Page 167 of My Italian Love Affair

He grins, that cocky, devil-may-care smile lighting up his face as he leans closer.

“Do what? Make you want me?”

I roll my eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but when one of his hands slides around my neck and fists into my hair whilst the other trails up the expanse of my thigh, all sense of reason flies out the window.

“Exactly that,” I whisper. “You make me lose my mind.”

Matteo chuckles against my skin, his hands skimming up and pushing my dress higher as he walks us backwards towards his bed.

His touch is firm - possessive in the best way possible - and my body responds before I can even process it.

“I love that I can do that to you,” he murmurs, his voice allgravelly and teasing. “And I think you love it more than you’ll admit.”

“Maybe I do,” I admit.

My voice is low - barely above a whisper - and I can’t quite believe what I’m saying.

“Maybe I like the way you make me forget everything.”

Matteo’s grin widens, and he lowers his head again, his lips finding mine with a renewed urgency.

He pushes me back against the bed before he joins me there. I lose myself completely; in the taste of him, in the way his body presses against mine as he pushes me further against the mattress, in the way his large, tanned hands roam with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

Every second without him feels like fire burning through the space between us, and when he offers me reprieve, it’s far too easy to give in.

When he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, I’m dizzy, my chest heaving.

“I want you so much.”

The words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, I’m frozen.

It seems silly given everything that’s happened between us, but the weight of his words lands on me, and my chest tightens.

It’s one thing to feel this chemistry between us, but to hear him say it so simply, so matter-of-factly... it shiftseverything.

Before I can respond, his lips crash into mine again, and this time, it’s like an explosion.

There’s no stopping it now. He’s pulling me closer, his handsgripping my waist, his body aligning with mine in a way that makes it impossible to breathe.

My thighs squeeze tightly around him as my clit pulses, and I don’t quite know how I’ve managed to contain this fire so far, can’t quite make sense of how on earth I’ve been resisting the urge to practically pounce on him, but I can’t fight it anymore.

I raise one of my legs a little higher over his waist as I shift below him, effectively lining myself up with where I know his hard cock to be, and groan into his mouth as I rock my hips upwards.

I know that when I look back on this, there’ll be a part of me that’s slightly mortified at the memory of dragging my panty-covered pussy over him like this, but it feels too good to care.

My hands fist into his tee as we move together, and I whimper happily against his lips as he grinds right back down against me, meeting my thrusts.

He squeezes my hips tightly, but I know somewhere that those thick fingers of his can be of better use.

As though he can read my mind, one of Matteo’s hands drifts down my thigh and under the skirt of my dress. His palm grazes over the damp centre of my panties, pressing firmly against the material before using his fingers as a hook to slide my underwear over to the side.

I pant beneath him, and my jaw slackens at the feel of his thick fingers tracing the outline of my wet slit.

Matteo curses under his breath, and I gasp out loud as my hips buck forward, effectively humping myself against the warm skin of his large, tanned hand.

I feel his smile against my lips as he kisses me again, lickinginto my mouth while he takes his sweet time in dragging two fingers painfully slowly up and down the entire length of me.

My clit continues its rhythmic pulsating as he teases my lips. I nearlysobwhen the pads of his fingers dance against my hood, and my thighs tremble as he carefully nudges them over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

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