.

"Oh," she said, wonder in her voice. "That didn't hurt."

"I'll never hurt you again," he vowed. "You feel so fucking good."

He started out slow, withdrawing and thrusting back. Running his hands up and down her body. Breathing in her scent. Loving the moans he wrung out of her. He wanted this to last, but her pussy was too good. She felt like heaven in his arms. But he also wanted this to be amazing for her. He'd read that virgins very rarely ever had an orgasm the first time, but he was determined to be the exception. He reached down between their bodies and found her clit, bumping against it each time he thrust forward. Her body tensed, clamping down on his cock. It was a struggle to not come right there, but he wanted her to go first.

"Let go," he growled.

She thrashed her head, fighting against the pleasure.

"It's too much," she whimpered.

"No, it's not," he said. "Come on, baby, trust me. Let go."

He surged into her, leaning down to clamp onto her nipple. That little bit of pain threw her over and he felt her pussy spasm around his cock and her incoherent cries of pleasure pushed him over the top and he came with a loud shout. He felt his cock jerking as he spilled into the latex barrier and part of him was sad that he couldn't let his cum splash inside her, marking her as his. He never wanted to knock up a woman before, but this time he could imagine her round with his child, and it sent another jolt of lust through him. He knew, in that moment, he'd never get tired of her. And he'd never want another woman as much as he wanted her.