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Unable to contain myself any longer, I sobbed as the rhythmic slap of his hips against my ass resonated loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen.
"Brava ragazza (good girl)," he murmured, hoisting me up so my back was against his chest.
His hand moved away momentarily to kiss me passionately, his tongue entwined with mine, keeping in rhythm with his thrusts inside my pussy.
As he withdrew from our kiss, his hand returned to cover my mouth while his lips nibbled at my neck, his voice a sultry whisper in my ear.
I eagerly nodded, turning my head to meet Matteo's gaze. His affectionate grin was heartwarming as he planted a kiss at the base of my neck, where my pulse raced wildly beneath my skin.
"That's mybrava ragazza (good girl)," he rumbled, his hips grinding against mine as he continued his relentless pace.
My eyes threatened to roll back as I yearned for Matteo to climax. Heeding his command, I eagerly moved my hand between my thighs and the countertop, furiously stimulating my clit while Matteo pounded into me from behind.
It didn't take long before I screamed into his palm, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure.
Feeling my pussy clenching around him, Matteo thrust harder, chasing his release. With only a few more strokes, he drove deep inside me, burying his face in my neck, groaning his climax against my skin.
I felt him pulsating deep within my pussy, his warmth coating my insides, sending shivers through me. He continued with shallow thrusts, prolonging both of our orgasms.
When I whimpered at the overstimulation, he stopped, sagging against me.
I braced myself with my hands on the counter, gazing at his larger hands resting over mine, his thumbs gently brushing my pinkies as I caught my breath.
Turning my head to meet Matteo's eyes, I grinned wearily. "Won't have any trouble sleeping after that," I quipped lightly.
Matteo chuckled, cupping my chin and drawing me in for a kiss. He kissed me tenderly as he withdrew his cock from my pussy, swallowing the little whimper that escaped my lips at the loss of him.
Then, he adjusted my lingerie and tucked himself back into his pants. After fixing our disheveled clothing, he turned me in his arms, planting another kiss before pulling back and gazing down at me. His smiling face radiated affection as he looked into my eyes.
With one last peck to my lips, Matteo picked me up in his thick arms, and I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as he carried me to the bathroom.
I was exhausted; every muscle in my body felt heavy, and the warmth of his touch was like a soothing balm.
He insisted on caring for me, running a warm washcloth delicately between my thighs. His tenderness made me feel cherished despite my weariness, and I appreciated every gentle gesture.
After I was cleaned up and refreshed, he carried me to his room, my tiredness becoming more pronounced with each step. He tucked me into bed with loving care that melted my heart.
I slid under the covers, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin, and I couldn't help but yawn.
Matteo joined me on the bed, sliding behind me, his strong arm wrapping around my waist. I snuggled closer to him, seeking the comfort of his presence.
The day had been emotionally and physically draining, and I was grateful to have him by my side.
As exhaustion washed over me like a gentle wave, I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against my back.
At that moment, I only wanted to be enveloped in his warmth, forget about the world's troubles, and rest.
Matteo's lips brushed softly against my neck, and his warm breath tickled my skin as he whispered, "I love you, Sophia."
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity and emotion.
My heart raced, and a strange mixture of elation and fear coursed through me. It was what I had longed to hear, yet when faced with the reality of it, I froze.
Panic welled up inside me, and I desperately tried to push away the fear that gripped me. Why couldn't I say it back? I loved him, of that there was no doubt. So, why had the words lodged in my throat, refusing to come out?
Closing my eyes, I pretended not to have heard his confession. I feared that if I spoke now, I might say something I wasn't ready to reveal, but as I lay there, I couldn't escape the whirlwind of thoughts that churned in my mind.
Why did I hesitate? Was it because of the threats looming over us, the dangers that were part and parcel of Matteo's world?
