ISABELLE
Matteo’s mouth closed over me, and whatever protest I’d been forming died on my lips.
My head fell back against the cabinet, my hands flying to his hair.
He was relentless—his tongue circling, sucking, driving me toward the edge with single-minded focus.
“Matt—” His name came out broken, desperate.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes locking with mine.
“I love watching you fall apart for me,” he murmured against my thigh. “Love the sounds you make. The way you say my name.”
Then his mouth was on me again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
The orgasm tore through me, intense and overwhelming, my thighs trembling around his head.
Matteo didn’t stop until I was gasping, oversensitive, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders.
Only then did he pull back, p
