Page 81 of The Fall Affair

The words, his grip, the intensity of it all sent me spiraling. My body convulsed, every nerve on fire, and my release crashed over me with such force I couldn’t stop moaning his name over and over. I was still in the thick of it when Matteo lifted me and set me down on the bed. His eyes flicked over my skin before finding my face.

“They’re gone.”

“Who?”

“The blotches,” he said softly. “They are no more.”

“Oh. I forgot all about them.”

He smiled and reached down. “Let’s take these off.”

I lifted my head to see what he was referring to. “I didn’t realize I still had them on.”

Matteo stood at the edge of the bed and slipped my panties down. Dropping to his knees, he caught hold of my calves and pulled me until my ass was at the edge of the mattress. He nudged my legs apart, but before he could spread me wide, I resisted.

He looked up at me. “I want to see every bit of you, inside and out. I want to bury my face in you, drown in your juices, until neither one of us can breathe.” He looked down, licking his lips. “Open wider for me, bellissima, please.”

Ignoring the urge to do the opposite, both physically and mentally, I spread my legs as far as they could go. Matteo flashed an appreciative smile before lowering and pulling my legs over his shoulders.

His baby blues darkened to almost black as he stared down at me. “You are beautiful everywhere.”

“Thank—”

Matteo’s head dropped, and I forgot what word was supposed to come next. He licked and sucked, fluttering his tongue over my clit in the most exquisite torture. Whatever I’d tried to hold back a minute ago, I now gave to him freely. My hips writhed, the satiated feeling from an orgasm only minutes ago long gone, and a new hunger was building. I wasn’t one to have two orgasms so quickly. Two in one night was a rarity. Yet I felt it barreling toward me, unstoppable. Pleasure pulsed hot through my veins, and my body began to tremble.

“Matteo…”

He growled against me, the sound vibrating against my tender flesh, and I fisted my hands in his hair, tugging on the silky strands. Matteo’s tongue speared into me, thrusting, fucking me with his mouth until it was all I could do to cry out broken sounds.

“Oh, God…”

I was perched on the edge, like the moment at the top of the roller coaster, heart racing with anticipation of flying over the drop and into freefall. It was all too much—the rush of sensation, my heart feeling impossibly full, emotions hitting me all at once. My body was so overstimulated, tears stung at the corner of my eyes.

Matteo licked his way back up to my clit and sucked, replacing his tongue inside me with two fingers. He pumped once, twice, and on the third pump, the roller coaster started barreling down. My body pulsed on its own, my head thrashed from side to side, and I rode the wave until every last jerk of my body subsided. Afterward, I panted, unable to feel my legs. I heard Matteo moving around, so when I gathered enough strength, I pushed up to my elbows to see what he was doing and found him undressing.

“Oh my God.” I laughed. “There’s more. I’m not sure I have anything left.”

Matteo tossed his shirt aside and moved to his pants zipper, smiling. “I have a lot more to give you.” His pants hit the floor, and he hooked two fingers into his boxer briefs, pulling them down and stepping out. When he stood, I got my first look at the full package that was Matteo Lucchese, and my eyes bulged.

“Jesus, you weren’t joking. That is…a lot.”

Matteo chuckled and walked over to the nightstand. He pulled out a strip of condoms, tore one free, and tossed the rest next to the lamp. I was surprised when he climbed onto the mattress beside me, rather than on top of me. He was fully erect, so it wasn’t that he wasn’t ready. Propping on one elbow, he rested his head in his hand and traced my collarbone.

“There are so many things I want to do to you.”

I smirked. “I think you did a few already.”

He smiled, and his fingers slid down my neck, gently circling my areola. “Do you remember when you first come over, with your pie, and I kept going to the cutting board to chop salad?”

“Yes.”

“I need to keep my hands busy because all I wanted to do was bend you over the kitchen island and take you from behind.”

“I think that can be arranged. Especially if you make that lasagna you made tonight.”

“I want to have you outside, in the vineyard.”

I smirked. “Tomasso would probably appreciate that.”