My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 27

Without a word, Matteo bent down and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a dominant force. I gasped, my senses overflowing with the taste and smell of him, my body arching up against his in response. His hands were everywhere, caressing and gripping with a ravenous passion that left me dizzy with longing.

His mouth left mine to trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands slid up my dress. I moaned at the contact, my head falling back against the couch cushions. Matteo continued his ministrations, his mouth moving down to my collarbone as his hands explored the contours of my body.

Matteo's hands roamed over my bare thighs, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He pushed the hem of my dress up higher, exposing even more skin for his exploration. His mouth moved back up to my neck, his tongue tracing a scorching path towards my ear.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his breath coming in short gasps as his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. "The way you smell, the way you taste... it's all I can think about." I moaned softly, my body responding to his words, to the proximity of his touch.

Matteo's hands continued their journey, trailing up my sides to my bra, his fingers grazing the soft lace with a maddeningly light touch. I arched my back, silently begging for more, begging him to touch me where I needed him most. But he seemed determined to draw out the teasing, his mouth returning to mine in another bruising kiss.

I finally pushed him backwards, flipping our positions so he was pinned underneath me. Matteo looked slightly surprised at my bold move, but his eyes darkened with lust and excitement as I straddled him, my hands moving to unbutton his pants.

Matteo's breath hitches in his throat as my hands undo his belt, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Despite his initial surprise, he lets me have control, his body taut and tense beneath me as my fingers work at his pants.

I take my time, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric beneath my fingers, the warmth of his skin as more of it is exposed to my touch. When I finally free him from the constraints of his clothes, he lets out a soft groan, his head falling back against the arm of the couch.

I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs as I look down at him, his body tense and needy beneath me. I lean down to kiss him, but I can barely reach him in this position, and I pull away with a chuckle. "You're a little too tall for this, babe," I tease, my hands running down his chest.

Matteo chuckles softly, his hands reaching up to grip my hips. "Is that a challenge, mia cara?" His thumb brushes along the lace of my panties, the friction sending a shiver up my spine.

But before I can respond, Matteo uses his grip on my hips to push me upwards, forcing my body to arc backwards as he lifts his head up to kiss me. I gasp at the change in position, my hands coming up to grasp his hair as our lips meet in a fierce and hungry kiss.

His hands slowly run down to my waist slowly taking off my panties.

The fabric glides over my skin, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet simultaneously empowered. Matteo's hands slowly slide back up my body, reverently exploring every dip and curve as he guides me back down over him. I shiver at the touch, my breaths coming out in short gasps as his fingers leave a trail of electricity over my skin.

Matteo's eyes are locked on mine, the intensity in his gaze making me feel as if I'm the only one who matters in this moment. His fingers trail along the edge of my bra, his touch lingering slightly as if silently asking for permission. I nod, my breath hitching in my throat, aching for him to continue.

Matteo sits up, his fingers trailing along my spine as he reaches behind to unclasp my bra. The garment falls away, exposing my bare chest to him, my nipples tightening as the cool air hits them. Matteo sucks in a breath, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my bared body.

His hands glide along my sides, his touch feather-light as if he's afraid to break me. My body responds instinctively, arching into his touch, silently begging for more. Matteo obliges, his mouth coming down to press soft kisses along my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts.

His tongue flicks out, tracing a hot path over my skin, pausing to tease my hardening nipples. I moan breathlessly, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders for support, my body quivering with need. He doesn't rush, taking his time to explore every inch of me, to bring me right to the edge of pleasure and then holding me there, suspended in a state of pure bliss.

It's maddening, the way he teases me, the way he drags out my pleasure with a slow and deliberate pace. My body is on fire, every nerve ending hyper-sensitive and seeking release. But Matteo seems to have other ideas, as his mouth moves lower, trailing down my stomach.

His tongue dips into my belly button, drawing a shaky moan from my lips, before continuing down to the edge of my hip bone. I can feel his breath on my skin, the heat of his mouth so close and yet still so far away. It's torturously teasing, the way he refuses to give me what I so desperately crave.

"Please," I pant, my voice pleading and needy. "Please, Matteo." He stops his ministrations for a moment, looking up at me with a smirk. "Please what, mia cara?" he asks, his voice low and husky. I moan again, my body trembling with need.

"Please, touch me," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. Matteo's smirk grows wider, his eyes darkening with desire. "Anything for you, mia cara," he murmurs, before finally, finally, his mouth moves lower, his tongue skimming over the sensitive skin above my thighs.

I gasp at the contact, my body arching up towards him as he teases me with slow, languorous strokes. His tongue laps against my most sensitive areas, driving me higher and higher until I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of pure sensation. And just when I think I can't take anymore, he finally took me to the edge.

My body is shaking now, shuddering with pure pleasure as his tongue coaxes me over the edge. My fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, my body taut and trembling with release. Matteo continues his ministrations, bringing me down slowly from my high with small, gentle kisses along my inner thighs.

My breathing is erratic as I come back down to earth, my body boneless and satisfied. Matteo withdraws from my thighs, lifting his face up to mine. I can see the desire in his gaze, the hunger that matches my own, but he doesn't push for anything more. He just watches me, his thumbs tracing small circles on my hips, as I regain my breath and my composure.

"You're beautiful," he says softly, his voice rough and husky. "So beautiful, mia cara." I can feel a blush spreading over my cheeks, and I duck my head slightly, feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze. Matteo chuckles softly, his fingers gently lifting my chin so that I meet his eyes again.

"Don't look away," he whispers, his gaze locked on mine. "Don't ever look away from me. I want to see your face, your reactions, every time I touch you." His words are possessive, dominating, and yet there is an unexpected tenderness in his eyes that disarms me.

"I won't," I whisper back, my voice barely above a breath.

Matteo leans up to catch my lips again, his kiss soft and unhurried. This time, there is no urgency, no desperation, just the slow, seductive slide of lips and tongues, a silent caress that speaks of a deeper intimacy. I let myself melt into the kiss, surrendering to the heat and the pull of his mouth.

As the kiss lingers, I feel his fingers threading through my hair, his other hand stroking my back in languid motions. It feels almost loving, this gentle touch, and it makes my heart flutter in my chest. Despite everything that's happened between us, despite the passion and the raw, animalistic desire, there is a tender undercurrent to his touch that surprises me.