A spark rekindled

I grabbed my purse from the sanctuary and left Mike, along with his two kids at the church. A half-mile into my walk home, I heard a voice call out, "Hey! Get in! It's too hot to be walking!" I looked up to see my neighbor from across the street, Deb, waving me over.

"Are you sure?" I asked, grateful for the unexpected offer.

"Absolutely," she said, gesturing to the open passenger door of her SUV. "Hop in. Let me get you home."

I got in, and she didn't ask much. As we drove, she glanced over at me. "Are you doing okay? You seem a little rattled."

"I'm fine, really," I said, offering her a smile. "Just a long morning."

She nodded and pulled into her driveway. As we got out of the car, I thanked her again. "Thanks so much for the ride, Deb. You were a lifesaver."

"You're welcome," she said simply. "I'm just glad to help."

As soon as I was inside my house, I texted Mike. "I'm home safe."

His response came a moment later: "Thanks for letting me know."

I went upstairs to change when my phone rang. It was Matteo.

"Hi," I said, picking up.

"You're not going to believe what happened," he began. "I walked into my house recently and found my now former fiancée fucking his cousin. The engagement is over."

"Oh my god, Matteo," I said, my voice full of sympathy. "I'm so incredibly sorry to hear that. That's just awful."

"Thanks," he said quietly. "It's a mess."

"Are you free this afternoon?" he asked. "I'd love to come over if you are. I'll bring some food and wine."

"Yes, I'm free," I replied. "Come on over."

"I'll be there in about an hour," he said.

"Sounds good," I said, and ended the call.

I finished changing and tidied up the house a bit. I knew Matteo was fastidious with his appearance and grooming, so I knew he'd be a little longer than an hour. I'm appreciative that he takes care of himself, and I knew he'd want to look his best, even after a day like this.

A little over an hour later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Matteo standing there, looking exhausted but still put together. He leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips and then kicked his shoes off. As I was closing the door, I glanced across the street and saw Mike looking at me from his front door. I immediately shut the door.

I followed Matteo into the kitchen as he brought in the fast food and wine. "I figured fast food was one of the ways to help me," he said, setting the bags on the counter.

I laughed. "And what else do you think would help?" I asked.

He turned bright red, winked at me, and said, "I was hoping you could help with that part."

"I'd be happy to," I said with a laugh.

We ate the fast food and drank some of the wine, which honestly, didn't go with the food. As we ate, he told me the full story: after a particularly long day of teaching and coaching, he walked in on his now former fiancée fucking his cousin—the same cousin that was going to be his best man.

"That's just unbelievably terrible."

My heart ached for him. The reality of his pain hung in the air, heavy and raw. I slowly set my wine glass down on the coffee table, the clink of glass on wood echoing in the quiet room. Before I could say another word, Matteo leaned over, his eyes searching mine. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away an unfallen tear that I hadn’t even realized was there.

He kissed me, but it wasn't the tentative, gentle kiss he'd given me at the door. This one was deeper, more assured. It was a kiss of shared comfort and a silent promise of something more. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling. The weight of the moment was profound. The fast food, the bad wine, the devastating story he'd just told me—it all felt like background noise to this single, intense moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice husky. "I shouldn't have..."

"Don't," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his lips back to mine. This wasn't about comforting a friend anymore; it was about two people finding a sanctuary in each other's sadness. The kiss deepened, and the fast food was forgotten. The wine was forgotten. His ex-fiancée was forgotten. Everything was forgotten but this.

After a long while, we broke apart. He didn't pull away completely, just shifted so he could look into my eyes. "Is it okay?" he asked.

I gave a small, genuine smile. "It's more than okay," I said. "It's exactly what I needed."

He took my hand, lacing our fingers together. A soft smile broke across his face, the first one I'd seen all night that wasn't tinged with pain. "Me too," he said.

I looked at him, and in that quiet moment, a different kind of thought formed in my head. "Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked.

He gave me a simple, solid nod. "Yes."

