Matteo

no matter where you go, I'll find you

There was a perfect, undeniable exquisiteness to her figure. A beauty the age-old Frenchman all but revelled in. How he adored finding each and every place upon her form that seemed to bring her but even an ounce of pleasure. Those sounds he coaxed from her. Each soft moan or short, sharp intake of breath were decidedly arousing. How intent he was to explore her body. It's every curve and swell and line. Sex had become far to...robotic in these modern times. Both men and women alone had forgotten how to truly make that act....unforgettable. How to relish in the body of their partner to bring them to that peak satisfaction. How Matteo so refused to be but a mediocre memory in the mind of any who had shared his bed. How assured he was that a woman such as Harley deserved to be relished, to feel desired, to know just what sensations her body was capable of feeling. Yet too- how exquisite a partner she was in turn. The young Were was nothing but determined to indulge him in turn. She was as bold between those sheets as she was outside of them. Ah, but how refreshing such a thing was! Matteo was so hardly inclined to rush that act, not when he craved to feel every part of her and the sensation of her figure around him with nothing short of glorious. Her body so effortlessly found that rhythm he set, meeting him thrust for thrust as his own soft groan rose within the depths of his throat. God how he wanted only more. The very sight of her beneath him, the feel of her was...intoxicating. Matteo was nothing if not determined to enjoy every moment.

How surely he should have seen her coming- or in the very least, so anticipated her refusal to yield so easily as that. Harley, somewhere within the depth of that passion, had found a moment of clarity bright enough to be able to shift their positions once more. The raven-haired woman so effortlessly rolling to place him beneath her. That very act was near flawless, that connection between them so hardly faltering. That new position so instead provided them both with an entirely new level of depth that so easily coaxed those sounds of pleasure from his lips once more. That control had so effortlessly become Harley's own. That pace hers to set as she seemed to explore those new sensations. Her back arched near seductively as that feeling of skin on skin only increased those very sensations. Matteo, in that moment, was so forced to accept that near slower, almost tortuous pace she set when he so desperately desired that increase in friction. Ah, but he knew she was devilish from the moment they had met! Those very words that left his lips were uttered entirely within his own language. Matteo, in that moment, had all but forgotten English entirely. Harley, he was certain, so hardly understood them and yet her reply fit near perfectly all at once. 'I know'. Those uttered words prompted a soft simper to his own lips, that look near fleeting as that wave of sensation assaulted his figure once more as Harley's hips ground agianst his own in that slow, practised fashion.

Her hips rose, forcing his figure to withdraw from her own and yet- she hardly brought herself back down as he anticipated. Harley instead so merely remained above him in that tormenting tease. God but how he desired to grasp her hips, to bring her back down and agianst him and return those glorious, pleasurable sensations. To take her entirely, to make her his own in the oldest of fashions. A whine of pure want threatened to part his lips. Matteo's near infamous control so dangerously wavered in that moment, the Frenchman so decidedly sure that she had seen the fragility of that control if only for the barest of moments before that composure fought back. The silver of his gaze met the violet of her own then. That singular moment in time near decidedly intimate. Neither of them, it seemed, would concede to the other- not in this. Perhaps there was, however, an even ground to be met on. One he so rarely indulged in and yet one that seemed near...fitting a position. One that required some measure of trust. How often that word was uttered between them. Did she trust him now?

Even despite that palpable desire the raven-haired woman seemed to consider that question for a singular breath. Her features seemed to soften near suddenly in a way quite unlike he had ever seen them do so before. Hmmm. How finally she had allowed him to see her. If only for the barest of moments as she uttered her assurance that she did, indeed, trust him. Surely he had never let her down so far? Matteo moved to sit upright then, his dark, shaggy hair, so thoroughly tousled from that night so far, thetented to fall into his eyes, a few rouge strands caught at the length of his lashes. His words, this time, were nothing short of gentle as he offered those instructions. This, he suspected, was not a position she had tried before. One that allowed for a truly potent depth and a distinct intimacy. A closeness so few positions rarely did. One of near perfect equality. Harley moved to straddle him then, one knee on either side, before lowering herself onto that hardened, near aching length of him. His figure fit so perfectly within her as her form eased down and into his lap, her arms wrapping about him, that feeling of skin agianst skin entirely exquisite and only adding to that wealth of sensation. Her hips shifted of their own accord, those first few thrusts coaxing another soft groan from within him before the near ancient Fae so allowed his hands to trail upon the smoothness of her sides. She felt hot beneath his hands, her skin near silky smooth, that pleasure prompting her to close her own eyes as his hands effortlessly found her sensitive breasts. This position allowed him to offer that very touch.

