A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

ena They room went quiet, and I thought they were going to throw looks at me. What happened next surprised me because they were smiling and began speaking in Italian. Most of them came to hug me and cup my cheeks but I didn't know how or what to respond

because I couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Don't scare the poor woman, Barbara!" Maria said, shaking her head.

"Oh, I've heard a lot about you. Your pictures didn't do you justice. You're prettier than in those pictures. Where did you meet your wife. Matteo?" She continued to speak, eyeing my features and my body.

Well. I heard about Italians, but I didn't expect to surprise myself when I came to meet them. Matteo wasn't like them but maybe because he was a man, and these were women. They were in their late forties or early fifties, and they surely had their fair share of gossip. "Come on, give her some space. Maria added.

Matteo was still beside me and his hand hadn't left my waist. He was keeping me close and secure which I appreciated as I leaned in deeper towards him.

"Mm, is this a new perfume?" He whispered, taking another sniff as he kissed my temple. It was a surprise, and my cheeks immediately heat up because we were in front of his family. They didn't seem to mind by the intimate act, but I felt as if they were staring. "I never used it before."

"Use it more often. I like it,"

Maria was standing in the middle of the crowd as she smiled, "I think I want to blow my birthday cake now because my son and my daughter-in-law is here. Let's go to the kitchen." She was excited when she began to walk to the kitchen, the rest following behind her while Matteo and I were the last to follow.

There were around ten to fifteen people in the kitchen as we all sang Maria a 'happy birthday' song. At first, they were singing in English before they started to sing in Italian. The whole time, Matteo was holding me close, as if he could lose me if he loosened the grip. They clapped and cheered as Maria blew the candles.

"Happy birthday, Mama." Matteo went to kiss his mother on the cheek before whispering something in her ear. It made her smile wider as she thanked her son

It was beautiful to witness, and I never expected to see Matteo being close with his mother. They had a good relationship-1 could tell. The rest of the family were smiling, too as they gave the chance for Maria and her son to enjoy the moment.

I missed mine. If only Papa and I were still in good terms.

It was bound to get awkward if I met Mama and bumped into Papa or Alexei.

"I'd like to say thank you to everyone. I've had my fair share of birthdays, but this year is different. My son, Matteo, surprised me with a daughter-in-law and I couldn't be more happier. You're always welcome in this family, Alena thank you." She smiled, her eyes were filling with tears before she carefully wiped them away. "I don't want to get all sad because I might ruin my makeup so let's enjoy!"

Everyone laughed as they raised their glass.

Matteo came to stand beside me, pulling me by the waist.

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"Everything okay, Alena?"

"Yes. I just didn't expect your mother to accept me that quickly.

"Why?"

"She's too sweet, Matteo and we're lying at her face." "Alena-

I cut him off. "I hate that I brought you into this."

Just as he was about to say something, we were cut off by one of his relatives. She was standing beside us with a smile as she handed us a slice of cake in a plate.

Matteo smiled back, taking the plate. "Thank you, Cara."

"I heard you two eloped in Sicily. I think it's really romantic," she spoke as she took a sip of her champagne. "Don't tell Maria but she wished she was there. I told her, you couldn't wait to marry someone you love. I mean, why would you elope unless you two are madly in love with each other?"

"We can always have a reception here," he replied.

"A reception?" Maria came to stand beside Cara, her eyes widening as she tried to hide her excitement. "Are you two going to have a reception, Matteo?"

"We could think about it, Mama. Alena and I are very busy and if we can find the right time to have a reception, we might but don't get your hopes too high." He responded with a safe answer, and he wasn't lying either.

The two of us were always busy. We couldn't easily free our time for a reception.

"Honestly, I just want to see you two tie the knot again, but I understand if you're both busy. I'm already happy." She grabbed both of our hands.

"We'll think about it, okay?"

She nodded, "Oh Alena, we should sit down, and I can show you Matteo's baby pictures."This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Mama, I don't think that's necessary." Matteo rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide away the embarrassment but this was too good to be true.

The Italian mafia boss was all tough and ruthless but now I had the chance to see his chubby cheeks when he was smaller. Was I going to miss the opportunity of a lifetime? Of course, not Besides, Matteo adored his mother, and he went really soft for her.

"I'm showing your wife your baby pictures, Matteo. She needs to see how chubby you were when you were liule. Oh, and when you tried on those dresses you were too cute, she replied as she pulled my hand to follow her.

Matteo, who was still holding the plate, followed us.

It was only the three of us in the other side of the living room and for a moment, I appreciated the silence. The other * relatives were talking and mingling in the kitchen as they ate-I felt better knowing they didn't try to pry or ask questions. even though they could whenever they got the chance.

Maria and I sat on the sofa as Matteo sat on the opposite side, taking a bite of the cake. He knew he wasn't able going to stop his mother from showing his baby pictures, so he decided it was better to let it be..

