Page 181 of Chasing Hope

Squeezing my thighs together once more, the movement makes me whimper with want and need. At the sound, Matteo’s eyes flash and he moves forward, pushing me down as he captures my lips with his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. His fingers work to unbutton my pants before tearing them off. “I’ve thought about this a million times, have moaned your name as my hand fisted my cock.”

His words send a thrill down my spine.

Lying on my back in just my matching black lace panties andbra, Matteo sits back on his heels and just stares at me as he fists his cock and pulls with a groan of pleasure. “Look at you, so fucking perfect my imagination didn’t do you justice.”

With him now sitting between my thighs, I can’t squeeze them together to ease the ache. Squirming, I beg, “Matteo, please touch me.”

“You want my cock or my fingers?”

His crass words have wetness pooling between my thighs.

Watching him touch himself is driving me crazy, driving my body mad enough that I reach a hand between my thighs and rub my clit. The second my fingers touch myself there, my hips lift, a moan leaving my lips.

“Oh god, anything. Please, I need you so badly.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep touching yourself.”

“Come inside me,” I breathe.

The words snap something inside him. One moment my fingers are teasing my clit, and in the next, he pushes my fingers away, shoves my panties to the side, and drops his mouth to my core.

The second his tongue is on me, I scream.

I scream so loud he laughs against my clit but all that does is spur me on even more. Grinding against his face, I sink my hands into his hair, holding him against me.

I’m shocked beyond my wildest dreams as I come.

He touched me for three seconds and now I’m having an orgasm.

I chant his name over and over like an answered prayer. “Matteo!”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he curses.

My legs quivering, I peek down to see Matteo quickly let go of his cock, his body shuddering. He bites down on his hand, watching me with a pained expression as he stops himself from coming.

“I’m not finishing until I feel you.”

His voice, as rough as gravel, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my body getting ready to continue. Lifting up, I wrapmy hand around his neck and pull him down on top of me, kissing him with an intensity that surprises me.

I want him inside me. I’ve never wanted to be connected to another person like I do now. Even after having an orgasm, it’s all my body is begging for—him.

“Are you ready?”

I nod against his forehead. “Please, Matteo, I’ve waited for you for years.”

Groaning at my words, Matteo grabs himself and aligns us. The moment he grazes my entrance, we both stop breathing. Years of yearning, tension, stolen glances, and everything that led to us coming together pauses. Until Matteo slowly slides inside me, both our gazes snapping to one another, and everything within us explodes.

Our souls intertwine.

Our hearts connect.

Our energies merge.

It all becomes one.

Matteo thrusts, whispering against my lips, “My beautiful Dove. Keep those eyes on me, baby. Stay with me.”