Matteo and I spend the entire weekend together. Much like Saturday, I wake up the next morning to coffee in bed. Before I can enjoy my java, Matteo's face is between my legs, licking and nibbling until I scream his name. I don't have a chance to catch my breath before he buries his cock deep inside me, making me orgasm again.
There's no denying that Matteo is a fierce, demanding lover. He has pushed me outside my comfort zone, but I can't say that I regret it. Boneless and completely sated, we hit the streets again to jog along the lakefront.
Even though everything seems fine between us, I keep waiting for him to pull away. To tell me that he needs to take off before disappearing from the face of the earth again.
But he doesn't.