by Leigh, Anne
I burrowed my face into his massive shoulder because I was twenty years old, but his parents were people who had seen me when I was still wearing diapers.
A dry cough from Uncle Milo meant that I didn’t have to say who was picking me up tonight.
“Babe, come on.” Matteo’s teasing was meant to be funny, but I was feeling very shy. “They’re just Mom and Dad.”
I peeked out of my hiding spot and eyed Aunt Ava up on her feet, apparently her heels were fine now, and tears were running down her beautiful face. I could practically see the wheels turning inside her head. She was looking at me like I was carrying her grandbaby already.
I shuddered and managed a smile, “So yeah.”
“Oh my darlings!” Aunt Ava exclaimed. “It’s about time.”
“Mom, we’re not getting married.” Matteo joked, and pulled me closer to his side, “Don’t even think about it. We just started dating.”
Uncle Milo shook his head, “I’m pretty sure your mom’s already dreaming of the wedding invitations.”
“I’m just so happy,” Aunt Ava said in an exhilarated breath as she opened her arms, nudging me to go between them.
Matteo let go of me and I took three steps towards her, her hands engulfing me into a tight hug, as she whispered, “My son’s been waiting for you for so long. I’ve been waiting for him to finally see who’s right for him.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that so I kept a lid on my voice box.
Because one thing was for sure, I could one-up what she’d just said to me.
I’d loved him all of my life.
“Fuck babe, I need to get inside you.” Matteo’s husky voice was bordering between pain and passion.
On the outside I looked calm as I licked the base of his cock to the tip, but inside I was ready to burst into a million wildfires.
He’d wanted to tease me again and spend all night devouring me, but I put a kibosh on that as soon as we entered his place.
“It’s my turn now,” I said in a brave voice when he couldn’t wait to strip me out of clothes. Brave because I had no idea what I was doing, but I wasn’t an idiot and I’d watched some porn. I knew that touch was important and so was enthusiasm.
Matteo sat down on the love seat inside his bedroom and let me take the lead.
I’d seen half-naked men. Being a virgin didn’t equate to innocence.
My brother’s friends were always running around our house half-naked because they played sports. I was familiar with Matteo’s incredible form because even if I’d never touched his six-pack, I’d seen it many times. Our families vacationed together, and most of those times were at seaside or beach resorts. He was bound to be shirtless, and I’d always thought that he had the most delicious body.
Tanned skin.
Abs that had been hardened by time at the gym and his involvement in many sports.
Shoulders that showcased muscles that I didn’t even know existed on the human body.
And thighs that were so powerful that I thought they’d break the chair he was pushing against as I kept licking his length.
Matteo’s cock was long and thick, the girth much wider than my own vibrator.
But unlike my vibrator, this one was very much alive and reactive.
His cock twitched on my palm and another tortured groan left his mouth.
“Ali, baby, can I kiss you now?” His voice pleaded as I felt my nipples rolled between his hands.
I responded by closing my mouth on his cock, he was so big that I gagged almost immediately.
He was definitely not going to fit fully inside my mouth.
And I wouldn’t even try because that would be the death of me.
Death by blowjob.
Catchy obituary, but not a source of pride.
Well, it depends on who you asked.
My thoughts strayed to how we’d reached this point. How everything that had come between us was leading us to this.
Me kneeling in front of him.
Gah.
My mind was definitely muddled from this newly activated lust button. I’d always been attracted to Matteo and I loved him, even when he wasn’t talking to me.
But I didn’t know that passion, lust, desire could be this heady. All-consuming. Entrapping.
I alternated between long and short licks, and as I was going to endeavor to put his entire length inside my mouth again, I was lifted from my position and seated on top of him.
How he could easily manhandle me like that was a confirmation of his strength.
I wasn’t a tiny woman. I’d always been taller than most girls in my class. And my weight ranged from 125-135 depending on the time of the month.
“I wasn’t done,” I whimpered as he sucked on my right breast. His tongue rolled around my nipple and the suction that he was exerting was enough to make wetness pool beneath me.
“If you keep going, I’m gonna come,” he said in between breaths.
My hair was caught between his hands and this time, he pulled as he licked my breasts. At this point, Nevada would never suffer from another drought if he kept lapping at me. I was pretty sure I was forming another river with the way my body was dripping in heated wetness.
I felt the rough whiskers on his chin run along my clavicle, skating with the licks of his tongue. There was gentleness in his actions, but there was also a primal raw desire to fulfill his need.
I tucked my legs between his butt and the soft leather cushion, his cock in position to enter me. Thank goodness I shaved two days ago, I wasn’t into waxing my private parts, but the nerve endings on my pussy still made me sensitive to every twitch and movement of his cock.
I’d seen Matty upset and angry. I’d seen him happy. I’d seen him go through a gamut of emotions. But I’d never seen this face – the one where his jaw was tight, his eyes were almost black, and his mouth was open while saying the filthiest promises.
This moment was reserved for me.
