Chapter 38: CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

MIRABELLA.

It has been over an hour since Matteo walked out my door, I cried about it but not for long because I’ve gotten so used to him being so cold and distant.

I understand his struggles but I’m no longer willing to put up with it, which is why after having a bath, I’m now seated and fully relaxed on the cushion, reading through the annulment papers with great focus.

If he is willing to walk away from me, then I should be willing to do the same. I can no longer hold him against his will.

Continuous loud bangs resound against my door and after a while of ignoring it, I walk over to the door full of rage as I swing it open only to be met by Matteo’s shirtless torso, hooded eyes and messy hair.

Shit.

I squeeze my thighs together.

It’s been too fucking long!

He tries walking into the room but I shove him back with my palm on his chest while my eyes narrow to slits, my glare venomous and molars grinding. “Yes?”

Silently, he stares at me for long minutes, his features expressing confusion. “I’m sorry for walking out on you. Let me come in so we can talk?” He rushes out and I chuckle dryly.

“An hour too late for that, Matteo. You came in here, we talked and you chose to walk away. Not my fault and I’m done talking.” I speak bitterly.

Wow.

Those eyes. These magical fingers. That magical wand in between his legs.

Shit!

Focus!

Fuck! I want to dig my fingers into that scalp.

Focus!

“I’m sorry princess, please let me in.”

I snap, “who the fuck do you think you are?! How dare you come here and demand to be let in when I gave you the opportunity to stay and you chose to leave?! Fuck off Matteo! Don’t blow hot and cold with me, do you understand? I’ll no longer tolerate that treatment from you! It’s either you’re in or–”

“Shut the fuck up Mirabella!” He bellows, “I’m here, am I not?”

I flinch. “Don’t fucking yell at me!”

Heavy breaths.

Softened gaze.

“Let me in. Please.” He pleads with remorseful eyes.

Silence.

“You walk in here and you give me your all.” I state and he nods as he takes calculated steps into the room. I take a step backwards with each step he takes forward until we’re all the way inside the room.

He slams the door shut with a click to the lock.

“I’ll give you my all, Mirabella.” He murmurs, “my heart, body and soul. Take them all but just give me an opportunity to make this right. Let me do right by you.”

I crane my neck back so that I’m able to get a better look at his face. “This is not a joke Matteo.” I mutter.

“Do you see me laughing?”

“This will no longer be a husband and a wife consummating their marriage. It will become so much more.” I state and Matteo nods with a hum.

“Yes Mirabella. This is so much more. I want it to be so much more.” He drawls and in a split second, his head dips, his lips capturing mine in a trance inducing manner. “As long as it’s with you, then I want it to be so much more.” He murmurs against my lips.

We both moan into our mouths.

Fuck.

My heart starts beating so fast and rough that I feel it all up in my throat. My hands grip Matteo’s shoulders to keep myself from stumbling. I feel wussy, downright flushed with a certain kind of weakening warmth washing through my bones.

This is so much more.

The words repeat in my head like a chant because it truly is so much more than I’ve felt with Matteo. A new kind of intimacy.

I’ve never had a kiss this delicate, gentle, rough, claiming and toe curling all at the same time.

Fuck!

I’m about to come just by having his lips on mine.

Matteo pulls away from me with one string of saliva still maintaining the connection between our lips. Both our eyes move rapidly from left to right as we breathe heavily and unevenly with our mouths gaped open.

We practically gasp our breath.

“Mirabella. . .” His lips caress my name and I moan involuntarily. “I knew those lips would be the death of me.”

He groans.

Matteo’s head dips again and this time he’s roughly eating out my mouth. His tongue darting out, intertwining with mine as they battle for dominance.

His palm delivers a tight squeeze to my breast and I squirm, immediately sliding my fingers into his hair, tugging hard. He moans.

He likes it and I know because he murmurs, “harder,” against my lips and I oblige him.

Each time gaining a moan from him.

His hands fondle my breasts before sliding down to squeeze my ass. “There’s so much going on here. Fuck! I don’t know where to begin. My wife is the full package.” His voice husky and laced with lust.

I chuckle, letting out a startled gasp when he attempts ripping my dress off.

“Shit. I’m sorry princess.”

I shake off the memories of that night and smile at him, “it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“No. I should be gentle with you. Fuck! I’m fucking this up again, am I not?” He grimaces.

I cup his cheeks in my hands as I stare deep into his eyes, “you’re doing good Matteo. So good.”

“Yeah?” Matteo’s fingers work as fast as his lips. He begins undoing the buttons on my dress, his tongue trailing lazily across my neck line, sucking on the skin until he’s marked me.

Gently, he slides my dress off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked, bare and vulnerable before his piercing gaze. “Dio Mirabella! You’re so beautiful and sexy.” He whispers as he leaves trails of chaste wet kisses all over my exposed body.

“I.” Kiss.

“Want.”

Kiss.

“To.”

Kiss.

“Love.”

