Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

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The hair I thought was soft sends a hiss out of me at the sensation of it tangling with my tender, aching nipples as he slides down my body. Hot, so hot. His tongue teases an already tight nipple, then blows my mind as he continues toying with it as he sucks deep. Oh god.

Stronger and stronger, he sucks before allowing my tortured flesh to fall from his mouth. I didn't even realize I was lying on the bed until a knee is between my legs, opening me wide for him. His mouth is back, sucking deep, oh so deep.

Yes, more, please . Teeth graze my nipple and tug as he allows it to fall from his mouth.

I'm on the verge of begging for more when his mouth finds my other breast. It isn't the same as he did before—the pressure is stronger, verging on pain—both him suckling and his tongue. And it's driving me out of my mind. My hands are in his hair to keep him there. I love it. God, I love it so much.

His mouth is back on my other breast that velvet tongue tracing every ridge and valley. I send my hands down his back, desperate for more—for all of him.

He grasps both hands in one of his own and lays them above my head. I try to leave them there but can't, I need to touch him.

"Bad girl, your hands on me are going to have me coming before I'm inside you." He growls seconds before a rough hand smacks my ass. The sound stuns me. It's not just the sound, it's how wet it makes me. Matteo shoots off the bed before I blink.

Anguish is all over his beautiful face. He's so still I don't even think he's breathing. The words spill out of me. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl. Your good girl."

A shuddering breath escapes him. He shakes his head.

I'm off the bed in front of him. My hand is on his chest. "I'm not afraid of you. I've never been afraid of your strength. Those books I read. I liked when he spanked her, when his hand went around her throat to control her, even the times she was forced onto her knees to swallow his cock. They were fantasies I never thought I would let come true because I never believed I would be with someone I trust as much as I trust you. In the same way, I don't want you to hold back in your strength—I don't want you to hold back from all the ways you make love. I want all of you in every way."

A hand goes into my hair to pull my face up to his. "I've never made love until you."

This man. "I like that we're each other's first when it comes to this. But I'm also glad you've had much more experience."

His lips graze mine. Gold meets mine and holds. The heat in them is burning me from the inside out. "I'm not trying to scare you, but I'm big. It's going to take some work for me to be as deep inside you as we both want. Simply thinking of you makes me hard. Seeing you—I still don't know how I didn't come. If I'm going to last long enough to ensure you're so limp and boneless that you won't fight my cock, I need you to not touch me. Do you understand?"

I can't speak. I can only nod.

He picks me up and puts me back on the bed. But surprises me when he leans down and grabs his tie off the floor.

"You can say no to anything at any time. We'll also go by common safe words. Red means stop, and it all stops. Yellow means I can continue, but be prepared to stop if you need me to. Another thing, just because we do something once doesn't mean we have to do it again. Everything I do to your body is for your pleasure alone. However, if you don't love it, if it doesn't feel good to you, or leaves you feeling uncomfortable afterward—then we won't do it." He's firm.

I'm a little confused. "What do you mean, it's for pleasure, but it doesn't feel good after?"

"There are many things that might feel pleasurable at the time but afterward leaves you feeling bad about yourself. When you are high on what your lover is doing to you with an orgasm just out of reach, you will give away everything, not say your safe word, and plead for things you don't want to get it. I've never had a woman regret what happened—I'm not into too many kinks beyond a few taps to add to pleasure in anal play, and I need to be in control. Since you have had so little experience, you might want to try it and even enjoy it, but it doesn't mean you have to do it again."

"But I want to make you happy."

He shakes his head. "Baby, I'm never going to be happy or feel satisfied if I know you're only doing something for me. You happy, makes me happy. If you only do something for my pleasure, I'll spank you a lot harder than what I just did."

"I love you, Matteo Castillo. And I need you too much not to touch you." I offer him my hands for the tie.

One eyebrow goes up. "Good girl." The words send a hot rush of wet heat to my core. "Lay back and put your hands above your head. One hand holding the other, not palm to palm."

Without hesitation, I follow his instruction. He moves around the bed. His fingers, nimble yet gentle, secure my hands together at my wrists.

"If you want out, tell me. Be careful not to fight it too much because it will tighten, and silk is unforgiving." When he's done, he rounds the bed again to stare down at me.