I knew he’d been with another girls, but they weren’t here now.
I was the only one sharing this intimate moment with him.
“Get inside me, please,” I pleaded, I didn’t know if I was going to last with this overwhelming need to be filled by him. By his cock.
“You want my cock, beautiful?” His breath was harsh, his voice hoarse with need.
I nodded and said, “Yes. Please.”
His left hand reached for the foil wrapper and he tore it with ease. I blocked awful thoughts about him having this much practice opening a condom. Because obviously he didn’t learn it with me.
“Hey,” I felt his lips on my left earlobe. “Ali. I’m with you, okay?”
I didn’t know how he sensed my misgiving. Maybe it was because even if the years of not talking between us had happened, he still knew me at my core. He knew that I had a tendency to overthink and because of that, he was reassuring me that he was indeed, right here with me.
He placed the rubber on his thick length and I relaxed my legs so he could enter me without it being too painful. I’d heard that first times weren’t so wonderful, but that the calmer you were, the better the experience would be.
His cock sat proudly between us, and he was waiting for me to give him the go-signal.
“It’s my first time,” I admitted.
Surprise flitted over his handsome features, then slowly replaced with joy. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want this with you.”
His eyes softened and his hands caressed my hair, “Okay. I heard it does hurt, but I think if you’re on top, you can control how much pain you can tolerate.”
This was one of the million reasons why I loved this man.
He’d never force me.
He always let me be me.
Even if it was at the cost of him suffering painful blue balls.
I leaned back, feeling his rigid length grow even bigger. I was nervous but I wasn’t afraid.
“Ali, go at your own pace, okay?” This must be so har
d for him to say, but he wasn’t relenting. He wanted to make it a good experience for me. And I just wanted to feel this closeness with him.
I sat on my knees and held his cock with my right hand, slowly guiding it inside me.
I felt myself stretch. It stung, but was not painful.
“Bella.” He called me beautiful in his father’s language. “You’re amazing, Ali.”
His cock inched further inside me, and I felt myself stretch more and more.
When he was fully seated inside me, he said, “Baby, you want to move? Or do you want me to move?”
I wanted him to feel good too so I said, “You.”
His lips clamped over my mouth, and I felt him rocking us gently. He was tender, gingerly moving us to a slow rhythm.
I winced with the slight pain but I urged, “Keep moving.”
He listened to me as he moved, helping me adjust to his size, never going too deep, never going too far out. He was so patient, so caring, so considerate.
I was lucky to have him be my first.
It took me a few minutes to get comfortable while Matteo’s hands hovered between caressing my back and tenderly rubbing my breasts.
I felt the ache inside me growing, growing…
My spine arched back when I felt his rough skin on my nipples, and I urged him with my legs to move faster.
“Matty…please…move. Keep going. I need to –“
“Fuck. You’re so sexy.” My eyes were closed in pleasure, but I heard the utter need in his voice. “Goddamit.”
If it was possible for my legs to clamp on him tighter, they did. I pressed my hands on the loveseat and I trembled as he increased the pace.
His cock invaded me without any specific rhythm.
The sounds of the room were filled with our moans and the constant slew of curse words that came out of him, time and time again.
I loved the feeling of fullness, the closeness, the connection that we were building in this moment.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, Matteo gave my left breast a long suck and I shivered in delight. I felt a thousand stars bursting inside of me, the act so ancient, but the love I carried for him as pivotal as my need to breathe and to let go.
My insides clenched, warning him that I was about to, “I’m going to come.”
“Go baby. Come for me, my beauty.” He urged and I pushed on my toes as every particle of desire I held inside of me finally found a passage out.
He wasn’t so far behind as he kept pumping inside of me, and when he pulled on my hips to grind on him tighter, rougher, without rhyme or reason, he said, “Give it to me, Ali. Give me your pussy. Goddamnit.”
The muscles on his neck were strained and his dark eyes watched me as I sucked on his lips, undulating my hips to the frantic pace he was demanding.
In, out, out, in, in, so so oh-so deep.
His cock felt massive inside me, and I kept riding him. Letting him feel that I was here for him just as he was there for me.
Helping him reach for the stars.
“Fuck, fuck, Fuuccckkk.” He didn’t scream when he came, rather he said those words almost as a prayer. I felt the condom fill with his seed, his lips grazed mine softly, and our bodies were perspiring from all the exertions.
“You’re mine, Ali,” he husked, his breathing still uneven, yet his meaning was so clear.
He grazed his hand over my hair dripping with sweat, he uttered them again, “Mine.”
“Yours.” I said, “I’ve always been yours.”
I never slept with anyone else because I felt that they weren’t the right one.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was luck.
But whatever it was, I was happy that I never shared this moment with anyone else.
Because I’d always believed that Matteo was the only one who could make me feel this way.
And no matter what happened between us, I’d always remember this moment in time – the look of adoration in his face, our bodies sweaty with desire, and the sweet tender words he kept saying as he helped me soak in his bathtub.