Kiss.

“Every. Inch.”

Kiss.

“Of. You.” He immediately drops to his knees. “Leg over my shoulder.” I whimper at his commanding tone and do as he has instructed. I throw my right leg over his shoulder, a moan immediately escaping my lips at the feel of his tongue.

He grunts against me and the vibration causes my hips to jerk forward. “Oh.my.God.” I throw my head back, my fingers pulling at his hair even harder and my hips rocking against his face.

“Matteo. . .slow down. Please.” My body trembles vigorously as I moan at the persistence of Matteo’s tongue.

He suddenly lifts me all the way up with both my legs thrown over his shoulders and his face still buried deep into my pussy as he walks us to the bed. My back gently lands on the bed with a squeak and I let out a squeal with a strained groan as Matteo continues working my clit relentlessly.

“Fuck me Mirabella! You taste so fucking good. As good as I remember, even better.”

I prop myself up by my elbows, watching him through my lashes as his tongue flattens on my clit. He immediately glides his tongue slowly from the top of my pussy down to my entrance and begins teasing at my entrance with his rolled up tongue.

My hips buckle, my thighs tighten and my head falls backwards as sweat glistens on my forehead. “Oh! Christ Matteo. . .I’m. . .”

“Come for me baby. Let me taste all of you.” My body surges forward, legs shaking vigorously, more sweat trickling from my forehead and my core clenching tight as I come down from my high.

An unexplainable euphoric experience.

“Matteo!” I muffle my scream against the back of my palm as Matteo’s mouth and tongue continue milking my pussy of every liquid pooling out of it.

“Si principessa.” He comes up, immediately slamming his lips on mine, chewing on my lips like a starved man, making me taste myself. I arch my back with a moan.

He braces one palm on the bed, pulling his sweatpants down with the other, kicking it off with his feet. His tip teases at my entrance and I gasp aloud with my eyes tightly shut.

“No. . .no. . .no. . .please.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s not happening.”

“I’m okay. . .”

“I’m okay. . .”

“It’ll pass. . .”

“Show us your will to live.”

I don’t realize that I’m hyperventilating until Matteo gently places his lips on my temple, “hey…baby. It's just me, Mirabella. Open your eyes and see that it’s me.” He soothes and I slightly part my eyes, still breathing hard.

“No. Please.” I feel my eyes well up with tears.

Matteo mutters incoherent words under his breath. “Princess? Please look at me for a second. Fuck having sex!” he growls from the back of his throat. “Just look at me baby, please.”

I murmur, “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”

“Of course you can, baby. Please open those gorgeous eyes of yours for me. It’s just me, Matteo, your asshole of a husband.”

I chuckle.

A lone tear slides down my face and I gulp as my eyes flutter open. Matteo’s gaze softens at me and I stifle a sniffle. “I’m sorry.” I whisper as he trails chaste wet kisses down my neck line muffling a, “thank you.”

What he’s thanking me for, I do not know but I like it. I love it.

“Don’t ever apologize about this princess, hmm? It’s completely normal.” We both stare at each other with kind eyes for about a minute before he heaves out a sigh, murmuring. “I’ll go get you cleaned up.”

I shake my head in disagreement. “I want you Matteo. Don’t stop on my account.”

Matteo lifts himself off me and sits on the bed so that his back is resting on the headboard. Pre-cum oozing out of his very hardened dick. “Are you sure?” He asks as though questioning himself and I nod my answer. “Really sure?” I nod again as I sit up to fully face him.

“I need you to be in control. Take charge of how this goes so that you don’t feel suffocated.” He mutters gently and I hesitate before nodding.

He nods at me and I gulp as I go on my knees beside him.

I throw my left leg over his thighs so that I’m straddling him and let out a shuddered breath as I gently lower myself onto him. Matteo hisses, “shit. All the way, Mirabella, go all the way down.” Both hands gripping my waist as he guides me to sit fully on him.

I throw my head back, “I can’t. Too much.” I croak. I say the words but I still push myself down until he’s all the way in. The doubt sets in.

Am I good enough?

Am I loose?

Why is he staring at me in that manner?

I shut my eyes, burrowing my head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to shield my face from him. Matteo chuckles as his fingers grip the back of my neck, lifting my head up, immediately slamming his lips on mine.

“Get rid of those thoughts baby, you’re perfect. Don’t ever think less of yourself.” I nod and he sucks on my bottom lip, leaving it swollen.

I roll my hips in a circular motion and Matteo’s grip on my thighs tighten, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck baby. So fucking good.” His lips enclose around my nipple and my lips form into an ‘o’ as my hips involuntarily roll.

“Three months baby,” Matteo groans. “Three long months since I’ve been in here. Stay still except you want me shooting my cum into you in less than a second. Stay still for me baby, let me get used to this.”

I moan at his words and oblige him, sitting still as my walls tighten around his expanding and throbbing cock.

The sensation is amazing.

