by K. A. Berg
Matteo and I made our own version of a deeper connection. We explored each other’s minds and bodies. Our bond was strong before, but I felt closer to Matt, lighter and freer, than I ever had before. It was as though we had the new thread between us that made all the other threads brighter and more vibrant—like the sunset before me.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” I told Penelope as she stood next me on the deck. “I’m going to grab another glass of wine. Do you want me to grab you one too?”
She glanced down at her watch. “Sure, why not? It’s only seven. I’ve got time before I need to drive.”
I smiled. “Coming right up.”
We were celebrating Norah’s birthday. About a month ago, Derek, Norah’s husband, approached us and asked what we thought about him throwing Norah a big surprise party. He wanted to do her birthday up big but wanted to surprise her. Considering Norah loved being the center of attention, a big ass surprise in her honor would make her year.
I admired his dedication to “big”. He was going all out. Their backyard had a great view of Lake Washington, and Derek hired people to put on a firework display for her. There had to be about fifty to sixty people milling around, completely unhindered by the unusually warm mid-May evening.
Glancing around the expansive yard, I spotted Matteo standing with Norah’s husband and a few men. I had no doubts that he would leave the party with a new client. He always seemed to find one at every large party we went to. A minute later, I found Emma in the pool, which was heated to a warm ninety degrees, playing volleyball with some of the other kids. They were going to be a bit chilly when they got out of that water.
My eyes roamed through bodies until I found Jackson sitting at the end of the pool, his feet hung over the side and a pretty girl sitting next him. Hmm . . . that was interesting.
Turning my head back toward Matteo’s direction, our eyes met and I pointedly glanced to where our son sat chatting with a girl. A proud-dad smile sprawled Matteo’s lips, and when he looked back at me, I raised an eyebrow. He would be sitting Jackson down soon to have the girls talk before our son got too much bad information from his friends.
My heart hammered just thinking about how soon we would need to have the sex talk with our kids, though I didn’t worry too much about Emma. She wasn’t going to let boys hinder her path to perfection.
Shaking that parental nightmare from my mind, I remembered my need for the bathroom and another glass of Pinot Noir.
The hustle of the party filtered out as I slid the patio doors closed behind me. I savored the moment of quiet. Derek and his family owned one of the prominent legal firms in Seattle. Every event or get together they had was always top-notch. Caterers, cleaning crews, a pool crew that made sure it was clean and had enough floats and tubes all flittered around working their butts off.
There were three different bathrooms on this floor, and I chose the one off the beaten path. I slipped down the hall toward the guest bathroom near the garage. I hated the awkward “just a minute” you called out whenever someone knocked on the door while you were in there.
I flicked on the light and was just about to close the door when a hand gripped it and pushed it back. A frightened squeal pushed past my lips a second before I saw it was Matteo who squeezed past the door and close it behind him.
“You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing?” I glared at him and tried to calm my breathing.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You, in a second.” He inched closer until I was backed up against the vanity. “I’ve been watching you flittering around the yard all afternoon in that cute little dress. Every now and again, I’ll catch little glimpses of your creamy ass cheeks poking out of your bathing suit underneath.” He caged me against the marble of the sink. “It’s been driving me mad all day.”
My core clenched at the thought of Matteo watching me all afternoon, at the thought of where all that watching had led his thoughts. “We’re at a party, Matt.” I tried—sort of—to push his hand away from my hip and the tie of my bathing suit. “I came in to grab wine and I have to bring one to Pen.”
“Fuck the wine, Natalie. Penelope can grab her own.” His voice was low and gritty. The same tone that he had learned would get him whatever he wanted from me. The same tone that made my nipples pucker like eager and needy beggars on the street corner looking for a dollar. His eyes dropped to them. “Seems like your body agrees.”
The top of my dress was halter style, giving him the easiest access on the planet to my nipples and he took full advantage of it. His nimble fingers slid the material of my dress and bathing suit top down with ease, and his tongue swirled the distended peaks.
My head lulled back, savoring the zings of sensations shooting to my clit. Matteo had become the master of playing my body. We’d tried so many things I didn’t even know I wanted to try. It didn’t matter what it was, Matteo made sure to make me sing.
He knew every button, no matter how small, and he knew exactly how to press it.
He knew whether to go hard, soft, or barely touch me.
He knew just the right amount of breath to breathe in my ear to make my knees buckle.
I had become the puppet, and he the puppeteer
He fingered the tie of my suit bottom at my hip, pulling the bow free, allowing the material to slide down my legs and pool around my feet.
His finger had precision accuracy as he strummed my clit in an upward motion, ripping a low moan from my throat.
“Matteo—” I said, aiming to be a voice of reason. “Someone could hear us.”
He pulled his mouth from my deliciously sore nipple and smirked as he plunged a finger into me. “Then I guess you better be quiet or embrace the fact that anyone who walks into the house in the next ten minutes is going to hear me fucking my wife over this sink until her pussy creams around my cock.”
“Shit.” I shivered, equal measures of thrill and trepidation filled me.
At first, the idea of someone hearing us embarrassed me. But then the thought of someone out there getting turned on by listening to us having sex made me want to fling open the door and let them watch.
