Page 73 of Dare To Free Us
Every time he brushed over my nipples or got close to my center I throbbed with need. Lust swirled in the steam so heavy every breath I took made me shiver with anticipation. His own arousal stood tall and proud, ready for me. When I reached down to stroke him he didn’t stop me, but instead kissed me slow and tender as he pulsed in my hand. Matteo’s soapy hands stroked up and down my body until he was satisfied with his work.
Once we were clean Matteo dried us off— just— then scooped me into his arms. We kissed in slow motion all the way to the bed. As gently as if he were holding a baby lamb Matteo set me on the bed and settled his weight over me.
For the next few hours we made love as many times as our bodies would allow— in enough positions that I lost count. Matteo worshiped my body as if he’d never taste or feel it again. We made love slow, fast and vocal. The entire time Matteo whispered how much he loved every part of me: all my noises, my shape, my hair, and especially my center squeezing him tight. The way I tasted and the way I gave him more pleasure than he could put into words. I echoed his compliments, in appreciation for his body and wonderful cock, and said I love you a million times.
While I sucked him off I loved the way he caressed my hair and said just how good it felt to have my mouth wrapped around him. How I shredded him of all his power, and he loved it. When I reduced him down to nothing but a man enthralled to his wife the weight lifted, leaving just us. I craved how his words changed to dirty ones every time he came.
Unlike earlier I touched and kissed every inch of him, or tangled our fingers together while he slowly made love to me. Matteo even let me turn him over so I could nip at all the rippling muscles down his back. In a rare moment of total submission Matteo let me take control, pin him down and take what I wanted while he obeyed my every command. The tendons in his body strung tight with restraint when I said he wasn’t allowed to touch until I allowed it. Even though he growled in disapproval, the heat in his eyes said he damn well loved it.
Even though I normally liked to get fucked fast, hard and dirty, it was one of the best nights Matteo and I ever spent making love.
For hours it was Matteo and I back to when we first started, completely wrapped up in our love. Letting the world fall away until our passion became everything in that moment.
At some point we both fell to the sheets sated and exhausted. Matteo rained dozens of kisses onto my stomach, talking sweet nothings to our unborn child. Before either of us knew it, sleep crept up and claimed us both as we held each other in a moment of respite from the chaos surrounding us.
The morning would come fast, bringing with it all the questions that still needed answering. Even though Matteo still loved me, where would our future lead?
While my eyes fluttered closed against Matteo’s chest my brain tried to cover every outcome it could muster, producing a war of emotions.
My mind dared not to hope, but my heart was another story.
17
ARIANNA
Sunlight, bright and warming lit up our bedroom from the late morning sun. The light bled through my closed lids, making me squirm and press my face harder into the pillow.
Matteo’s soft lips pressed to the back of my neck with a delicate kiss. We’d fallen asleep with me curled into Matteo’s side, now he spooned me from the back. As more of my brain woke I took the time to appreciate his body pressed tight against mine. Then I noticed his hand making lazy passes across my stomach.
Putting my hand over his I threaded our fingers together. Matteo gave me a bit of a squeeze as I rolled over to face him. He quickly popped up onto one elbow so he could look down over me. His face was bright and much more awake than mine felt.
Reaching up I swept a piece of wild hair from his brow. “How long have you been awake?”
“Awhile,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. While he appeared plenty awake, Matteo also looked exhausted. The skin under his eyes were darkened and his eyes spoke of little sleep and heavy burdens.
“What time is it?” I asked, taking in the amount of bright sunlight blaring through the windows.
“Don’t know, don’t care. I wanted to be here when you woke up.” His hand that was on my stomach made another lazy pass. We were both still naked but with all the tension it wasn’t too hard to concentrate on other things.
Matteo looked down at me and I knew he was thinking the same thing by the way he studied every inch of my face, trying to read me. There were so many things we needed to talk about it seemed impossible to pick a starting point. His strong jaw worked several times as if he knew and then changed his mind. As I stared up into his handsome face full of hesitation my heart shuddered. I had no clue what to expect after the previous night.
“Arianna,” he breathed, then swallowed hard. “I need you to do something for me.”
“I’ll try.” I wasn’t going to commit before I knew what he needed me to do.
Matteo met my eyes and there was no more softness in them. They were hard and demanding enough to make me pull away just a bit. Matteo gripped my hipbone to still my retreat. “Promise me you will never run away again.” The seriousness in his voice chilled my skin. He sat perfectly still, not breaking eye contact.
I rolled my lips together to keep from all out pouting. There was no way I could promise that without knowing his intentions for our future. “Matteo, I can’t…”
His hand came up fast, cutting me off. Matteo gripped my chin to pull my face towards his, our lips almost touching. “Did you not ever consider what would have happened if Shura had been the one to catch you?” he growled. “What if I hadn’t been there that night and he had someone tailing you, waiting for an opportunity to snatch you?” I realized Matteo was terrified, and that’s why he was so angry.
“I knew the risk, but I had to try.”
“If anything had happened to you Arianna…” His head ducked into my shoulder, taking deep breaths that made his chest shudder as he released my chin.
I stroked my hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I scared you. But can’t you understand why I had to do it?”
His head lifted to look at me again. “Yes. I know what you want Arianna but…” Matteo’s gaze skipped around the room. “This is all I know. All I ever thought I would know. Considering something different is not only nearly impossible for me, it’s dangerous. You know that.”