Page 109 of Ache for You (Slow Burn 3)
“Hurry.”
He fumbles in his pocket, withdraws his wallet, finds a condom, rips it open, and takes it out. I watch him roll it down the length of his erection with my heart in my throat. As soon as he’s situated, he grabs my thigh, pushes me against the wall, pulls my leg up to his waist, and angles himself between my hips.
I feel him, hot and hard between my legs, hungry for me, and cling to his shoulders as he finds the way of it with one sure, hard thrust.
We both groan in relief as he slides inside.
Finally.
I feel him everywhere at once, in my fingers and toes, underneath my eyelids. He’s the burning-hot center of me, the center of everything, my breath and my heartbeat, the life in my cells. I don’t know how I ever imagined sex was adequate before this. His body is a revelation, but it’s not that. It’s this feeling. This earthquake of sensation, this detonation inside me that feels like I’m being ripped apart and put back together, all at once. Like I’m shedding my skin for something new and completely wonderful.
Like everything bad that’s happened was worth it because it was all leading up to this.
We stare into each other’s eyes as he thrusts inside me. His chest is slick with sweat. My breasts are still bared, jutting out from the shelf of my bra, and my nipples drag against his skin with every movement, sending shock waves of pleasure between my legs. He’s supporting most of my weight with his hands under my ass because the one leg I’m standing on is Jell-O, but he shows no signs of fatigue as he pumps into me over and over, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
“Ever since I saw first you,” he says hoarsely, his lids half-closed and his face flushed. Dark strands of hair are stuck to his forehead. He turns his face to my neck.
“What?” I breathe, arching into him, almost, almost there again.
Against my throat, he whispers, “I’ve been yours,” and presses his teeth into my skin.
His next hard thrust takes me over the edge. I dig my fingers into his back and bite his shoulder to muffle my scream as I writhe against him.
With one final hard jerk, he comes. I feel him throb and pulse inside me, feel the length of him somehow grow longer. A shudder runs through his chest. He gasps, and it sounds like my name.
It’s several long moments before I come back to myself. When I do, I blink up at Matteo. He smiles down at me in hazy, wonderful satisfaction, his face aglow.
I say, “If you tell me that was mediocre, I’ll neuter you.”
He laughs weakly, squeezing my butt. “All these threats against my poor testicles. You should be nicer to them.” His voice softens, and so do his eyes. “They like you.”
“Oh, lucky me.” When he pinches my behind, I laugh and relent. “I like them, too.”
Matteo lifts his brows.
“And some of your other parts.”
He purses his lips, waiting, and I sigh. I take his face in my hands and kiss him. “And the guy all the parts are attached to.”
“How romantic,” he deadpans. “Stop or I’ll blush.”
“Listen, you just banged me senseless in a dressing room. I’m in no shape for witty repartee. Can I have my leg back now?”
He frowns at me. “Are you always like this after sex?”
“Amazingly adorable? Why, yes. Yes I am.”
I send him a brilliant smile. He grins back at me. “I think I’m rubbing off on you.”
I lower my lashes, my smile turning coy. “I think the rubbing has already been done, sir. Now give me back my leg. I’m cramping.”
He doesn’t give me back my leg. Instead he starts to massage my bottom, then my hips, working his thumbs into my muscles and staying buried inside me, smiling and gorgeous as a teenage dream. He whispers, “I could stand here like this forever.”
He’s going to give me atrial fibrillation if he keeps looking at me like that. His eyes are selling me a fairy tale, and though I know I’m crazy about him and there’s no going back from this, I’m not ready to roll out the red carpet for another white knight just yet.
Considering the last one turned out to have rusted armor and a lame horse.
When I push lightly against his chest, Matteo reluctantly withdraws from my body. He kisses me again, with infinite tenderness, then adjusts my skirt before discarding the condom into the tiny wastebasket in the corner. He buttons his shirt and tucks it into his pants. As he zips up and buckles his belt, I put my boobs back inside my dress and smooth my hair. Then I look around the floor for my panties.
