World After Worlds

"Say it." She said with a naughty grin, Matteo gazed at her playful visage. She was daring, alluring, mischievous, and spirited. Unlike if she was asleep where she looked so innocent, pure, naive. In human terms, whenever she was slumbering she was such an angel. "You want to fuck me, say it."

Matteo nestled his thumb on her mouth, "Stop saying that," he muttered grimly, "I don't like talking that way to you." He bent his head, made sure not to crush her body with his weight, pressed his lips on her cheek, and went to her ear. "I love you. I want to love you dearly, Rym."

Yanarym smiled, Matteo was cold and always indifferent to others but he was always soft to her. If she didn't know how he treated Lena she would be convinced that he was such a gentleman. She held his wrist pulling away his finger stuck in her mouth. "You can do me sideways."

"I already did that yesterday." He abruptly rumbled, still her mouth breathing on her neck and ear. It tickled and she could not help but have a giggle, which was making him smile. "Let's do something different today."

"Oh, so you're bored with me already?" She shifted her head and peered at him, Matteo met her eyes and shook his head, and moped.

"Rym," she moved her shoulder and pushed his chest to lay next to her, Matteo compelled however his hand never left her body.

"You're such a sulker. I won't be able to take a nap if it's from behind."

"...you still want to sleep?" He could not believe her, his foreplay was still not enough to wake her up?

"Can't I?" She asked.

"You can." As she said, Yanarym turned sideways, ignoring Matteo's sulking face. She pulled the pillow to embrace, while Matteo didn't move for seconds. She knew she could still sleep, they were in space, and he stopped time already.

She yawned as she felt drowsy, she felt tired. She was with Lyndon last night, but nothing happened, because Lyndon was so loyal to Tiana that he did not want to touch her. Yanarym knew Lyndon had that very small favor for her. He avoids her as much as he could because when they would start having sex, he could not stop himself. Anyways, Matteo, Matteo liked sex too, he would love to do it every single morning.

Yanarym closed her eyes and drifted to slumber, however, soon after, she felt the chills from the cold breeze of the room when Matteo made her clothes disappear. His arms slipped on her trunk heaving her to his embrace, his hand drifted to meander her breast. He was caressing her as if he was massaging her muscles. He was very gentle, that was what Yanarym liked about her sex experience with Matteo. Also, he knew when to become ruthless.

His meat stick slid its way to her thigh, he did not aim at her hole. He liked foreplays at, a slow, romantic pace. His sweet kisses on her back were planted, sometimes he would lick her but won't leave his mark on her. He hated it whenever she would ask him to heal those marks he did.

She was still sensitive because she just had her orgasm. Regardless, Matteo's hand didn't forget to touch her there, a soft-touch, circular motion. That was making her voluntarily spread her legs for him. After realizing that Yanarym caught his hand and turned around to look at him. "Don't." She said to him, he didn't say anything and did what she said. But used the chance to kiss her lips. When she replied with his amorous kissing, he continued to knead her breast to his palm. As she broke free from his mouth, he entered her. Matteo paused and felt how comfortable it was in her, he was doing this every day, but he could never get used to her… it felt amazing every time.

He stopped caressing her breast and paid attention to their combined bodies. Hand on her waist pulling it down while he thrust his hips upward. He did it with a rhythm, leisurely, romantically, he brushed his lips on her back, feeling her skin on his cheek. With her subtle and restrained moans, she was clutching his hardened shaft in her. It was causing Matteo to exert enough force to hit her walls.

"Teo," she held onto his hand that was on her waist, Matteo did not halt, he lifted his body and held her hand. She was starting to move her hips along with him and met each thrust he made, he skimmed his lips on her neck that was exposed to him, he wanted to bite her—instead he just accelerated his pace.

"Hmm," he buried his face over her nape and put his lips hard, he tugged her body close to him. "Rym," he growled her name, his hand went back on her waist and pushed her down, deeper.

"Ahh," her arms covered her head, she buried her face on the pillow, and he lifted her leg and maintained the rhythm of his thrust. He was waiting for her to say she wanted him to go faster, he wanted to hear her demanding voice. Interacting and engaging as he was. "T-teo…" Matteo held her tightly, she was squeezing him so much, it was so comfortable. He almost came.

"Lay on your stomach, Rym," he breathed on her neck, she veered to look at him.

"Alright," he smiled and followed her as she positioned her back to face him. Matteo raised her butt and widened the gap between her thighs. He pointed his shaft in her rosy flesh and didn't go in yet. He just brushed his length to her soaked flesh. "Teo, s-stop teasing me," she muttered with a groan. She held his shaft and lifted her butt, he went into her hole. Both moan in exhilaration. Yanarym did the movements herself while Matteo was immense. When he was back on the track, he laid on top of her, squeezing the little frame but making sure that she wouldn't be burdened by his mass. He began to ram his hips to her, each collision was making a noise.

Plop, plop, plop.

Her pleasing whimpers were joining his groans. "Tell me to go faster, Rym." He growled, closing his eyes, breathing heavily. Her small body was heaving along with his thrusts, he could destroy her.

"F...faster." he lifted on his elbows and shoved in her faster, sensing it wasn't enough, he kneeled and grabbed her waist, and dived in deeper. "Ahh!" He watched their bodies become one, and honestly, it was a sight he liked.

He was gross with the sensual pleasure, it was devouring his senses. The thought that she was feeling the same sensation he had, was so gratifying. He yanked elbows to make her stand, her back crushed on his chest. Matteo curved his arm on her body, grabbing her jaw, and placing his huge hand on her delicate neck. Her hands reached out for him, she turned her head around and he finally received her kiss. He continued to haul his body on her, she was immobilized, just submitting to his feral pounding. "Ah, ah," he entered her mouth as she groaned. Their tongues intertwined, he held her breast that was bouncing and kneaded it violently. "Hmm, Teo, harder." She stuttered and stopped kissing him.

He abode her request, he began to get harsher on her, thumping her harder. He chose to neglect her breast and pay his sole attention to her hips to drag her meeting his genitals fiercely, her body hardened. Matteo gritted his teeth sensing she was about to come, he wanted to come with her. "Hold it," he said dangerously, "Wait for me." Without supporting her upper torso, she fell back to bed. As she lumped there, he meandered her recklessly. "Ugh." He firmly closed his eyes as he felt that he was about to explode.

"I-I'm… Ah!" She quivered uncontrollably when his hand went under her and using both his forefinger and middle finger he pressed her clit and stroked it. She couldn't hold anymore and came—she squirted! This damn god! He said to hold it, he made her climax! Her body renounced and he had three more dominant thrusts in her before he filled her womb with his cum. It was hot inside her, she sighed heavily, he unhooked her waist, and collapsed on her back. She was crushed between the mattress in his bulk body, he wasn't hefty though.

Yanarym felt his painting escalating to her spine onto her nape. Matteo got off her and shoved her shoulders to face him, he was smiling widely while still, they were catching their breath. In the end, his wishes were fulfilled, he fuck her in from behind. He landed his lips on hers and gave her some continuous kisses. "I love you, Rym."

"Of course you do, you had your great fuck with me." She taunted, his smile receded. Oops, did she ruin the mood? She smiled widely.