Page 67 of Matteo
“You okay?”
“Yes, but we should use a condom.” Fuck, I was so lost in the moment, it completely slipped my mind. “I’m on birth control, but it’s safer until we…”
I grinned. “Until you become my wife.”
“How about we have sex first?” She chuckled. “Now, for the love of God, get the condom before we both forget ourselves and forgo the protection.”
I quickly fished out a condom, her fingers wrapping around mine as I rolled it on, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I kissed the tip of her nose. “You ready?”
“Yes.” My chest squeezed at the trust I found in her eyes.
“It might be painful,” I rasped. “Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” she murmured, her hands wrapping around my neck. “I want this, Matteo.”
I kissed her temple, shifting my hips so the tip nudged barely an inch into her entrance.
“If it becomes too much, you tell me,” I said, my control hanging by a single thread. “Okay?”
She nodded, her legs wrapping around me as she gripped my biceps.
Kissing my lips, she murmured, “It’ll be exactly enough.”
I slid deeper, taking her mouth for a kiss, then thrust forward and swallowed her gasp. Her breathing turned ragged and her nails dug into my biceps, reminding me of her pain.
I drowned in her big blue eyes, worried I’d hurt her. “Still okay?”
“Yes.” She arched her back. “Don’t stop.”
My body obeyed before my brain even processed her words. In one swift thrust, I slid into her further, breaking her barrier, and groaned with pleasure. God, she felt incredible. The grip of her walls milking my cock was unlike anything I'd ever imagined or fantasized about before. It was because it was her. My Ari, in the flesh, and no longer a product of my dreams.
“You’re mine,” I whispered into her ear. “Nobody else’s.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, raising her hips. “Please, Matteo.”
The need to have her was consuming me. I began to move in small shallow thrusts. Her insides clenched me greedily, and I kept my eyes on her face, watching for any signs of pain orfear. There were none, and with every thrust, my control slowly slipped away.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled.
I pulled out slightly and then eased into her deeper, grinding my pelvis against her clit. Ari’s lips parted and flickers of pleasure danced across her face.
“More,” she demanded, her back arching off the floor.
My muscles quivered as I slid in and out of her, filling her to the hilt. My pleasure coiled, her moans grew louder, needy, and I pressed our mouths together, swallowing all her sounds like a greedy bastard.
“Oh my—” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could stop at this point. I was beyond control. Pleasure tingled at the bottom of my spine and my balls tightened. I reached between our bodies and rubbed circles over her clit as I pounded into her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my thrusts becoming jerky.
“Oh… oh… ahhhhh…” Her back arched and I watched, mesmerized as pleasure crossed her face. She milked my cock with her pussy, leaving half-moon marks on my skin with the pressure of her grip, and it was enough. Too much. I shot my cum into her, my dick twitching.
“Mine,” I grunted as I buried my face into her nape, our breathing ragged.
We held each other, her warm breath fanning over my skin while her palms stroked my back.