Matteo ground the heel of his palm against my clit and growled in my ear. “Do you like the idea of people hearing you, darling? Is that why your pussy is drenching? What dirty thoughts were crossing your mind, Natalie?”
“I was thinking about opening that door and just letting them watch.” I panted as Matteo vigorously rubbed the sweet spot on my front wall. “Wondering how hot it would be to see someone making themselves come while watching us.”
“Jesus,” he grumbled, grinding his very hard erection against my hip. “The things that run through your dirty mind are going to get you fucked so hard.”
My orgasm hit crescendo as Matteo spoke low in my ear about me getting off seeing a stranger come while watching him fuck me, and it crashed down on me as he told me to imagine the cries of another woman coming, wishing she were me, wishing that it was her Matteo was bringing to climax. My shoulders slumped as I struggled to drag oxygen into my lungs.
Matteo withdrew his fingers from my body and licked them, clearly enjoying the taste of me on his tongue.
His hard-on was evident in his shorts, and he made fast work up freeing it. “Turn around, love.”
When I braced my hands on the sink, he flipped my dress up over my ass, spread my ass cheeks, and plunged his cock into me.
“Oh god,” I moaned without any inhibitions. Matteo savagely howled. “Yes.”
It became apparent that neither of us cared about people hearing us in here. Matteo rutted into me, pumping and pumping. He wrapped my ponytail around his fist and pulled my head back.
“Eyes, love,” he gritted. “Watch us in the mirror. I want to see them when you come all over my cock.”
Our eyes met in the mirror, and my husband appeared beautifully untamed. His knuckles were white. His teeth were clenched. His biceps flexed. He was a skillful savage, making the mos
t of every thrust.
I watched, transfixed as his body moved behind mine. He delivered each thrust with a precise intent—to make me scream.
“Let them hear you, love. Let them hear how hard I can make my wife come.”
Every muscle in my lower body tightened. My nipples rubbed on the cold marble of the sink. My breathing became rugged, and my voice turned hoarse. Matteo’s fingers gripped my waist, holding me to him as he circled his hips, grinding his dick inside me.
My eyes closed and I gave myself over, hungering for the bliss he was driving deeper inside me.
A sharp sting to my ass had them flying back open, finding a sight hot enough to have me flooding the bathroom floor. Matteo scowled, his eyes filled with a passion burning hotter than Hades and the underworld. “Look at me while I fuck you, Natalie.”
Good god! I stared at Matteo in the mirror and wondered where this inner beast of his had been hiding. His neck corded as he slammed into me so hard my hip bones smashed against the vanity.
“Give it to me, Nat.” He panted as he snaked a hand around and flicked my nub. Once, twice, and then I fell, over the cliff and down, down, down. Matteo ripped himself from my body and milked his dick to a finish, his hot cum spraying all over my ass. I was unable to tear my eyes from him as he watched each drop land, every one feeling like a brand on my skin. The fire burned hotter around Matteo’s pupils, as if the idea of marking me brought him to a whole other level.
Then the bathroom was quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. The air was thick with sweat and the smell of sex. Matteo began opening drawers until he found a towel.
He cleaned off the mess he made on my backside and smirked at me, his green eyes sparkling. “I figured it was better that way than you having to walk around with me dripping out of you at a party.”
I giggled—yes, like a schoolgirl who just did something naughty she knew she shouldn’t have done. “How considerate of you.”
He tossed me his signature grin and knelt. “I’m romantic like that.” He pulled the bottoms of my suit up, kissed the curve of my hip, and then tied it into place.
I spun, tossing my arms over his shoulders. “You’re something.” I smiled and pressed my lips to his. “We need to get back out to the party before Penelope or the kids come looking for us.”
Matteo adjusted himself inside his shorts while I fixed my top. When we arrived in the kitchen to grab the good wine I knew Norah kept above the refrigerator, Norah was leaning against the center island, waiting for us with a knowing look on her face.
I could already feel the heat creeping up my chest. “What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter?” She mocked and quirked one of her perfectly arched blonde eyebrows. “You were worried about Penelope and the kids but forgot about the lady who lives here.” She snickered. “I want to be pissed that you just sexed up my bathroom, but at the same time, I can’t begrudge you because that shit was so hot.” Her eyes bounced between Matteo and me. “I didn’t think you had an ounce of filthy in you, Matteo. And you, girlfriend”—her eyes cut to me, and she pinned me with a sharp look—“have been holding out on me. We need to have a discussion. Soon.”
A deep chuckle emanated from Matteo. “On that note, I’m heading back out.”
Bastard.
He left me with a best friend who had a mountain of questions in her eyes. “One of you is disinfecting my bathroom, and since Matt just skipped out . . . I guess you’re it.” She told me as Matteo slid the glass door open. His laugh filled the room before he closed the door behind him.
Double bastard!
That romp had been his idea, but I was the one who got stuck cleaning the bathroom? But damn was that orgasm worth it.
“Ugh,” Norah groaned. “I can smell the sex on you and hear you reliving it in your mind.”