“God! You’re perfect. So warm,” his strained voice grace my ears as he licks the sweat off the skin of my face. “So soft. So exquisite. You’re mine.” He pants as both his hands guide my waist to move in a to and from motion.

“I’m yours.” I cry out, arching my back. Both my knees clamp both sides of his thighs as I push my hips forward up, making sure his dick rests on the upper wall of my pussy.

Without lifting my ass off his thighs, I begin rotating my waist, making sure my walls hold his dick ransom. “Jesus! Mirabella! Fuck!” His head is thrashed with his eyes shut and his throat bopping.

He whimpers. “Atta girl. You’re so good at this beautiful. You’re fucking killing me.”

“Shit!” I moan out loud as my hips relentlessly rotate. Tears trickle down my eyes, my body vibrating aggressively. “Fuck. . .Matteo,” liquid pool out of me and I throw my head back.

“Messy girl.” Matteo groans in approval as his hips surges upward with force. I scream. “I need you to keep making a mess. Cleaning up your mess has become my new favorite thing to do.”

The throbbing in my pussy intensifies as my thighs shake even more, indicating that I’m close to an orgasm. “Having you clean up my mess has become my new favorite thing to watch.” I whisper breathily, gaining a chuckle from him.

He bends his knee forward, lifting his thigh off the bed by bracing his feet on the bed. “Yeah? You love it when I clean up after you?” Hard thrusts from beneath that have me wiggling and screaming.

“Yes Matteo. . .yes! yes! yes!” I match his pace.

His head falls back, his fingers digging into my skin and mine digging into his scalp. “So fucking sweet.” He murmurs as he slams into me at a consistent and controlled pace. “Then keep making a mess princess and watch me clean you up with my tongue.”

That does it.

“Matteo!” I scream as an intense orgasm shoots through me. My back lands on the bed and I whine at the loss of Matteo’s dick but immediately moan when his tongue latch onto my clit, stroking and flicking at my sensitive bud as I scream.

“Don’t stop princess. Keep coming. The taste of you and I together,” he groans. “Immaculate.”

I wriggle beneath him, “Matteo! Too much. . .I’m so sensitive.” My body convulses more and the only thing I see is stars. Matteo growls from the back of his throat and slams into me again.

His hand holds my torso firmly against his whilst my legs wrap around him as he pounds into me hard.

This man has stamina.

“Matteo! Slow down.” I moan, thrashing my head.

Please, don’t slow down.

He let out some incoherent words under his breath before slamming his lips against mine. Matteo chews at my lips, sucks at my tongue and shoves his tongue all the way down into my throat as he continues fucking me like I’m his whore.

“God! I’m going to pass out if I come as hard as I think I’m about to.” He groans as all his muscles go stiff. His features strain, veins popping out of his temple as the force of his thrusts intensifies.

He whimpers with my name slipping his lips. His head falls and burrows into the nook of my neck as he moans. “Theé mou, se again tóso polý.”

“Fuck!” We both scream in unison as our bodies move simultaneously, jerking and quivering as we orgasm with great intensity. Matteo fills me to the brim with his cum while my liquid soaks up the small portion of the bed where my ass is lying.

We both lay there, him limp on top of me and me unable to move a muscle as we breathe hard and fast with our chests heaving. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice throaty and I chuckle.

“No you did not but I’m so tired I can barely move a muscle.” I let out a low groan.

“You don’t have to move a muscle baby. I’ll take care of you.”

And he does.

The part that I missed the most; the after care.

He cleans me up from top to bottom, tucks me in after changing the sheets, gives me a shit ton of kisses all over my face—he practically eats out my face— and brings me a cup of hot chocolate afterwards.

Matteo is so amazing and he doesn’t even know it.

We’ve experienced this wonderful night together, our first kiss after almost three months of not speaking to one another but I’m still paranoid.

I feel as though this is one of those dreams and that I’d wake up tomorrow and realize that this never happened.

My biggest fear.

Nature calls out to me but before I answer its call, I mutter, “Matteo?” And that deep, throaty, sexy voice hums against my ear.

“Y-you uhm, you. . .” here goes the stammering. Again. I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves before continuing. “You fucked me raw, aren’t you scared?”

He chuckles as his lips hover over my back. “Scared of what?”

I heave out a shuddered breath. “You know. That night, uhm. . .t-t-that day with those men. . .” I gulp down the bile threatening to rise in my throat and Matteo begins soothing me.

“I’m not scared princess. The doctor did confirm that you’re clean but even if you have something, I’m willing to share it with you.” He kisses the back of my head, “we’re married, shouldn’t we share everything together? Isn’t that how this marriage thing works?”

I let out a snorted laugh as tears roll down my face at his words. I spin around, my torso pressing hard against his whilst my arm circles around his back—or try to— as I murmur into his chest. “You are mine.”

He chuckles. “I am yours. Go to sleep now moya lyubov.”

I go to ask him what he just said but sleep takes over me before my lips can move.