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Gianna Hearing Matthew say he loved me set my heart on fire. I could not remember the last time I had felt so happy.
I thought admitting my feelings to someone would give that person more power over me, but instead I felt freer than I had in a long time. I had been fighting my emotions for so long, holding myself back for no good reason. Now that I had said all there was to say, I felt relieved. Perhaps this had started as something that had been forced upon me , but today, this life, Matteo, my marriage, were my choices, and I said yes to all of them.
Matteo’s kiss was demanding. There was no restraint, no sign that he had been unconscious not long before. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to feel it, wanted to show him with more than just words that I loved him. I pulled back and let my gaze wander down Matteo’s body. He was wearing only a tight white shirt and boxers that did little to hide his erection. When I looked into his face, his gaze was transparent with lust. I had never listened to the advice of others, so why should I start now?
Matthew would not try too hard. I would take care of him. I knelt on the bed and grabbed his belt.
Matteo smiled his shark-like smile. “I thought you didn’t want to risk my health.”
“Oh shut up,” I said softly. “Or do you want me to stop?”
“NO. Don’t stop.” He made himself comfortable against the array of pillows.
I smiled as I lowered his boxers, revealing his hard length. I moved between his legs so I could watch him suck his cock. I cupped his balls, gently massaging them, but I had yet to touch his shaft. Instead, I watched him contract and get even harder under my care.
“You tease,” Matteo growled. “I thought you weren’t going to torture me today.”
He was right. This was not about me. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from his balls to the top, then swirled it around his tip before sucking him into my mouth. I took it inch by inch until it hit the back of my throat before letting it slide out again. Matteo watched me with half-closed eyes. He gently pulled back my hair, which was always in the way, and stroked my cheeks as I licked and sucked his tip, knowing that was where it was most sensitive. I slowly traced the tip of my tongue along the ridge of his tip. Matthew’s breathing quickened, his abs stiffened but he did not take his eyes off me or stop touching my face. He seemed to worship me while I worshipped him.
I sucked a little harder, feeling him come closer. His fingers against my scalp tightened from time to time and he let out a harsh breath every time my teeth lightly scratched him. He started moving his hips, pushing his length deeper into my mouth, and I let him. I was getting wet and the pressure between my legs had reached almost unbearable proportions, but I was determined to ignore my needs for today.
Matthew’s movements became frantic. I clamped my lips tightly around his cock as he thrust into me again and again. “I’m coming,” he squealed. I didn’t pull back. Instead I gripped his balls hard and met his gaze. The muscles in his shoulders flexed and his body was seized with orgasm.
Eventually he calmed down. I pulled back and wiped my mouth with a satisfied smile.
Matthew chuckled, a low sound from deep in his chest. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me on top of him, claiming my mouth in a firm kiss. His hands slid down my back to grab my butt and squeeze it. My heart stiffened with excitement. Before I could make up my mind if I allowed Matthew to push himself any harder, someone knocked. I stiffened, my eyes darted to the door, which was already opening.
Luca stood on the threshold, his gaze absorbing everything without expression. It wasn’t hard to guess what we had done. After all, I was lying on top of a bottomless Matthew groping my bottom.
My face flushed with embarrassment.
“You really shouldn’t barge into someone’s room like that,” Matteo said amused. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all, but after all I knew about him it didn’t surprise me anymore.
I stayed exactly as I was, even though Matteo wouldn’t have minded if I had pulled away and uncovered his brother’s cock.
“You should rest,” Luca said dryly, his gray eyes piercing me with an unreadable stare. Was he angry? It was hard to tell. Lately he was always pissed at me.
Not that his presence made me much happier.
Matthew gave me a firm pat on the butt, his smile became annoyingly smug. “I feel very rested.”
Luca shook his head. “I give up,” he said. “You two do whatever you want. I don’t even want to know what is happening or not happening. He turned and closed the door behind him.
I turned away from Matteo and slid off the bed, doing my best to fix my crumpled clothes, but now there were stains on them, too. They were a real mess.
“Hey, I thought we weren’t done yet. I couldn’t even touch your pussy.
“And you won’t. Luca was right. You should rest.
You’ve had enough excitement for today,” I said sternly.
Matteo was already getting hard again and didn’t bother to hide it.
I huffed. “I’m going to go change and clean myself, then I’ll be back with something for you to eat. In the meantime, please get your mind out of the gutter.
Matthew winked. I stifled a smile and slipped out of the room. Aria and Luca were in the dining room talking quietly. Of course I knew exactly what they were discussing.
Aria noticed me first and fell silent. After a couple of seconds of silent examination, she smiled brightly at me. Luca, however, did not share her enthusiasm. I ignored him. “Could you give me some of your clothes? I really need to change and take a shower.”
Luca raised his eyebrows. “Do you need to make yourself presentable so you can leave?”
I met his gaze. “I’m not leaving. Ever.”
Aria was practically bouncing when she walked up to me and hugged us.
“We’ll see,” Luca said simply. Aria gave him a dirty look before leading me upstairs to their dressing room.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s protective of Matteo,” Aria murmured. She pulled jeans and a long-sleeved shirt out of her drawers and handed them to me.
Luca’s protection of Aria and Matteo was one of the few things I liked about him. “I know. I gave him no reason to trust me with his brother.
Aria watched me curiously as I undressed. “So are you going back to Matteo’s apartment?” I paused on my way to the bathroom. It wasn’t as if I had already settled elsewhere. I hadn’t even begun to think about where to live after moving in. “YES. I will move back and be his wife. She’s probably not a good wife, but it’s not like Matteo didn’t know that when he married me.”
“Matteo doesn’t expect you to be a perfect wife. He likes you for who you are, flaws and all.
That was the truth, even though I had been blind for so long.
I stepped into the shower but did not turn on the ‘water right away.
Aria slumped over the edge of the tub. “Are you sure you can do the same? Accept it all, even the bad?”
There was a lot of bad side in Matthew, in every Made Man really, but I had come to realize that there was also some in me.
Maybe not that much, but it was there. It was in all of us. I had tried to become someone else, some kind of ideal I thought I should be, but it had never been me and never would be. Matthew had held a mirror up to my face and shown me who I really was and what my place was. I had hated it , I had fought it tooth and nail, but it was time to be brave.
“YES. I love him, for better or worse,” I said firmly.
Aria smiled as if I had given her a huge gift. Smiling , I opened the water and really let the words seep into their truthfulness.
I would never have agreed with everything Matthew did, I would never have done even half the things he had done and would do in the future. But I understood that I did not have to be happy about every aspect of his life. As long as Matteo treated me with care and respect, as long as he loved me, and I loved him, things would work out.
I would stand by him and support him as best I could, because he was mine and I was his.