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Francesca
I sat back on my seat, still shaking from Matt’s touch.
How could he affect me like this? It was a mystery how I managed to pull away from him when all I wanted was the exact opposite. I guess the anger burning from inside my chest was helping me keep my feet grounded somehow.
Jealous! He thinks I’m jealous.
A strangled, nervous chuckle left my throat at that thought as I tried to mock it into ridicule, knowing deep inside that it was the acidic truth. No. It was a false sense of possession for something that should be mine. My husband.
I took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension as I settled as comfortably as possible, closing my eyes, hoping to fall asleep before he came back. I couldn’t shut my eyes at all last night, and I was already feeling my corneas burning in a plea for rest. Maybe I could shake that first-degree encounter with the beast off while I’m at it.
Matt must have needed the reprieve, too, because he didn’t come back to his seat. I slowly slipped into a blissful sleep, sweet darkness pulling me under. As I finally started to relax, two strong hands landed on my legs, rising up my thighs in a steady stroke. My eyes flew open once I felt myself in the air. Matt picked me up, spinning us around to take my seat and making me straddle him. I frantically looked around, checking if anyone was watching us.
“Don’t worry, I’ve sent them all to the front. I have you all to myself,” Matt said, his tongue leaving a wet trail across his lips.
I felt those words right on my pussy as the anticipation grew in my core. Matt’s strong hands traveled up my back, sliding my shirt up with them until it was thrown on the floor.
“Beautiful.” He murmured in a whisper, staring straight at my boobs before looking up at me again. “You are beautiful, Francesca. And you are MINE. Got it?”
One of his big, strong hands cupped my face, pulling me to him, kissing me as if it were the first time. It was slow and caring when it started, increasingly growing into an urgent, greedy kiss that consumed me like a flame. I twisted on top of him, burning for more.
Matt grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry kisses as he made his way down to my chest. My hands were both tangled in his dark hair, pulling him into me while my body pleaded for more of him. I felt myself tremble in pure lust and desire, watching as Matt was finally claiming my body. I had dreamed about this over and over again ever since we first met.
Matt pulled my bra down, exposing one of my nipples, hungrily taking it into his mouth, biting and sucking to his heart’s content. My head fell back, a low moan escaping my mouth, eliciting another harsh bite on my perked bud, sending an electric stream straight down to my pussy. My hips ground forward as I sought his hard cock, needing friction to ease this growing ache.
Matt stood up, holding me to his hard chest until my feet touched the ground. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, pulling it from the back, before yanking his jeans off and throwing them on the other seats. His body was as impressive as I had dreamed, tanned and toned to perfection.
He kissed me again before getting rid of my pants and pulling me onto him again. He grabbed my hips, pressing them down so I could feel his cock, completely hard and ready to please me.
I moaned at the feeling as my pussy clenched with the need to be filled. Matt’s hands covered my naked ass, pushing me to him in a steady rhythm as I dry-humped him with just my thong and his boxers in the way.
“Oh God.” I moaned as his thumb reached for my clit, rubbing it under the lacy underwear. “Take these off!” I ordered, pulling on his underwear. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me now. I no longer cared if someone caught us. I just needed him to quench this thirst that was burning from within.
“Calmati, piccola!” He whispered in my ear, making my fire burst into wild flames at the sound of his sexy Italian accent. How could I take it slow? If he carried on down this path, I’d be coming before he could say my full name.
“FRANCESCA!” I heard someone call from behind me, making me tear away from Matt’s kiss, turning towards that voice, my heart racing faster as I recognized it. Jackson.
I suddenly woke up, jolting from my seat as I called out his name in surprise, gasping for air and feeling the heat on my cheeks.
Oh. My. God. That was one vivid dream!
I swear I was still on the verge of an orgasm right now. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to steady my breathing and the urge to take the still throbbing sensation between my legs all the way until I crumbled in bliss.
“You speak in your sleep.” It was a low grunt coming from behind me.
Oh fuck!
How much had he heard? I needed a damn hole to shove my head into and hide from the mockery that I was sure would follow. My cheeks burned from the possibility of Matt realizing I was having a very vivid sex dream about him.
Oh God, kill me now!
Matt stood up from his seat, grabbing my jaw in his strong hand, forcing me to look into his eyes, catching me completely off guard. His expression was dark and murderous, dire in its menace. I’ve never seen him like this. I trembled under his dangerous gaze, feeling afraid for the first time ever, as I heard the menacing tone in his low voice.
“Who. The fuck. Is Jackson?”
The possessiveness in Matt’s tone rang all the way down my spine, only to settle right between my legs.
That was the first time I had ever had a dream like that.
