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“Cazzo, that feels so good,” I gritted, my eyes closing in bliss.
“We haven’t even gotten started,” she moaned, rolling her hips tentatively.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her down to me, and released a breath on her breasts.
I fisted her hair and pulled hard, my mouth at the shell of her ear. “Better ride me, baby, because if I fuck you, I’ll be too rough.”
She rolled her hips, sliding my dick in and out of her soaked pussy. She ground her pelvis against mine, the blissful expression making her appear almost surreal, her long lashes resting on her flushed cheeks.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Her coral-blue eyes met mine, hazy and full of desire.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Her inner walls clenched around my length, her body trembling and her moans getting louder.
Fuck, I wouldn’t last much longer.
Reaching between our bodies, I found her clit with my thumb and brushed it lightly while with my other, I took her nipple between my fingers and twisted, squeezing hard.
She upped her tempo and moaned, her pussy strangling my cock.
My fingers toying with her clit, it wasn’t long before her walls were milking my cock.
Flipping us over so she was beneath me, writhing with pleasure, I thrust hard and deep inside her, fucking her through the orgasm. Flesh against flesh. My grunts against her moans. Erotic sounds filled the igloo as my body seized, a tingling sensation starting at the base of my spine.
“Ari,” I said in a guttural voice as I came harder than ever before.
I shuddered against her, my cum filling her and smearing both of us, then wrapped her in my arms and rasped in herear, “You’re my sun. My star. My galaxies. Without you, I don’t exist.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
ARIANNA
Four weeks of utter silence. Five days of blissful sex and romantic dates. And still, I felt a storm brewing.
Maybe it was because we hadn’t resolved anything. Maybe because we kept resorting to sex rather than talking.
Yes, my body came alive around Matteo, but my mind and heart needed more.
But maybe for one more day, we could have this bliss and pretend we were alone.
As a snowstorm raged outside, with the power out and no electronics or social media to entertain us, we decided to play a game of hide-and-seek.
“Found you.” His breath tickled my nape and I whipped around to find him grinning. “You have to do better than hide under the table.”
I sighed. “I guess I’m fucked.”
He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up in the air.
“Yes, but only by me.” He carried me into the bedroom and set me down. “Now strip.”
This man had the capacity to make me deliriously happy and completely unsettled. There was no in between with Matteo. It terrified me.
“You first.”
He was already pulling his T-shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest and those rippled muscles. He knew they made me weak in the knees.
“Come on, wife. Start taking it all off,” he drawled, smiling boyishly for the first time since the Vitale party.