Harley's hands tangled within the locks of his hair as his lips found her own. Her hips became all the more ardent as that pleasure increased, Matteo's own shifting upward to meet her firmly. Her figure tightened around him inexplicably. How uneven his own breath had become. That pleasurable peak was so entirely within reach. Her body arched agianst him again as her teeth bit down upon his lower lip, Matteo so returned the fervour of that kiss with equal zeal, his tongue brushing agianst her own, drawing her into the very depth of that kiss as he forehead came to rest agianst his own. That moment so strikingly...perfect. How close she was. In every way. His hips pressed into her own once more, urging her towards that final pleasure. The words she uttered so barely managing to escape her lips, her sentence hardly managed to find its finish before she tightened around him that final time. Matteo was all-too content to push her over that very edge with those final firm, hard thrusts of his hips. God she felt exquisite. He was vaguely aware of her cry out as his hands fell to her hips, holding her agianst him as he found that utterly glorious release within her. That groan of utter pleasure fell from his own lips as they pressed to her neck, those kisses sweeping down her silken skin to press a final kiss to her shoulder. The Frenchman so simply...pausing there in an effort to catch his breath somewhere within that maelstrom of sensation that still seemed to turn around them.

Matteo's hands continued to rest upon her hips for several moments longer before, finally, his fingers loosened their grip. The Frenchman had very near left marks in her skin. His fingers moved lightly, rubbing those marks away gently with his fingertips before his head tilted to press that final kiss to her jaw. His silver gaze so finally met her own. His own breath came heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly in response to that energy he has used and yet a simple simper of...satisfaction so easily found his lips. That grin was almost lazy in the wake of that act. His hands gripped her waist gently once more, Matteo shifted just enough to roll them a final time and press Harley gently back into the softness of that bed before he moved to roll back onto his own back beside her. Little save the sound of their breathing echoed in that room. How he adored that sound. One hand lifted to run through his tousled hair before reaching down to snatch at that sheet and draw it up and over their waists- just enough to keep the breeze from their heated skin- before the Frenchman settled contentedly beside his companion. Matteo so hardly made any effort to shift, his side still pressed agianst her own- offering Harley that chance to remain agianst him if she wished in the wake of that intimacy he was hardly willing to reliquidh in its entirety even if that sex itself had reached its crescendo. How good those clean sheets felt agianst his skin. How pleasing it was to feel the heat of Harley's own figure beside him, pressed agianst him.

Matteo's head turned slightly, his silver gaze met the striking violet of Harley's own in the firelight, that warm simper still upon his lips.

"Oui, Mon Cherie, we are very good at that."

That praise for their combined efforts so smoothly left his lips. The near ancient Fae chuckled softly has his gaze turned back upward to eye the towering ceiling above. Even the roof of that room was lavishly decorated with near ancient architecture and ceiling roses that wove an intricture pattern so easily missed unless one started upward pointedly. Ah, but he had laid awake at night staring at that roof far too many times! That sated, warm, comfortable silence settled between them, then Matteo took that moment to catch his breath. How undeniably...excellent truly good sex was. The ancient Fae was nothing short of perfectly satisfied. Almost.

"So tell me, Harley. Did you prefer Mercury Rising to Missionary?"

One eye merely lifted as his head turned upon that pillow then to eye his companion, tht near impish simper having lazily found his lips once more. Matteo near anticipating that look of bafflement upon the woman's features as he chuckled softly once more.

"That last position, it is called Mercury Rising."