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MATTEO

I watch Elizabeth as she sleeps. I've been awake for a while, waiting patiently. Just looking at her, while I check my messages.

I get a text from Zach. He says he needs to see me. I have a sinking feeling as to why. So I put my phone away and turn to my sleeping princess.

Last night was wild. We showered, and then I ordered takeout since we were both starving by then. We devoured everything then had sex a few more times, before falling asleep again.

My cock twitches just thinking about it. I have morning wood, and I’m hoping we can do something about that.

I turn to my side and drop a kiss on her lips. She rubs her lips together, sighing like a contented cat. She told me she was a little sore down there, and I decide to kiss it better. I'm itching to wake her, but I’m not selfish like that, so I bide my time.

It's hard to dislodge the gnawing thought that pricks me. Whenever I asked about Vlad, she got uncomfortable. At least I know his name now.

If they were together once, I don't care. She's mine now, and that's all that matters. She takes in a breath, then stretches, one arm coming out of the duvet, almost knocking my eye out. I peek under cover, see her pebbled nipple and latch onto her breast. I suck hungrily, and she immediately arches her back, a dirty, sexy moan falling from her lips. It only makes my cock harder, which only makes me suck harder as I switch to the other breast.

“Awwww, Matteo,” she murmurs, her voice seductive and low.

I lift my head. “You like it?”

“Ummmm.”

That’s all the permission I need. I disappear under the duvet, and suck each breast hungrily again. She arches her back even more, almost lifting off the bed, oblivious to the fact that the sounds falling from her lips are speaking directly to my cock.

I move lower, and lower still, my pre-cum leaving a wet trail on the sheets. Her sultry sighs make me so hard I'm in danger of coming all over her, but I hold back. I slide far down the bed, leaving the duvet to cover the top half of her, while moving the bottom half away so I can see her beautiful, wet, dripping pussy.

Fuck.

My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening lips and I’m desperate to taste her. I level my face with her pussy and slide my tongue inside her. I grunt, guzzling her greedily because she tastes to good, her juices dripping over my lips and tongue. Her sexy little sighs have me turning harder still. My hands slide under her buttocks and I open her up to me, my face devouring her for breakfast.

She rips the duvet away completely, lying naked now, her feet on my shoulders, as she tries to push me away. “Matteo!”

I stop, and look up. “You don't like it?”

“I do … but …”

That’s all I need to hear, before I dive back again. She squirms again like she wants me to stop. So I do.

“You said you liked it.”

“Your face is wet.” She recoils in disgust. I lick my tongue around my lips.

“Babe, that’s all you, and you taste fucking divine. Please, let me.” I make to dive back between her legs again and this time she falls back again, lying limp and soft, opening up more for me.

I bury my face in her wetness, licking and sucking and feasting like a man starved. She writhes and bucks, like she’s about to come, and every time her muscles clench against my tongue, I pull out. I tease her like this mercilessly, until she’s panting, and mewling, so much, I need to fuck her, hard.

“You keep stopping!” she cries out, frustrated.

“You can’t come yet.”

“I want you inside me. I need it.”

I sit up and reach for the condom. “At your command.”

Who am I to deny her?

I lift one of her legs and settle it against my shoulder, giving us both a better angle.

Her fingers tighten in the sheets immediately.