Page 45 of Dare To Free Us

You don’t know that!I looked back at him with a blank expression.

I knew I didn’t say it out loud but he must have read my mind because he let out that helpless sigh, like he did when I was usually being difficult.

Matteo reached across the SUV, gently took me by the hips and pulled me on top to straddle him. As our cores settled against each other I instantly felt need pulling in my belly.

Matteo put one hand behind my head, pulling me in close. “I will come back to you, Arianna. To our child. I promise.” My heart clenched hard.

What could I say? I don’t believe you? Don’t make promises you have no control over? Everything I wanted to say seemed anti-productive. So I went with what I could never say enough. “I love you.”

“I love you, Beautiful.” Then he kissed me, keeping one hand on the back of my head and the other on my ass. As he slowly stroked me with his tongue I placed my hands behind his head and deepened the kiss.

We hadn’t made love in… a day? Two? It didn’t matter, being in a position where you want something but suddenly can't have it puts you into a state of crazed need. My panties were in danger of getting very wet.

“Matteo. I want you so bad but…” I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand the jostling.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against my neck.

“How?” I was so desperate for him to give me pleasure I wanted to cry.

Matteo turned and gently laid me down on the seat. Thankfully, full-sized SUVs have lots of room.

Reaching for my leggings Matteo looked as desperate as I felt. My heart raced. The headache was slowly getting swept away in the wave of desire. But I was still nervous about it hurting my sore body— although at that point I might have been willing to deal with it.

“Matteo, I…”

“Shhhh,” he cooed, while pealing my legging down my legs, pulling them off with my shoes. Then he leaned down and settled his face between my thighs. My heart rate jacked up with anticipation.

“Try to stay still. I’ve got you, Beautiful.” He head lowed to my center and I felt his hot tongue lick across my bundle of nerves. I moaned instantly and threaded my hand into his dark, soft hair.

Matteo gently lapped at me until my other fist was full of leather seat and it was all I could do to stay as still as possible.

He pushed his tongue deep into my entrance several times then ran circles around my clit. I started to squirm but his strong hands held my hips in place. Back and forth he went drawing out my pleasure with glorious torture.

But I hated that I was getting off and he wasn’t.

“Touch yourself,” I whispered. Matteo groaned against my flesh sending vibrations into me that made me shiver and moan.

There was a rusting of fabric and the jiggling of belt, then Matteo’s effort turned from calm to frantic. I looked down to see his arm pumping at a rapid pace while his mouth devoured me.

So fucking hot. Matteo groaned again now that he was pleasing himself.

Suddenly my orgasm drew everything tight as heat spread through my veins at high speed. Matteo made fast, hard strokes across my bundle of nerves sending me into a delirious desperateness. My orgasm came out of nowhere. A small cry and heavy moan filled the space. Matteo didn’t stop until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure out of me. Then he popped up to give me a great view of him stroking himself.

His hand worked vigorously as he stared down at my center, dripping wet with his spit and my juices. His jaw clenched and I could tell he was getting close.

“On me.” I lifted my shirt higher to give him a blank canvas.

Matteo leaned over me bracing himself up with his other arm. The head of him lightly bounced off my stomach with every stroke. I placed my hand over his to help him finish. Matteo made a grunting sound, his hips jerked hard and then liquid heat hit my flesh.

It filled my belly button and dotted my stomach. I helped Matteo stroke through his orgasm as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He took a few deep breaths before he looked down at his handy work.

“Fuck. I love seeing you covered in my baby-batter.”

“Baby-batter.”

He smiled big knowing I hated that term. Then he leaned down to kiss me. I breathed him in deep wanting to hold onto him until tomorrow morning came and the opportunity of whatever he had planned that night passed.

I think he could sense it because be pulled back with a worried expression. “I need you to be my brave girl, Arianna. You are my queen, Ineedyour support and your confidence in me.”