"Fuck,"I hiss, my grip tightening on her thigh.
I swear my vision blurs for a second as she keeps going, her thumb swiping over the tip, smearing the wetness already gathered there.
I look down at her, at the way she’s looking at me - like she’s studying every reaction, like she wants to wreck me the way I just did her.
And sheiswrecking me.
I brace myself on my forearms, my muscles tense, jaw locked. I have to fight the urge to squeeze my eyes shut and just give in to the way she’s making me feel.
But I can’t. I need to watch her.
I need to see every fucking second of this.
"Dio,Daphne," I rasp, my voice barely above a growl. "You're going to fucking kill me."
She smirks. Actuallysmirksat me.
I let her have her fun, let her think she has the upper hand -
Until I don’t.
Ican’ttake it anymore, and I groan and grip her wrist, stilling her movements before I lose my fucking mind.
Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and questioning.
"Not like this," I say, my voice rough. "I need to be inside you."
She nods, her fingers loosening around me.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice lower now.
"Perfect," she whispers.
That’s all I need.
I line myself up at her entrance before pushing forwards slowly, carefully.
Andfuck- the feeling of her stretching around me is enough to make me want to explode right then and there.
I still, my forehead pressing against hers, breathing hard.
I don’t move. Not yet.
I need to let her adjust, to let her feel me - need to revel in this moment before I lose myself completely.
But then she shifts her hips, and my eyes near enough roll back into my head as she takes me even deeper.
"Matteo,please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Move.”
I happily oblige.
My first thrust is slow and deliberate, and we moan in unison at the sensation.
Her fingers lace with mine above her head, and I press them into the mattress, holding her there,keepingher right where I want her -
And keeping my eyes locked on hers.
She doesn't look away, and neither do I.