I rolled my eyes. He was right, of course. They had grown a cup. I grabbed the back of his head and he latched back on to my nipple. I relaxed, my body humming with the first soft pulses of pleasures spreading all the way from my nipple down to my core. Slowly, he worked his way lower, his tongue and mouth worshiping every inch of me. My body practically burst with anticipation when I felt his warm breath ghosting over my pussy.
“I never get enough of the sight,” Matteo growled.
“Enjoy the sight before my vagina gets shredded by child birth.”
Matteo burst out laughing. “Fuck Gianna, what kind of dirty talk is that?”
I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
“I don’t want that kind of truth while I’m looking at your beautiful pink pussy,” Matteo joked.
“Tough luck. You should take your time worshiping it then.”
“Oh I will,” he said in a low voice and I shivered. I parted my legs wider and smiled when I felt Matteo’s warm breath against my opening before his tongue dove between my folds for one hard lick and I almost came right then. Matteo chuckled. “Very sensitive today, are you? Then I’ll have to be extra careful to draw this out.”
He was right. I’d become far more sensitive these last couple of months, which led to embarrassingly fast orgasms.
“I have faith in you,” I said, then gasped when he suckled one of my lips into his mouth. “God, yes.”
Then I didn’t say anything anymore because I really didn’t need to. Matteo was a fucking master at eating me. He knew every move I liked and he executed them perfectly. I had to sit up farther to watch him, propping up a pillow behind my back, and he smiled against my pussy, then flicked his tongue so I could see it circle my clit. My lips opened with a moan and I parted wider for him. He held my gaze as he flipped his tongue up and down. I loved watching Matteo and he loved watching me. Our eyes locked as he took his time caressing my sensitive folds with his tongue. I raked my fingers through his hair, smiling almost deliriously from the pleasure coursing through me.
He brought his hand down to my pussy and slid the thumb along my slit then he reached up and pushed the finger into my mouth. I suckled on it, tasting myself on Matteo’s skin. His appreciative growl almost sent me over the edge.
With that sexy but annoying shark-grin, he took my folds into his mouth and mimicked what I did with his finger. I moaned and his finger slid out of my mouth and lower until he cupped my breast and squeezed. Matteo sucked my folds noisily before he resumed eating me out like his favorite ice cream. I propped another pillow under my head for a better view, past my bulging belly, and our eyes met again. Matteo’s brimmed with eagerness, and lust and I knew mine would reflect the same. I was getting closer but I didn’t want to come yet. I clenched.
“Not yet,” I gasped.
Matteo pulled back slightly and only fucked me with his finger, his shiny lips curled up into a smirk. I relaxed, slowly coming down from almost toppling over the cliff. Matteo added a second finger and I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I relished in the skillful way he massaged my inner walls. His tongue brushed across my folds, close to his fingers and far away from my throbbing clit. Matteo drew my pleasure out for a long time until every fiber of my body ached for release. He sensed my need and turned his attention back to my clit, the tip of his tongue massaging it until I arched up with a harsh cry.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I cried as my release barreled through my body like an unstoppable force.
Matteo’s mouth was practically buried in my pussy as he guided me through my release. Eventually he pushed up on his forearms and I lay like a boneless heap against the pillows, my lower body throbbing gently in the aftermath of an intense orgasm.
“You’re so damn good at this,” I said with a satisfied smile.
Matteo smiled smugly. “I know.” He climbed up and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. “But your cock sucking skills are up to par.” He slid off the bed and stood in front of it with his cock straining to attention.
I gave him a knowing look. “Thanks for the praise.” I stayed on my back.
Matteo raised his eyebrows then curled his hand around his erection and began rubbing himself slowly. A droplet of precum teased me. With a huff, I pushed into a sitting position and perched on the edge of the bed, so Matteo’s cock was in front of my face. I shoved his hand away and gripped his length, then ran my tongue over his balls before sucking on them as I began to pump him slowly.
“Fuck,” Matteo groaned. “I can’t wait to come all over you.”
I ran my thumb over his tip, spreading his precum. My own arousal spiked again. Sucking Matteo off was one of my absolute favorites. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, then circled the velvety head and dipped my tongue in.
“Stop teasing, Gianna. Suck me.”
I grinned at his commanding tone. It turned me on like nothing else, even if I’d never admit it aloud. Of course, the arrogant bastard knew only too well.
I slid his erection into my mouth slowly until he was sheathed completely in me. It took a few breaths through my nose to get used to the feel as always. Matteo watched me with pure hunger, groaning low in his throat. His balls vibrated against my chin as he shook with arousal.
It had taken a while before I’d managed to take all of him but I had been determined to master it because he’d once made a comment about deep throating to annoy me.
Matteo tangled his fingers in my hair and when I started to move back slightly, he knew I was ready. Holding me by the hair, he began to thrust into me deep and slow, hitting the back of my throat every time, and every time he did, he moaned low in his throat and his finger flexed in my hair. He held my gaze as he claimed my mouth and I reached for the vibrator on the bedside table, turned it on and touched it to my clit. In the last two weeks of Matteo staying in New York, it had become my best friend, especially during phone sex sessions with him.
Matteo’s smile darkened. “Already eager for cock again, my insatiable fury?”
I glared but couldn’t say anything because he kept fucking my mouth.
“Having my cock down your throat has so many perks,” he teased.
I graced him with my teeth in warning, and he groaned deeply. “God, fuck. Gianna, you are the blow job queen.”
I cupped his balls with one hand while my other slid the vibrator in and out of me. I moaned around Matteo’s cock and could feel his balls tighten. He slammed into me a few more times before he pulled back.
I grinned wickedly up at him as his body jerked, his eyes darkening with lust and his cum shot out of his cock and all over my throat and chest. My own release crashed down on me and I arched, moaning. Matteo watched me hungrily as I kept pumping the dildo in and out of my pussy.
I let myself fall backward, the dildo still buried inside of me but no longer turned on. Matteo took a few paper towels from the nightstand and held them out to me. I took them. “You always make such a mess,” I teased as I rubbed myself clean.
A dangerous smile curled Matteo’s lips. “Do I?” He sank down beside me and gripped the base of the dildo and turned it on. I was oversensitive so I twitched.
Reaching for Matteo’s hand, I tried to get him to turn off the dildo again. “Matteo,” I gasped. “Stop it.”