"We have different albums, but this is the one we keep downstairs." she placed it on my lap.

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The moment I flipped it open. I saw a young Matteo smiling.

"He was ten."

"He was really cute."

"Mm, I don't know how he got so ruthless growing up.

"I'm not ruthless, Mama. He denied, cutting in.

I turned over the next page, seeing more pictures. There was a newborn Matteo and as I turned the pages, he kept growing up. I didn't realize I was smiling as I ran my fingers across the pictures, seeing a huge difference between the adult and grumpy Matteo. "Oh, he got really chubby when he was twelve." Maria pointed at the picture, both of us laughing.

That chubby boy ended up buff and muscular when he got older Puberty really did him justice. He outgrew the chubby cheeks and everything, gained a sharp jawline and even grew taller. It was as if he was a different person. "When he wore those cute pink dresses," she continued to point

It took me awhile to realize Matteo was staring at us. He didn't exactly have an expression, but he was just looking. something playing in his head. When I caught him staring, he didn't bother to hide it or look away, he just smiled. "Can I bring this home with me?" asked Maria.

"Of course, it's yours.

"She might end up looking at those pictures every night," Matted responded.

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too cute, Matteo. Did you see those cheeks?"

"I had those cheeks, baby."

Maria laughed, "We should head outside and eat. I'm sure you two are starving. Besides, the family wants to get to know you -better, Alena." ""We'll be out in a minute,

She nodded before standing up and walking out, leaving Matteo and me.

Matteo took a seat beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he leaned closer. "Do you really want to bring the albuin home?"

"Yes, I think you were too cute to resist. Your big brown eyes, ugh, to die for." I joked.

The side of his lips curved up into a smile as he continued to stare at me. I was beginning to feel my cheeks heating up and there was no use in hiding the fact that they were probably red. Despite feeling shy suddenly, I didn't bother to look away and break eye contact. I kept remembering what happened last night

The way he moved when we were drowning in pleasure.

Honestly, I couldn't get enough of him being inside me, but I had to ignore and resist the temptation. We were bound to get hurt if we continue-I was going to. Even if we agreed on no strings attached, it was going to get messy.

Then again, how could we resist each other in this marriage? We couldn't sleep with anyone else.

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We were both leaning closer to each other as I kept glancing down at his lips. They were full and inviting. I missed having them eating me out. It was a sight to see. I knew I couldn't easily overlook the temptation because the man itself was a sex appeal. When his lips brushed against mine, one of his hands went up to the nape of my neck.

I closed my eyes the moment our lips met.

The kiss started off slow before it got passionate and involving tongues. He began to bite my lower lip which caused me to moan, allowing him better access inside. I was enjoying this way too much because I didn't realize him running his hand up my thigh, pulling my dress with it.

He chuckled through the kiss, and I knew instantly.

"You don't like wearing panties, do you?"

"That doesn't mean it's an invitation,"

"Well, it can be. If you spread your legs for me, please."

1 licked my lower lip before occasionally glancing at the hall, afraid if someone was going to walk in on us. This was starting to turn me on, especially when he kept caressing my thigh as he looked down at me.

"We can't keep running back and forth like this" I muttered, trying to ignore his touch.

"We're not running back and forth. It doesn't have to be anything

"I don't want to risk it, Matteo.

"Are you scared, Alena?"

""I'm terrified because I can't seem to resist you

"Then, don't resist me. Use me all you want. Use me all the

-1 frowned, "What is it going to be for us?"

way.

"I want you. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow or the day after, but I know I want you, Alena. You're a f***g temptress and if you think you can't resist me, I'm failing miserably to resist you. I can't stop thinking about you." "So, no strings attached? Just, sex."

"I'm comfortable with that. We don't have to risk our feelings. We both know we can't resist each other, and the sex is just too good. It's better if we make use of it,"

It was a proposition. We were fooling ourselves when we said we were going to ignore each other and mind our own business. Matteo was too s***y to resist and every single day, the more I got a taste of him, I kept wanting more. This could work. We could enjoy the sex without having our feelings involved

He seemed as if he was only interested in my body, and I had to feel slightly relieved at that. Maybe, all of this was just lust * and we needed to keep getting it out of our system so we could think straight and decide better in the future. We weren't going to sleep around. So, it was bound to happen-we were bound to sleep with each other.

I groaned in frustration before cupping his face and kissing him All of the thinking were beginning to mess with my head. I couldn't think clearly anyway with his hand resting on my thigh his thumb drawing circles.

He took it as a sign to continue where he left off.

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I gasped as soon as I felt his fingers circling my c***t, the sundress was already up to my stomach. If someone walked in on us, they were going to walk in on a show-where the male character was pleasuring his woman.

"I think I like you better in a dress," he whispered as he inserted a finger inside me.

"Mm, why is that?"

"Easier access. And without panties on. I can always tell you're soaking wet for me."

