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“Fuck!” I yelled, holding onto his hair and pushing him into me.
My head fell back, my back arched and my vision hazed. Pure fucking delight shot through my body as Matt plunged his warm tongue into me. He’d made me crumble with his fingers alone, but his tongue was a whole different level of bliss.
I squirmed in pleasure.
My hands were tightly fisting the sheets beside me now as small moans left my gasping mouth with each flick of his tongue against my clit.
Matt sped up as he pumped two fingers in and out of me, hitting all the right spots, building my pleasure, borderlining bliss, almost pushing me over the edge.
And then he stopped.
Matt stood up, and I watched his perfect form rise to an intimidating height that had a shiver running down my spine.
Fuck my husband is hot as Hell.
He pulled his jeans and underwear down, his erection springing out of its confinement, impatient to find its rightful place between my legs. I hazily watched him, struggling not to self-combust right on the spot.
Matt wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping it twice while his eyes never left mine.
“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.” He pumped again before climbing onto me and placing himself between my legs again, the menace in his eyes increasing tenfold. “Say it, Francesca.”
“You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.” I quickly conceded. I was in no position to be putting up a fake front I had no desire to see through. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to be the only one who fucked me.
“That’s right, Gattina. Don’t you ever forget that.”
As soon as he said that, he thrust deeply into me, my breath hitching at the slight but oh so pleasurable pain tearing through me as I adjusted to his size.
Matt groaned with pleasure, and fuck me if that wasn’t just about the best fucking sound on this planet. He let his body fall down onto mine, the pure pressure of his weight exhilarating.
I dug my nails into his flesh in response while Matt captured my lips, demanding entrance. He bit my lip again, holding on as he drove in and out of me at an agonizingly tame pace.
Again, so damn slow. It was torture.
“Harder.” I pleaded just above a whisper.
“No,” he growled as he continued his slow torment on my body, pumping in circular motions as he grazed my throbbing clit with his hips every time he was deeply buried inside me.
“Harder,” I demanded in a moan, digging my nails deeper into his back. My heart slammed in my chest as my arousal grew wild and uncontrolled.
“No!” Another deep rumble from his chest as he denied me.
With each deep push, I moaned louder, starting to tremble beneath him.
“Calmati, Piccola.” Calm down, little one.
It was meant as a calming whisper into my ear, but Matt had no way of knowing it had the exact opposite effect. That heavy Italian accent spoke straight at my clit, increasing the building pressure in my core.
Those had been the exact same words he had said in my dream.
I couldn’t help the shallow pants and moans that I released, coming straight from my chest each time he thrust into me.
“Yes. Oh my God.” I closed my eyes, trying to control the feeling, but the rapture was almost tearing through me already.
“Fuck. You’re lost,” Matt grunted before quickening his pace, plunging hard into me, giving me everything I needed and more to ride off this orgasm.
Matt pushed up to his knees, and that new angle made him reach deeper inside me while his plunges got more violent and fast and hard. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to meet each thrust as he took me over the edge, high into a dark seventh heaven of ecstasy.
As I slowly floated back to reality, I saw Matt’s hazy eyes looking at me with a grin on his face. I pulled him back onto me before struggling to spin us around. He was so much bigger than me, but yet he was the exact perfect size.
