HIS POSSESSION

S*x with a view2

He lifted them triumphantly, "Found them."

Emma watched him approach, her heart picking up its excited pace again. Her smile deepened when he unfastened his belt with a single, effortless pull. With the same swift movement, his trousers fell to his feet, and he stepped cleanly out of them.

A sharp breath caught in her throat at the sight of his d**k—standing tall and proud, and veiny, and striking—and a sudden, thrilling pulse of heat rushed between her legs. She could feel her c**t pulsating with the need to be touched.

Holding his gaze, she sank onto her knees on the bed. Reaching down, she caught the hem of the nightshirt she wore, lifting it over her head very slowly, and throwing it off the bed while his eyes followed.

Emma smiled nervously when he just stood there staring at her body like it was his first time seeing a woman take off her shirt. His gaze was warming her up in a way she liked but he had other thoughts.

He had spent months keeping his distance because he knew exactly what kind of man he was.

Emma didn't.

She only knew the man who brought her home, made the night beautiful, listened to her, and kissed her gently on a terrace. She didn't know the man beneath all that and Matteo intended to keep it that way. For now, at least.

He stepped closer, leaning over her with quiet focus. His hands brushed warmly against her skin as he pulled the night trousers off her slowly. Emma lifted her hips so she could take off her underwear too and slowly and seductively, he did, teasing her excitement.

Matteo kissed her thigh softly, and then he trailed up her torso with many other soft kisses till he got to her neck again. Emma exhaled shakily with anticipation.

Like he had read her thoughts earlier, Emma felt his thumb caress her bean and she let out a soft, vulnerable moan. But that was just the beginning.

He sank back down between her thighs, hands gripping each thigh apart firmly but gently. He kissed over her c**t and she shut her legs in reflex, trapping him there. She slowly opened her legs again biting her lips. She waited for him to raise his head, thinking he'd be mad about what just happened but Matteo was excited to be trapped down there.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice soft though a little hoarse.

"I'm sorry," She swallowed nervously. "I've just never..." She cleared her throat. "It's my first time having a man's face between my legs like that, so I just... I'm sorry," She fumbled through words, hoping he didn't stop, it felt really good when he kissed her down there.

"You've never been eaten?" He asked, eyes genuinely curious. He had a lot he knew about her from hanging around without her knowing, but that was new.

Emma shook her head slowly, "No, but don't stop... Please... I like it, I think."

Matteo laughed lightly. He came back up to her face and kissed her slowly.

"You're about to see the clouds then," He chuckled in her mouth before getting serious. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay?"

Emma nodded, holding her gaze while her heartbeat spiked and she wondered if he could hear it or not. She was nervous and excited at the same time and didn't know how to control all of that.

Matteo started to trail soft kisses down her torso, making the heat she felt between her legs pool again. It was almost like her c**t was excited about his lips coming down again.

Her thoughts were everywhere till she felt his palm flat out against her lower abdomen, where all her excitement seemed to gather for a party.

"Relax," He told her with that sweet smile of his and her body listened. Her whole nervous system relaxed like he said and her breathing stopped being ragged. She smiled and bit her lips; she thought that was the most attractive thing ever.

Matteo lifted her left legs to his right shoulder when he got back in between her thighs, then he buried his face there again.

Emma exhaled softly when he kissed her there again, her toes curled behind his head. She grabbed the sheet when he went past kissing, trying to be quiet but the moans kept slipping out.

"Ohhh," She cried softly. "Oh f**k," She arched her back.

Matteo's grip on her thighs became firmer to keep her grounded because she started to shake and squirm from pleasure with every passing second. He could tell she was almost there.

"Ohhh... Matteo..." She didn't know when his name came out of her mouth.

"Yes, baby," She heard him answer from down there before he continued what he was doing, and that was her final grasp of her surroundings before she tipped over the edge of climax.

****

Morning.

Emma had fallen asleep in Matteo's arm so when he left her for a moment, she felt the warmth leave with him despite being under a duvet.

She opened her eyes with a little yawn and sat up. Looking around, she couldn't see him. She got out of bed and reached for the nightwear he got her yesterday. Putting it on quietly, she went and grabbed her dress from the glass railing of the terrace and hurried to the door. She heard him in the bathroom and that was her sign to leave before he met her.

She took her purse where he had hanged it and picked up her heels where she left it. When the elevator stopped and opened at the ground floor, she almost bumped into a man about to use the same private elevator. She recognised him from yesterday; he was the one who brought them food.

"Good morning, Ma'am." Drew greeted but she immediately flapped her hair over her face and continued moving like she didn't hear him.

She got into a van waiting at the entrance of the building.

"Where to?" The man asked.

"East road," She replied.

"That's too far. I don't go to that area."

"I'll pay you extra. Please, okay? I can't come out of the cab now." She begged and the man agreed.

*****

When she got home, she rang the bell but it didn't make a sound. That was when she remembered Becca had told her it stopped working again.

Becca. s**t.

She just realised she hadn't informed her that she wasn't going to be returning home yesterday. She took out her phone to call her to come open the door for her and saw all the missed calls last night.

"I don't think they'll listen to us till it's been twenty four hours, but let's try I guess..." She heard Lucia say right before the door opened. "Here she is! Not missing, I told you."

Emma peeked over Lucia's shoulder and saw Becca standing there looking distraught, one arm of her coat on. They were about to go lay an official complaint for their friend.

"Hey guys," She said in a low voice, knowing she had left them worried.

"What the f**k, Emma? I thought something happened to you," Becca dropped her coat and walked to the door to hug her.

Emma's eyes popped with surprise.

"You're not mad?"