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The moment he inserted another finger inside me, I was drowning in pleasure. My eyes were closed, and my legs spread apart as he kept pressing onto the exact spot. I kept covering my mouth with my hand because I didn't want anyone to hear my moans, but he didn't seem to mind if anyone heard.

I couldn't help myself.

Just when I thought he was going to finish me off with his fingers, he went to kneel in front of me and savor me. Two of his fingers were still inside but instead of his thumb circling my **t, he was using his tongue. My eyes widened at the intense feeling before running my fingers through his hair.

*F***k, you're going to make me come."

"Come all over my fingers, baby. I want to taste you,"

This was insane. We were in his parents' house, and we were acting like teenagers, sneaking in. We heard noises coming from outside of the house, so we knew we were safe. No one was inside but I couldn't help but feel a little bit anxious. Inever did this before.

His tongue was warm and quick, playing with my bundle of nerves. I couldn't hold it in anymore as the waves of pleasure came and I let it. My legs were shaking from the sensation, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to walk straight later.

I jerked a few times when he kept tasting me before he finally pulled away and I could see the mess we made.

His hair was messy from all the pulling and his lips were red.

-I stayed still for a few seconds as he pulled my dress down, covering me up as if he hadn't just exposed me earlier. As he stood up, I grabbed his hand, and he looked down at me confusingly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, standing in front of me.

I began to sit on my knees before running my hands up his thighs. He didn't need to tell me he was turned on from eating me out because I could see it from his pants. My eyes were staring into his brown ones as I took his belt off and unbuttoned his pants. He didn't stop me, so I knew he wanted it, too.

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pants dropped to the ground with his underwear, and I came face to face with his erection. The size-still took me by surprise even though I had a taste of it inside me last night. I wondered how it fit inside me because oh boy, it was full to feel.

I didn't know what overcame me. I didn't know how I got the strength to strip him, but I kept going anyway.

I took his erection in my hand before slowly getting a taste.

He caressed my cheeks as I took him in my mouth, slightly gagging as I tried to get use to the feeling and the size. My eyes were focusing on him, and 1 was enjoying the look on his face. He wasn't afraid of showing his own pleasure, too which I appreciated "You're so good, baby

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It started to get really sloppy, and wet which meant he was enjoying it way too much. He didn't bother to move and try to take control. He was just letting me please him in my own way and in my own pace. Maybe, he liked it.

"You're so deep in. Alena." He moaned, closing his eyes. "I can't hold it any longer,"

"I want you to come inside my mouth."

The words were like a bonus to him as I quickened my pace, letting him hold my hair up for me because they were falling to my face. Things were continuing to get sl***py and a mess, but we didn't care; I just wanted to please him.

It didn't take him long to come and I swallowed the warm liquid down my throat.

A few drops went dripping on my chin when he pulled out.

"You look so sexy," he muttered as he wiped the mess on my chin and my lips.

When I stood up, he took me by surprise as he kissed me. The kiss was short, but it held something and when he pulled away, we were both smiling.

Once he finished putting his pants on, we made our way to the bathroom for a quick clean up. I wiped away any traces of liquid on my face before fixing my hair, trying to look as presentable as I was when I came here. As for Matteo, he was still looking as perfect as ever. When we got outside to meet the rest of the family, we pretended as if we weren't eating each other out earlier. I was having trouble walking straight and Matteo seemed to notice that, so he kept holding me close.

His family was friendly and great. They were treating me nice without making me feel as if I wasn't accepted here. It made me think back of my own family, about Papa and Alexei. They were never going to be nice to Matteo, at least not in the

nearest future.

Mama, on the other hand, was never rude to anyone. So, she was going to treat Matteo nicely-she wanted me to be happy, Even though this whole marriage was a scam to our families, we were getting an advantage out of it.

Maybe, Matteo was right. Things didn't have to change. We just could get great sex out of it.

"I can't wait to see my grandchildren running around here." Maria said, smiling as she imagined children running

Matteo cleared his throat as I tensed beside him, "Don't get your hopes high, Ma. Alena and I haven't talked about that yet- we want to take things slow,"

"I'm not rushing you two into becoming parents. It's a big responsibility,"

"Yeah, we're too busy with work."

They wanted to hear about the proposal and why we decided to elope. Matteo made the story clear and short-he said we weren't planning to elope, but we decided to go with the flow. We were in Sicily, and we thought we could just marry because we were too in love with each other. There were no romantic proposals with roses around the house, but it was a Sunday morning, and the ring was already on my finger when I woke up.

They expected a grand story, but I was glad Matteo kept it simple.

It was easier to remember, anyway.

As everyone was happy and mingling around, I couldn't help but notice a woman around my age, standing quietly in the corner. She kept looking at Matteo and whenever I caught her staring. I wanted to smile at her, but she walked away immediately.

If I wasn't mistaken, she was his cousin.