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I wanted to get to know him better, but I think mostly, I want to satiate this craving to know him physically.

“Are you even listening?” he asks with a chuckle.

I blush and look down. “Sorry, you’re very… My thoughts are elsewhere.”

He tilts my chin up with his fingers. “Don’t be shy now.” His voice is barely above a murmur. “Do you want to take this conversation somewhere more private?”

I sigh deeply and nod, licking my now dry lips. “Yes… Please.”

Matteo takes our drinks and sets them down before taking my hand and leading me upstairs to one room we haven’t been in: his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and locks it before he turns to watch me.

I have a small smile on my lips as he crosses the room and stands in front of me.

“You’re sure about this? I thought you wanted to get to know me better?” His eyes search mine, but the desire and passion in his eyes are unmistakable.

I nod, smiling. “I’m sure.”

Matteo leans forward and kisses my forehead softly before he reaches for my shirt. I let him gently remove it. He kisses the side of my head, moving down toward my neck.

He kisses lower as he pushes my pants down. I’m left in my underwear as he stands up straight. I have never felt so alive as I watch him.

He pulls off his shirt, and I swallow hard. He has such amazing definition from working out, and the collection of carefully placed tattoos is such a turn on.

He pushes his pants and boxers down, and I swallow again. He’s not huge, but he’s bigger than I imagined, and like a cliché romance book, I wonder how it’s going to fit.

I meet his eyes and heat shoots into my cheeks. Holy fuck…he makes me feel like a fucking virgin.

Matteo walks me back and onto his bed as he starts to kiss me all over. He kisses my neck, my shoulder, and my cleavage. He kisses my tummy. I take off my bra, excited, and he slowly pulls down my wet panties.

“You are excited,” he teases. “I hope you taste as good as you look.”

His words send fire to my core.

I slowly spread my legs as I watch him. “You’ll have to give me a review when you’re done.”

He chuckles and kisses my thigh before he lowers his head between my legs and takes a long, slow lick of my already wet pussy.

I groan loudly, gripping the sheets in my hands. His tongue twirls around my clit, and then he sucks it, growling in pleasure.

My lips are suddenly dry. I lick them, wanting more, needing more. He doesn’t go faster, though, or rush. Instead, he takes his time to use his tongue to extract feelings from me I didn’t even know were possible.

He adds his fingers to the teasing, slowly pushing them in and out of me as he toys with me with his tongue. Licking, sucking, fingering. The sensations overwhelm me, and I try to close my legs out of reflex.

He pushes them open. “Uh uh, I have waited far too long for this.”

His kisses travel up my body and reach my lips. “Do you want to know how you taste? Like a drop of water after being lost in the desert for a hundred years.” He kisses me deeply, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

When he pushes his thick cock into me, he does so slowly, so as not to hurt me. Every inch of him makes me want him more.

Then he makes love to me. Slowly building a rhythm, never rushing. His hands caress me everywhere, not just my breasts. He continuously kisses me, and I taste good on his tongue. I’ve tasted myself before, out of curiosity, but mixed with him I taste unbelievable, like ambrosia.

He fills me completely, and I can’t help but think that we are made for each other. This is magic. This is ecstasy. When I come, and I come many times, every time he makes sure it’s earth-shattering for me. Not caring for himself.

Five Months Later

“Three, two…one.” The director makes a motion at me to start.

I stand in the grand kitchen in the middle of Matteo’s casino. He has fifty/fifty shares in this one with my brother Andrea. It’s the biggest one of the three Matteo acquired.

The fanciest equipment and an entire filming crew surround me. My show has been aired for five months, and I’m marking the occasion by making a five-course Italian feast, guest starring my stepson Gio in the end for the dessert.

Five months, on five channels. Gio waits with Matteo and Andrea behind the film crew for his cue to come on. He looks so handsome in a little chef's outfit that I had made for him.

I smile brightly and begin to talk, starting with the history of pasta.

Nothing could be more perfect than this.