He licks his lips, and I open my legs for his eyes. The pretty yellow panties are silk and clinging to me where I'm soaking wet for him. Two fingers on each hip slip beneath the waistband. Slowly, his hands roam over my ass, squeezing each cheek. My lungs shudder as I remember him saying he's into anal. It appeals even as it scares me. Those large hands slide down my legs, caressing my thighs—trailing down so slowly he's driving me out of my mind.

I forget it's to take my panties off until he has them in one hand and tosses them over his shoulder.

"So damn sexy. I love your curls." He murmurs low.

One thick finger slides over my lower lips. I want to be embarrassed by how wet I am, but the satisfaction as he coats his finger in it won't let me. He brings his finger up to his mouth and sucks on it, his eyes close.

" Delicious ." Is a moan from his chest.

Pride fills me at the pleasure on his beautiful face.

Gold meets my eyes, and I melt at what I see there—feel as if he reached out and touched me. "If this is a dream, I pray I never wake up."

"No dream," I assure him.

With firm hands, he parts my legs and holds me open. He inhales deeply before hot air sweeps over me. His velvet tongue runs over the slit of me, up so slowly, before traveling down again. Once, twice, I'm desperate for more than simple tasting.

He groans as though he's in pain, and the vibration sends a shudder through me. "Sweeter than candy, I could eat you for hours and never be satisfied."

That velvet tongue sharpens as it opens me, sinking into me by barely a fraction of an inch. I plead for more, and he gives it to me. He's deeper, his tongue grazing over my swollen clitoris. Please more . But he's already moving down again.

His tongue goes deeper, and I sigh in relief. Except it's not nearly enough. Gentle, soft, he learns me the same way he learned my mouth. That velvet tongue is a lash of fire everywhere but where I want it most. He sucks deep on my inner lips as his tongue fucks into me in a preview of what's to come.

More, please, more. I'm close to the edge. I swear I could reach out and touch it. No .

He stops, and if there were air in my lungs, I would scream. His tongue roams down to where the wet heat of me is pooling low. I'm wondering if I'll pass out from the shame filling me at the sound of him slurping at me echoing around us. Until his moans of pleasure at how good I taste, how much he loves how wet I am for him has the shame disappearing in a poof of smoke.

Oh, his tongue is moving again, slow , so damn slow . Matteo drives me out of my mind. Teasing, tasting, he sucks my outer lips at the same time his tongue runs over the tortured flesh. I can't breathe. Dear god, I can't. Finally, he lets them fall from his hot mouth.

Two fingers open me wide, and he's sucking on my inner lips again. At first, he's soft, almost gentle, but gradually, the suction is stronger and deeper, and—y es. Oh god, yes.

He stops again . I sob at the loss. Up his tongue moves, swirling over my swollen lips before teasing the tight bundle of nerves. It's the lightest of touches, yet it sends me soaring over the edge of the world. Down, down, I splash into the waves and float in silky pleasure all around me.

Only he's far from done. It doesn't matter that all of me is still swollen and tender. Two thick fingers sink into me, finding their way to my channel. Thick and hard, they fuck me in a steady rhythm pulling me out of the waves and up into the stunning bright light. The sun is too strong, burning every inch of my sensitive skin . It's too much. I can't .

His mouth is back on a tight nipple, sucking deep, balancing me on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain as his teeth graze me. Oh god, it feels so fucking good .

My hips rise to meet those fingers, wanting more, needing more. With a loud pop, he releases the tortured nipple that misses his mouth the moment it's gone.

He's at my other breast. His fingers go deeper at the same time he sucks harder than he did before. The combined attention of both his fingers and his mouth is shooting me close to the sun. I need to tear my skin from my body—it's burning me alive. Too hot, I can't take it anymore.

"Matteo, please," I'm begging incoherently.

"That's it, baby, come for me. I need you to come. I need to be inside you. Come for me." He growls against my breast.

I'm so close, almost there. Please. So fucking close . His thumb slides up over that swollen bundle of nerves. Another press over my clitoris, harder— fuck yes.

It's no gentle splash into the waves. I shatter into a million pieces—coming so hard it's almost painful. Those fingers don't stop, driving me to tears.

"You are so beautiful, breaking apart for me. It's like looking directly into the sun." He murmurs as he presses his lips to mine.

All my bones are mush. I can barely breathe as small tremors continue running through me. From far away, I feel him slip off the bed. I can barely turn my head to find him.

Undoing his belt, he slides it from around his waist. I blink, and he's pushing down his pants with his boxers in one push.