I, at least, had the decency to pretend to appear embarrassed, but if I were honest with myself, I wasn’t really embarrassed at all. That was something I was going to have to unpack later.
“I don’t know what that was.” She pointed down the hall back toward the bathroom. “In all the years I’ve known that man, I can count three times I’ve heard him curse. And when he did, it was nothing like that. Never once have you mentioned that your husband likes to bend you over in random bathrooms and demand you let them hear how hard he makes you come. You’ve been holding back from us.”
“You’re right.” I couldn’t lie when she heard it for herself. “I haven’t told you or Penelope what’s been going on with Matteo and me. It all just unfolded, and I’ve just been holding on for the ride. But I’ll explain, I promise. Just not now, it’s too long of a conversation to have here with everything going on.”
She cocked her head, pursed her lips, and then sighed. “Damn, talk about a cliffhanger.”
I patted her back and smiled. “In the meantime, let’s go find those Oreo ball things I saw the caterers bring in earlier. Oh, and grab the bottle above the fridge.”
Matteo gave me a conspiratorial wink as I joined him on the patio, one Oreo ball in one hand, wine in the other. “Looks like you got away unscathed.”
“She still has a bathroom to sanitize,” Norah corrected as she breezed by us.
Matteo’s rich laugh wreaked havoc on the lower region of my body. Discovering these hidden versions of him gave me a heady rush. The Matteo who followed me into Norah’s bathroom and screwed me with abandon and then laughed about it was not the same man who had been sleeping next to me a few months ago.
Was he just discovering these parts of himself or had they been there all along?
I guess he could be asking the same questions about me.
I knew I was asking them about myself
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
I searched out the kids before answering. “I was just thinking about whether this is a new part of us that didn’t exist before or if we are just uncovering another layer we didn’t know was there all along,” I replied after finding Jackson and Emma in a group with some other kids across the yard.
His brow furrowed. “Does it make a difference either way?” he asked, wrapping me in his arms and shifting me closer to his body. He rested his chin on my head and sighed contentedly. “As long as it’s a journey we’re taking together, I don’t think it does, love.”
His words turned over in my head for the rest of the night. During the fireworks, I glanced over at him and the kids sitting next to me on the lawn. The three of them looked up at the colors filling the sky while I looked at Matteo. His face radiated with joy. Emma squealed, “Look, Daddy!” as a red and purple firework exploded into a heart shape.
In that moment, I could almost see an image of her at five years old, saying the same thing to her dad at a different fireworks display. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone, and I had decided that Matteo was right. It didn’t matter whether these new sexual beings were new parts of us or parts we just discovered, just so long as we experienced it together.
Chapter Ten
Matteo
My smile was bright and eager when Natalie left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I made sure the kids were good. Emma was wrapping up a math project. Jackson just packed away his homework and was sitting down for his hour of video games for the night. The bedroom door was locked, and we were in the clear for some fun. “I bought you a present.”
“Oh yeah?” she said over her shoulder as she padded across the room to her dresser. “What is it?”
Curious wasn’t a strong enough word to describe my feelings about seeing Natalie’s reaction to the gift. Intrigued. Excited even. I felt like a child on Christmas morning as I handed her the box.
“Lush?” She read, her eyes widening as she got to the smaller print. “A remote-controlled vibrator?”
I nodded, anxiously awaiting some sort of clue as to whether she was on the same page as I was about this.
This whole sexual exploration thing might have be
en Natalie’s need, but it was quickly growing into something that I wanted too. I might’ve been nervous that first night I walked us onto this path, but since then, I felt a comfort in stepping into a side of me I didn’t know existed. Natalie and I connected on a level so much deeper than either of us could’ve ever thought.
I spent a decent amount of time thinking about different nuances to add to this new avenue of our relationship. This . . . was one of them.
“I can make you come without ever touching you.” I encroached into her space. “I’ve already downloaded the app on both our phones and iPads.”
Her pupils dilated, and her breath hitched alerting me that the idea of this appealed to her in some way. “You want to explore your exhibitionist desires, and I figured we should start small before jumping into public performances.”
There was one big secret—or surprise perhaps was a better word—I kept from Natalie. It would open a series of doors to endless possibilities for us, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. This new side hadn’t entirely taken over the old Matteo. I still had a lot of research to do on that surprise and I wasn’t quite finished with that process yet. Plus, we needed to walk before we ran.
Her towel slipped down, exposing the tops of her breasts, nearly forgotten at the thought of something new to try. “What are we going to do with it?”
“First”—I ran my middle finger down the length of her arm and then dropped it to the apex of her thighs—“I’m going to play my fill with your little sweet spot. Then I’ll slip that”—I tapped the box—“inside you. I’ll sit in the chair I set up over there and watch you come in the middle of this bed with your legs wide open for me.”
She panted lightly against my skin as she rested her forehead on my chest. Her nub swelled under the barest of touches, the promise for more hanging in the air. A moment later, the towel dropped to the floor, and Natalie reached for my erection. She stroked it up and down through my pants, gripping it firmly. “You’ll come with my eyes staring at your pretty pussy. Seeing each clench of those walls as I add more and more until you can’t take anymore.”