Chapter 089

Matteo's Pov

As I hold her into me, soothing her into calmness, my wife seems to relax further with every passing second.

"Did I go too far, baby?" I ask, my mouth resting on the space behind her ear.

"No, no, not at all, Matteo." She exhales a staggered breath as she turns around to face me, her eyes holding mine. "I'm perfect."

"Purple looks good on your skin," I say on a whisper, leaning down to fuse my lips with hers. She gasps into my mouth and I expel a sigh of relaxation, my hands moving down to massage her ass.

I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a small bite. The act draws a moan from Mirabella's throat; a moan that sends excitement coursing through my bones.

Slowly, I begin leaning down, dragging my tongue in slow glides along her neckline. My wife's hands come to rest on my shoulders fisting my shirt in a tight grip, her chest heaving with quickened breaths.

I run my tongue over her cold, tightly perked nipple before closing my lips around the bud. She throws her head back in a moan, her hands now struggling with the cuffs secured around her wrists.

Her efforts are futile.

I give her nipple a tight suck, my finger softly pinching the other one. Her muscles tighten underneath my touch, a moan of my name eliciting in her throat.

My pants tighten, my bulge growing more precarious with every passing second. A groan of desperate desire erupts in my throat, my fingers digging into her thigh, my tongue swirling over her nipple.

She moans loudly, whimpers even, her back arching, pushing her chest further into my face.

She's desperate for me, and I am desperate for her. A match made in hell.

Seconds pass by when I finally unlatch my mouth from her breast. I take two steps away from her and my eyes tighten at the rims when I find her chest glistening with my saliva and her eyes filled with plea.

"The things you do to me, Mirabella." I say as my fingers work my buttons open. I pop open the last button but I don't take my shirt off.

My wife's breath catches in her throat as I slowly undo the zipper of my trouser without breaking her stare.

"Come here, Mirabella," I order her, my tone of voice thick with feral need.

She gulps and steps close.

"Closer, baby," I breathe.

She obeys. And when she's at a close proximity that the heat of our skins mix, she stops.

"Look what you do to me," I grunt, leading her eyes to the bludgeoned straining against my briefs. She forces a hard gulp down her throat. "Touch it, baby. It's yearning for your touch."

Mirabella takes a step forward, completely closing the distance between us. Her hand flattens over my briefs and begins rubbing in a to and fro motion.

I grunt. "Oh yes, fuck."

My hand slides into her hair and fists a chunk, forcing her head up so that her eyes use staring directly into mine. "Take it out, baby," I hush. "I want to feel your warmth."

Her pupils dilate completely as she pulls my cock out of my briefs, squeezing tightly. Just the amount of tightness I enjoy. "Yes," I breathe. "Keep going, baby, don't stop." I moan when she begins stroking me.

"Matteo," she cries out in desperation.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to stay without you for weeks? How much I craved you but was only allowed to watch you from a distance. . ." a hue of bright red creeps up her heated cheeks.

"Did you really miss me that much?" She asks, her voice teasing.

"Oh, you have no idea, baby." I affirm, "you are so unaware of just how much I love you. You don't know the extremes of insanity I go through whenever you are nowhere near me. I am really addicted to you and I will never recover."

My wife strokes me faster. My hand finds her center, my finger dipping into her wet, warm, and throbbing cunt, my finger rubbing over her sensitive bud.

Her breathing turns into sharp gasps, her body shaking, screams of my name escaping her. "Oh gosh, Matteo!" She moans loudly, "tell me more."

"I love you, Mirabella, so much that it hurts. Physically, mentally, and emotionally."

Pleasure takes complete hostage of my wife. Her body jerks into mine, her thighs clamping shut, holding my fingers hostage as she whimpers through her orgasm.

A smile of pride coats my face at her messiness. I got to speak, she cut me. "I love you too, Matteo, so much."

Music to my fucking ears. I slip the key of the cuff out of my pocket and unlock it, setting her wrists free.

As soon as that happens, she tugs my shirt off, her lips crashing on mine, moving eagerly. Our tongues flick and mingle as we move to the bed, the both of us now fully naked.

"You're being such a good girl for me today, my love," I fawn as I align myself with her entrance. She yelps when I enter her with a sharp thrust.

I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing any more of her screams. And the activities soon turn into a wild one.

One that has us going at it back to back for the rest of the day. She's as horny as I need her to be, and I am as energetic as she needs me to be.

I don't let her rest. I take from her as much as I desire. And she takes from me as much as she desires.

Like I said, we are a match made in hell. But now, we're carving ourselves out of that hell and building our own heaven.