Page 11 of Complications

“I’m good,” Matteo said with a raspy voice. “Just fuck me.”

I grabbed his hips to steady myself, pulled out partway, and slammed back into him. Matteo’s guttural moan spurred me on. There was very little finesse in our coupling. Matteo allowed me to pound his ass until my hips stuttered as my release came closer.

I reached around to grasp his rock-hard cock and jerked him until I heard his shout and his jizz spilled against my fist. That triggered my release, and I pumped it into the condom.

Matteo collapsed onto the mattress and I followed suit onto his back. I moved away from him only long enough to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash. I climbed back on the bed and trailed a path of kisses over Matteo’s spine before I sprawled across his back and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Do I need to move?” I wasn’t as big as him, but I wasn’t a featherweight anymore either.

“Don’t you dare.”

I traced the shell of his ear with my fingertip while I dropped small kisses across his back.

“Are you okay with what I did?”

“More than you know,” Matteo responded.

“Why do you say that?”

“You proved you can handle my world.”

“Do you want me to stay in your world?”

“Yeah, pup, I do.” Matteo captured one of my hands and brought it to his lips. He gently dropped kisses across my knuckles and fingertips. “But I don’t love you enough to sleep in the wet spot.”

With those words and a growl, Matteo flipped over and put me underneath him—not in the wet spot—with a single maneuver.

“I love you, pup.” He leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I love you too, Matteo.”