Page 47 of Beautiful Sinner

Matteo’s lips tickle my skin as he places a kiss to each of my inner thighs. “You’re bare.”

“I wax,” I admit.

“Waiting for this moment?” He flashes me a teasing grin.

I smile back even though I’m blushing. “No. I never knew this was going to happen. But I’m glad it’s you.”

“Good.” He brings his lips to hover over my most sensitive area. I can feel his breath on me.

And then he finally brings his lips down onto my folds. I gasp out and arch up. The sensation is a funny one: both a little ticklish and extremely pleasurable at the same time.

Matteo runs his lips along my folds and over my clit. His tongue spends a long time just licking and playing with my nub. I can barely speak. I can’t believe this is happening; that I’m letting this happen.

Matteo knows exactly what he’s doing and I try not to let that bother me. He’s been with other women and I know this. But right now, it’s just between him and I and that’s all that matters.

My hips move up but Matteo places his arm over my waist, keeping me in place as he pleasures me with his mouth. I can’t think. All I feel is pleasure.

“Matteo,” I whimper.

“I got you,” he murmurs against my folds. “I got you.”

He licks my nub faster and draws more pleasure out of me. I can feel a growing sensation inside my body. It’s intense and pleasurable. Instinctually, I know what it means.

My hands find the back of Matteo’s head and I hold him there. Never have I been this bold before but I need to feel it. I need to know that this was even real when I leave here tonight.

Matteo grips my thighs tighter as he pleasures me. He doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to even though I feel like I’m going insane.

“Matteo,” I gasp.

“It’s ok. Let go, baby. Let go.”

I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. My hips buck up towards his face. My body is tingling from all the sensations.

And that’s when it hits me.

I grip his hair tighter as my orgasm finally hits me. My legs tremble and my breath finally relaxes. I feel more at ease than I have in a long time.

Matteo sits back on his heels, looking proud of himself. I blush and look away. Knowing he just had his mouth on me makes me embarrassed.

“It’s ok.” He pulls my panties back up. “You don’t have to look away from me.”

“I just can’t believe I let you do that to me.”

“Hey,” he says in his soft voice. His hand finds my face and he gently makes me look at him. “It’s normal. What we just did. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“You’re not my husband.”

His eyes darken. “I know. But I’m going to kill the man who will be your husband.”

“But then my brother is just going to find someone else to be my husband. You’ll never be it. And we shouldn’t have donethat.” I stand up, pulling away from him. I can see the pain in his eyes but there’s nothing I can do about it. “I’m sorry. I need to get back home.”

“All right. But Julia, we didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. And that’s why we shouldn’t have done that. Because it didn’t feel wrong at all.” I leave the hotel room in a rush before Matteo can stop me.

Sneaking back in to my house is just as easy as sneaking out.

But there’s one problem.