For You

21

Alyssa

The next morning, I woke up with a sense of calm I hadn't felt in a long time. Matteo had stayed until late, and we'd talked about everything and nothing, finding solace in each other's company. We hadn't crossed any lines; instead, we had simply enjoyed each other's presence, falling asleep on the couch.

When I stirred, the first thing I noticed was the faint light streaming through the curtains. Matteo was already up, sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I walked in, a smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning," he said, his voice warm.

"Morning," I replied, stretching. "You're up early."

"Old habits," he shrugged. "I made coffee."

I poured myself a cup, savoring the rich aroma. "Thanks. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a long time," he admitted, his eyes softening. "How about you?"

"Yeah, me too," I said, taking a seat next to him. "It was nice to just... be."

He nodded, and for a moment, we sat in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee. But reality was beginning to creep back in, and I knew we both had a busy day ahead.

"I should probably get ready for work," I said reluctantly.

"Yeah, me too," he agreed. "We have that big meeting with the investors today."

I sighed, already feeling the stress of the day ahead. "Right. I almost forgot about that."

Matteo reached over and squeezed my hand. "We'll get through it. Together."

His words gave me strength, and I smiled. "Yeah. Together."

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I was ready to face the day. Matteo offered to drive me to work, and I accepted. The ride was filled with light conversation, both of us trying to keep the mood upbeat.

When we arrived at my office, Matteo walked me inside. His presence was reassuring, and as we stepped into the elevator, I felt a sense of solidarity that made the looming meeting seem less daunting.

The boardroom was already buzzing with activity when we walked in. Executives and investors were mingling, making small talk before the meeting began. Matteo gave me a reassuring nod before heading to his side of the table.

The meeting started smoothly enough, with presentations and discussions flowing seamlessly. But as the hours dragged on, I found myself growing restless. I needed a break, a moment to breathe.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, standing up. "I need to step out."

Matteo's eyes followed me as I left the room. I made my way to the bathroom, splashing some cold water on my face. When I returned, I felt a little more centered.

As the meeting resumed, Matteo leaned over and whispered, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Just needed a moment."

He squeezed my hand under the table, his touch grounding me. "If you need another, just let me know."

As the discussion continued, I found myself growing more confident. The plans we'd laid out were solid, and the investors seemed impressed. I was just starting to relax when Matteo excused himself, leaving me confused and a bit anxious.

Minutes later, I felt a soft touch on my thigh under the table. I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and then looked down. Matteo's head peeked up from under the table, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shushed me with a finger to his lips.

"What are you doing?" I mouthed, my heart racing.

He smirked and gently unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down just enough to expose my underwear. I gasped, trying to maintain my composure as the meeting continued around us.

Matteo pushed my panties aside and ran his tongue along my slit, the sensation sending a shiver through me. I gripped the edge of the table, struggling to keep my expression neutral. He licked and teased, his tongue flicking over my clit in a way that made it hard to concentrate.

One of the executives asked me a question, and I cleared my throat, trying to focus. "Yes, the projections indicate a significant increase in revenue by the third quarter," I managed, my voice shaky.

Matteo didn't stop. He plunged his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with a relentless rhythm. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan. My entire body was on fire, the intensity of his actions pushing me closer to the edge.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" another executive asked, looking directly at me.

I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my voice steady. "No, I think we've covered everything."

Matteo's tongue worked faster, and I felt my orgasm building, my muscles tensing. I dug my nails into the table, trying to hold on.

"I-uh, excuse me again," I said, standing abruptly. "I need another moment."

I hurried out of the room, my legs shaking. Matteo followed a moment later, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Matteo," I gasped, my voice a mixture of frustration and desire. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He pressed me against the wall, his lips brushing my ear. "I was thinking about how much I wanted to make you come."

"Well, you succeeded," I muttered, trying to catch my breath. "But we need to get back in there."

He nodded, his eyes dark with intensity. "Later, we're finishing this."

The promise in his words sent a thrill through me, and I knew that despite the chaos, despite the challenges, we were in this together. And together, we could face anything.