"Oh my god." I moan. From fear or anticipation, I'm not sure. I think it's both.

"I warned you. It's why I made sure you were so weak your body couldn't fight me. I'll fit. You can take me. You're mine. Every inch of you was made for me."

Fear sends my hand up to his chest. Capturing my hand, he presses his lips to the center of my palm. "Matteo."

"All right, my love. This once, you're in control. You control how deep I go." He murmurs as he moves. Suddenly, I'm over him—he's lifted me onto him. I'm on his stomach, his hard cock burning against my ass.

The fear had hardened the mush ever so slightly, but I'm still weak. Only my hands down on his chest keep me from falling on him.

Strong hands are at my hips, lifting me up. "Open for me, baby, spread your lips for my cock."

Because I need him, I do. I gasp, losing all the air from my lungs at the feel of the thick, wet head of his cock pushing into me. Hot, so very hot.

"So hot. It's like you're burning me." I moan.

"It's to brand your pussy as mine. No man will ever fit you the way I do. You're going to mold to fit me alone." He grits out as he slowly impales me on him.

My arms go weak as I lower my mouth to his. Against his lips, I whisper. "You branded yourself into my very soul. If I can't have you—I don't want anyone."

A hand goes into my hair and another around my throat. His kiss is fierce, commanding, demanding everything, and I give him all I am.

Oh god, my body melts into him—unable to stop sinking onto his thick, long cock. He is silk over steel, forcing my body to allow him inside. Deeper, I can't take any more—I can't. I feel every ridge, bump, and vein searing into me.

"Just a little more, baby. You can take me. I'm so proud of you." He croons low.

I want to argue, to tell him that I can't. But his thumb finds my clit—oh god. My legs give out from trying to hold myself up, and we're skin to skin, and it's utter perfection.

"That's my good girl. You took every inch. I told you, you were made for me. Your pussy fits me perfectly."

Pride at taking him sends my hands down on his chest and me up. Grinding on his cock, I shiver at how amazing he feels.

"You're so damn beautiful." Is a growl from low in his chest. A large hand reaches up to cup my breast. "I can't wait until I see our baby here."

The words send me in motion on him, desperate for him to come inside me and give me his baby. "I need you."

"I'm right here, my love." A hard thumb teases an aching nipple.

"I need you to take over. I love it when you do." The words are barely a whimper.

Gold blasts me. "Then I'll give you everything you ask for." It's a promise.

His hands are back on my hips, holding me in place. Oh god. He's moving now. How am I on top, and he is in such complete control? Harder and harder, he's answering my pleas to fuck me as hard as I need.

Yes, just like that. I can't hold myself up and collapse on his hard, wide chest. He holds me tight and fucks me like a man possessed.

So close. So close. It's right there. I hit my climax, and once again, I'm falling from the heavens into him. Matteo catches me and holds me safe in his arms. With a groan, he comes too, filling me full of wet heat. Oh god, oh god, it sends me spinning into another small orgasm so tender and sweet.

The pounding of his heart under my ear and inside me sends me into the darkness with a smile. I know this isn't a dream because no dream I have ever had in my life has ever been this amazing.

Matteo

I feel Amy slip into sleep. But I'm unwilling to even blink for too long. A part of me is terrified this is still somehow a dream. That when I awaken, I'll be alone in my bed again.

Except, when I dreamed of her before, the taste of her sweet pussy wasn't coating my tongue. The scent of her skin and hair didn't sink into my lungs with every breath. Her pussy didn't cling to my cock as if she didn't dare let me go. This isn't a dream because it's better than any dream I've had of this moment.

I won't kick Rafe's ass. Hell, I don't know if there's a gift good enough to thank him for giving me Amy here in my bed—my arms. Nothing about the moment I admitted I loved her went the way I thought it would. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Hearing her say it, my arms tighten around her without thought. I will never get tired of those words on her lips. The way her eyes melted as she looked into mine.

Finally, Amy is aware she's mine forever and wants to be. The same way I want to be hers. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to tell everyone I have ever met in my life that this beautiful, sweet, intelligent woman loved me. I won her heart, and I'm never letting her go.

There are a hundred things I want to do: call a wedding planner, buy a house yesterday, call work, and tell them I'm never coming back—change everything in my life to make this woman happy. Yet those would take me away from the now of me buried in her body with her in my arms. And the only place I want to be is here.