Page 63 of Good as Gold
MATTEO
Leila moans as I pleasure her, and I’m basically shaking with arousal myself.
Turning her on is just as overwhelming as I’d known it would be. No—more. Because I hadn’t anticipated this feeling of reverence.
It’s not just sex. I’m changing lives, maybe. Leila’s. A baby’s. Even my own.
I kick off my jeans and briefs.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. She’s begging now.
But I’m a bastard about it. I won’t be rushed. This may be our only time together, so I slow things down with a too-gentle kiss to her tummy. And another to the crease of her thigh.
She trembles with need. I crawl up her body, kissing the flutter of her pulse at her throat. She tugs my chest down onto hers. And then she sighs my name, like a prayer across her lips. “Matteo.”
I’m a strong man. But not strong enough to hold out against that. I do the only thing I can, which is to lift her knee and slot myself into place at her entrance.
Hovering over her, our eyes lock. The night holds its breath. Her lips part again, and she arches her back in anticipation.
And then I do it. I slide myself home. Andfuuuck…I thought I was prepared for this, but nope. Her body’s heated clench is a revelation. The silent “oh” of pleasure on her lips makes me want to weep.
Lust swamps me, but I make myself wait. Another moment of stillness brings me closer to this brand-new place we’ve arrived.
“Matteo,” she whispers again, her hands gripping my shoulders, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Queen.”
Her eyes dilate with anticipation, and then I finally begin to move. Slowly, I brace my hands on the mattress, and begin a dance as old as time.
But it feels sharp and new. Every breath we share is electric. Every little gasp she makes gives me chills.
“Kiss me,” she breathes, and I’m struck with wonder all over again.Kissing Leila. My sixteen-year-old self wanted nothing more. My thirty-six-year-old self can’t even believe his luck. I groan into her mouth.
Her arms snake around my neck, and the sweet slide of her tongue against mine is almost more than I can take. My control slips, and I can’t go slow any longer. I snap my hips forward as she moans.
We were made for this. The thought licks through me like a fire in a dry thicket. There’s no denying the way her body tightens around my cock and the way her knees clench my hips. Like we’re two halves of a whole.
I can feel it building inside me—the tension and the heat. I bear down and bite my lip against the need to come. It’s all for her. But I’ll cling to this moment for one more selfish breath.
Until Leila suddenly gasps in my arms, and then gasps again. Her body pulses around me, and I can’t wait any longer. With one more urgent push, I let go, and the relief is swift and so pure that I have to bury my face in Leila’s neck and groan.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, clutching me to her chest. “Oh wow,” she pants.
I roll us both to the side and fit my mouth to hers. Our kisses are sloppy and exhausted and wildly intimate. My heart is still beating like a sprinter’s, because I’m still inside her, and I haven’t come down from the high.
I never want to, either.
Gradually, Leila’s grip on my body relaxes. I reluctantly disengage, and she rolls onto her back.
I’m not ready to stop touching her. Her skin is so soft. My hand finds its way to her flat stomach. I spread my fingers, trying to imagine a baby bump here. One that I made.
The idea isn’t nearly as terrifying as it used to be. Although I’m aware that the endorphins in my system are singing like a choir.
But I really want this to work. “What do we do next?” I whisper. “You should probably lie still for a little while, yeah?”
She turns her chin to take me in and gives me a shy smile. “Some people think it helps, but nobody knows for sure.”
I let my hand go heavy on her belly. “Then you stay right here.”
