Page 76 of Good as Gold
The night is quiet, except for the distant sound of bullfrogs in the pond, and the trailer is dark. The creak of the door breaks the silence, and I lock the door behind me. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her sleeping form on the bed.
She doesn’t stir. I toe off my shoes and remove my clothes.
Naked, I approach the bed. It’s just as I’d imagined. The curve of her cheekbone against the pillow. Her generous chest lifting the sheet on each steady breath.
My cock swells as I watch her sleep. There’s something primal about standing over her, ready to serve myself to her, like a stud horse.
Just here to do my job, ma’am.
I kneel at the side of the bed, my knees on the floor, and I slide the sheet off her breasts. And I lean right over and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
She stirs, inhaling deeply, but I don’t budge. Going about my work, I suck her tit, gently biting the nipple as her hand fumbles into my hair.
I switch breasts, licking everything in my path. She moans quietly, her body shifting, making space for me on the bed.
Rising from the floor, I give the sheet a tug and fling it off the bed. She’s spread out beneath me, her skin dark against the moonlit glow of the white sheet, her legs splayed open.
My cock swells again. I’m painfully hard in the best possible way. I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now, bending over the bed, dropping my hungry mouth right to the center of her.
“Oh,” she gasps, spreading her legs even wider. “Mmm.”
With a sigh of happiness, I flatten my tongue against her clit. Her legs tremble and then relax as her fingers rake into my hair.
She tastes like sex, and the scent makes me throb. But I take my time warming her up, kissing her thighs, her pussy, everything I can reach until she’s gripping the edges of the mattress, her hips undulating beneath my mouth. She tugs on my hair, urgently now.
I lift my gaze, and find her watching me in the dark, her eyes heavy-lidded, her breasts bouncing softly as she moves her hips.
Goddamn. She’s so sexy I want to weep. So I army-crawl up her body and kiss her once, hard, and then look her in the eyes. “You good?”
She nods, then lifts her hips in invitation.
“Glad to hear it,” I say. “Because I’m in the mood to fuck like a beast.”
“Matteo,” she breathes.
Wasting no more time, I notch my cock against her and slide inside. But for all my tough talk, our joining is a shock to my system. I brace my elbows on the bed and gaze down at her while I remember to breathe.
“I missed you,” I say, apropos of nothing.
And I don’t mean on the long drive home from Putney.
I mean all these years.
CHAPTER28
LEILA
Matteo has always been rather intense. I’ve always liked that about him. Even at fifteen, he was a serious person.
Tonight, though, that intensity is dialed up to eleven. When I pull him down to kiss me, it’s electric. Ten minutes ago, I was asleep, and now I’m on the cusp of a climax.
I’ve started having feelings about Matteo that are entirely inappropriate to this situation. But I guess I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I can only lift my hips to meet each rhythmic thrust. I can only enjoy it.
Abruptly, he makes a guttural sound, then pulls out.
I’m ready to stage a protest. But he’s grasping my hips and flipping me like a pancake. I inhale sharply as he pulls me onto my hands and knees. And then I exhale with relief as he pushes inside again.
Okay. Wow. Two iron hands hold my hips right where he needs me as he starts to thrust again.