As a girl, I loved him as my friend.
We lost each other because at a young age because we didn’t know how to handle grief.
Now as a woman, I loved him as a lover and the man I saw my future with.
I could only hope that he saw the same in me.
We were young and who knew what would happen in the future.
But I was saving this vignette of time where I was his and he was mine.
In my heart, in my body, and in my soul.
Matteo
Time moved faster than a cheetah when you were having fun.
Ali and I didn’t waste any time being apart after we’d become officially a couple. I spent my days waking up next to her, and that was the best way to wake up. Her arms stayed on my chest the whole night and the look in her eyes when she opened them and saw that I was with her on my bed – it was unexplainable. The only way I could closely describe it to is wonder. Her purple eyes latched on to me as if I were her dream, and it only made my morning wood harder. She wasn’t on any type of birth control because she’d said her body didn’t react well to it, so we had to use condoms every time.
I wanted to feel her bare, but that would have to wait.
Maybe when she was ready to carry my spawns.
That’s right, I said it, when she was ready to carry my children.
We were in the very early stages of our relationship, but I’d always put Ali on a different level than any other woman.
I had many regrets about the way I handled my grief of losing my sister by pushing her away.
Grief was a dark, murky glass that enveloped you and made you forget about everything that was good in this life. Ali was my good, and I forgot about it.
“Will you be having any wine, Sir?” Chelsea, my favorite flight attendant, asked. Unlike the others, Chelsea always left me alone. She didn’t mother me like Sari and Eppie, who forced me to eat three times during a twelve-hour flight.
They all called me Sir and I gave up trying to correct them.
“No I’m good, Chels,” I remarked, giving her a smile. “The steak was excellent. Compliments to Farrow.”
Farrow was the head chef. He was a stocky guy who looked like he could tap a trained MMA fighter, but he was the sweetest father to his kids.
“Will you be needing anything else?”
“No, I’m good.” I shook my head and Chels gracefully left my side. There were other passengers on the plane, but I didn’t interact with them. I liked my quiet time when I traveled. It was the only time I could read proposals and catch up on the hundreds of e-mails I got every day. My secretary filtered through them, but there were still some that needed my answers personally.
T & T Inc. had two private Boeing 787s. I could have had the option of just flying by myself, but I liked to save jet fuel and if there were other employees that needed to be overseas, then why not fly with them? The best suite was saved for me and I was more than happy with that.
After an hour of reading the plans for the new hotel in Kuala Lumpur, I rubbed my eyes and stood up to go to the bed. My back cracked from sitting for four hours, and I felt relief when my muscles finally had the chance to stretch.
I grabbed the phone on top of my bed, and scrolled through the recent pictures I’d taken of Ali.
My woman was always smiling when I took photos of her. Her pearly whites showed in all of them and her lilac eyes were translucent with happiness. A feeling of lightness took over me as I watched her images on the screen of my phone.
I didn’t have a favorite. All of them were special to me.
Each photo brought a special memory to mind.
Ali facing away from the camera. Her gorgeous eyes looking away and her face was slightly tilted away from the lens. She was telling me of her plans to fund an orphanage in India, and my mind was filled with how pure her heart was. She grew up in a bed of wealth like me, b
ut she’d never looked at money as something to throw away. Rather she thought of how she could make the most of the resources that she had. She didn’t do charity for the likes. She did it because it made her world more meaningful and that made her all the more desirable to me.
Ali in a simple yellow shirt and dark jeans. I’d taken this three days ago when I had visited her at Berkeley. She was coming out of her last class and I’d surprised her. She didn’t care that there were hundreds of students around us, she’d jumped me and kissed me without any care in the world.
Ali in a silky red dress, the top barely covering her breasts. She’d worn it for our last night together before she went back to school. I hardly concentrated during the whole dinner. If you asked me what Chef Lee of Ming and Son had prepared for us, I’d have told you a garbled load of bullshit. The only thing on my mind was how to get my woman naked and dripping for me after dessert. Unfortunately for the chef, we didn’t get to dessert because by the time the second entrée arrived, I was ready to maul her on her chair.
Ali was always beautiful.
But what I didn’t know was how sexy she could fucking get.
It made me want to thump on my chest that she gave me her virginity. It wasn’t a necessity or any of that shit. It was just an honor for me to be her first. After our first time, I saw the transformation in her – when it was just the two of us, in private. She wanted to try everything about sex. She wasn’t inhibited. And that added to her allure. I loved showing her the ropes, how she rode me in earnest when she wanted to come. How she sucked my cock as if she couldn’t wait to taste my essence. How loud she could get when I pounded into her.
I felt my cock punching through the dark jeans that I wore, so I put a stop to my thoughts. I loved jacking off, but I loved it more when my lady joined me.
Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was eight forty at night in San Francisco.
On a Thursday night, Ali was probably busy writing a paper or studying for an exam.
Two and a half months into dating, and even if I couldn’t remember my own schedule, I memorized hers without a problem.