We began to gather the remains of our lunch. I picked up the half-empty bottle of wine and the two glasses, while Matteo grabbed the fast food bags. "I've got this," he said. “I brought the food and the wine….I’ll clean up.”

“Thank you,” I said.

We quickly brought everything into the kitchen. Then, hand in hand, we walked upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as we entered the room, our clothes began to come off, and soon we were both naked. I wasn't entirely sure if he was truly in the mood for sex, given the emotional turmoil he'd just shared with me. But his eyes, full of fire, and the way he had just kissed me told a different story. It was clear from his actions that he was looking for more than just comfort.

We both got on the bed, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. After a few moments of kissing and our hands roaming the other’s body, Matteo pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes full of fire. He then gently moved to spread my legs. He leaned down and began to eat my pussy, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to devour me. "Oh, God, Matteo..." I moaned, as I climaxed repeatedly on his tongue, my hands clutching his hair as my hips bucked. "Yes! Oh, yes!" I cried. Just when I didn't think I could cum again, I did, my final cry echoing in the room. After that last, shuddering climax, he rose and quickly lined up his massive dick to my pussy. In one swift, forceful thrust, his dick was deep inside of me. My breath hitched. His size was overwhelming, a delightful ache that filled me completely. He held still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the sensation, his eyes locked on mine. "God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So unbelievably good."

He began to move, slowly at first, a long, deep pull and then a return. "Oh," I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. "Matteo..." The pace quickened, becoming a steady rhythm, a primal dance of our bodies moving together. My hips rose to meet each of his thrusts, and I could feel my release building once more. "Don't stop," I pleaded, a breathless whisper that he seemed to understand instinctively. His pace intensified, and the room was filled with the sounds of our breathing.

My body convulsed with another climax, then another, each one more powerful than the last. He groaned, a deep sound in the back of his throat, his body tensing with the force of his own release. My legs clamped around his waist as he pushed in one final, deep thrust and poured himself into me. We both collapsed, breathless and spent our bodies entwined in the soft sheets.

After a long while, our breathing returned to normal. We slowly disentangled ourselves from one another and began to get dressed. Matteo looked at his watch, a sigh escaping his lips. "It's late," he said softly. "I still need to prepare for teaching and coaching tomorrow. I dread Mondays."

We headed downstairs. Matteo grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys. I walked him to the front door. He'd opened the door and neither one of us noticed that Mike was there walking from his SUV to his front door. My door opening caught Mike's attention.

Matteo bent down to kiss me gently and I gladly leaned into the kiss. We heard someone clear their throat and we both looked to see who it was and that's when we noticed it was Mike.

"Mike," Matteo said, stepping in front of me as if to protect me.

"Matteo," Mike replied, a slight smirk on his face. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"I was just visiting. I should get going," Matteo said smoothly, keeping his body positioned between us.

He turned back to me and his hands cupped my face. He kissed me a bit longer this time, a deeper and more meaningful kiss that felt like a promise. "Thanks for this afternoon, doll. We need to do this again."

I smiled at him. "We do." I reached for his hand. "Text me when you get home."

He squeezed my hand. "I promise." He then turned, got in his car, and drove away.

Mike began to walk over to me, but I cut him off. "Don't. I don't want to hear it."

"I thought we had something," he started to say, his voice low.

I cut him off again. "We did, until you decided you had the right to judge how I live my life." I turned and walked back into my house, shutting the door in Mike's face.

It wasn't the most adult thing to do by shutting the door in Mike's face, but he wasn't going to ruin the afternoon that I had with Matteo. Sure, I felt bad that his former fiancée was found fucking his cousin but I didn't regret the fast food, mediocre wine and the great sex we had.

I was slightly happy that Matteo was single again because despite how he and I ended, I still had some lingering feelings for him that I hadn't let myself acknowledge until now. Our past had been messy, and the breakup had stung, but this afternoon felt like it was wiping the slate clean. The candid conversation, the easy intimacy, and the incredible sex we had just shared made me realize that the old feelings weren't just a memory; they were a spark ready to ignite. I found myself wondering, cautiously and excitedly, what it would be like to actually explore this connection again and see where things could go this time.