Page 94 of My Italian Love Affair

Matteo’s eyes stay locked onto mine as he kneels, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he nudges them further apart,effectively spreading me wide open for him.

Hefinallypulls my panties over to one side, and my whole body tenses, heat pooling low in my stomach at the feel of his fingers dancing over my wet slit.

I brace myself against the smooth marble behind me, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

His smirk is downright sinful as he leans in, his breath hot against the inside of my thigh.

“You’re trembling,giornalista,” he murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above my knee. “Are you nervous?”

I let out a sharp breath, my fingers twitching where they rest on the edge of the counter.

“I think you talk too much, Rossi.”

His dark chuckle sends a pulse of heat straight through me.

“Oh, I’m about to make you eat those words.”

Before I can even consider anything clever to say back, his mouth is on me.

My head slams back as his tongue moves with slow, devastating precision.

One of his hands slides up my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my dress as his other grips my thigh, holding me in place, keeping me right where he wants me.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

My fingers thread into his thick hair, gripping tightly and tugging hard in an attempt to steady myself and also pull him impossibly closer.

Matteo groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.

“Cazzo, I love how you sound,” he mutters against my skinbefore diving back in; licking, sucking and teasing until I’m physically shaking.

The tension between us has been building for weeks, burning slow and hot, butnow-

Now, it’s completely unrestrained and unleashed, consuming and demanding.

He points his tongue and circles it over my clit, and I writhe against the wall. My back arches from the marble surface as pleasure spirals through me, heat burning through my thighs and pleasure curls low in my stomach, tightening, tightening -

And then he pulls back.

I let out a strangled noise of protest, my head snapping down to glare at him.

Despite my frustration, he really is a sight to behold.

He smirks up at me from where he remains on his knees in front of me, my legs parted wide to accommodate his broad shoulders.

His lips and chin are practically glistening, coated in the evidence of my arousal, and his dark eyes are twinkling with mischief.

“You were saying?” he taunts.

He brushes his thick fingers over my sensitive skin, dragging his nails up my thigh in a way that makes me shudder, my whole body desperate and aching.

“Matteo, if you stop now, I swear on all that is good and holy that I will -”

He cuts me off with another slow, teasing stroke of his tongue, making my words dissolve into a broken moan. My hands instinctively slide back up to his hair, tangling in thestrands and using them to pull him closer to where I need him the most.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs against me before setting a pace that has me gripping onto him for dear life.

He works his tongue over me with even more enthusiasm, licking and sucking and nipping at my clit. My hips cant up and down as I push myself back off the wall, grinding myself down and thoroughly riding his face.

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