Matteo didn't answer. He just gave one last, deep, deeper thrust that forced Adrian's back to lift off the bed, his scream of pleasure filling the room and the phone line.
Click. The line went dead.
Matteo let out a dark, satisfied laugh, tossing the phone aside as he redoubled his pace, completely focused on driving Adrian into the mattress.
Adrian's pleasure was so intense, so sweet and overwhelming, that he didn't know how to express it. A sob broke from him as his body gave in, tears spilling from the sheer bliss of it.
Matteo noticed immediately. His rhythm faltered, panic flashing through him as concern took over.
"Hey… baby? Adrian?" His voice softened, threaded with worry as his pace slowed. "Did I hurt you?"
He searched Adrian's face, unsettled by the tears. "Are you crying because of what I did? Because I made her listen?" His voice grew more urgent. "Talk to me, Adrian… did I go too far? Are you in pain?"
