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 c**k 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.
We spend Sunday afternoon strolling along the stree
