“Oh,” she heard him say as his eyes narrowed with hunger.
“Yes, I thought you might notice eventually.” A grin twitched at her lips as he stood and pulled off the new t-shirt and pushed away from the shorts she’d bought him. She’d never seen him in shorts, but she liked it. He had thick calves and strong thighs that looked great.
“I have, indeed, noticed.” He slid into the other end of the large tub and let the hot swirling water relax his muscles. “This was a really good idea.”
“I thought so.” She moved to slide up over him until she straddled his hips. “Hello, darlin’, how are you?”
Her hips ground down into his as she spoke, and he let his head fall back against the tub. “I’m heavenly, baby, just heavenly.”
He was hard and ready already, so when she ground her slick skin against his, gently, it was pleasurable. For them both.
His hands came up straight into her hair, to pull her head to the right so he could take a bite at her neck. On that spot that she only let him touch. The spot that made her shiver over every inch of her body.
“Matteo,” the name whispered from her lips as she braced herself with her arms on the sides of the tub. He thrust his hips against her center, buried beneath the water, between her folds, but not inside of her. Not yet.
“Say my name again, just like that, Marie. It’s so pretty when you say it like that.” He let her head go and brought his hands around to tilt her breasts up to his mouth.
Slowly, he teased each one, until she was a mess of thrusting hips and aching hunger. She tried to touch herself but he wouldn’t let her, wouldn’t let her ease the hunger, not yet. “Matteo, please.”
“No, baby, not yet.” He went back to her other nipple, sucked it, flicked at it with his tongue until she was ready to jump out of the tub and relieve herself if he wouldn’t do it.
She started to move, but one hand clamped on her hips kept her still, kept her on his dick. “I need you so much, I need to come.”
“You can take more, darling, so much more. Enjoy it. Don’t just reach for the end goal, enjoy the experience of getting there. For just a little while longer.” He purred the instructions against her neck as he leaned up. His hand slid around to her ass, and he lifted them both out of the tub, somehow steady enough to step out and lay her on the carpeted floor.
“Relax, my love. Let me make you feel good.” He pushed her legs apart, pulled her roughly against his mouth, and began to feast.
His name tore from her lips as her back arched and her hips twisted. She put a hand over her mouth as another cry, almost a scream, followed that. His tongue went straight to her clit, forcing her up quickly, so fucking quickly, before he moved, flipped her over, and got between her legs. He wasn’t about to fuck her though. Not yet.
He raked his fingers down her back, his nails scratching at her lightly. She focused on the sensation as he did it again, and her hips bucked all over again. “Matteo.”
It was a whisper, he barely even heard it, but it was there. His fingers moved down over her ass. She wanted to squirm away when he opened her up, but he pressed his hands down on her to hold her still. She knew she couldn’t take this, not right now. He’d make her come if he touched her there.
His fingers came down to her pussy, before it moved up, slowly, to circle around her other entrance. “Open for me, Marie. Come on now, be good.”
With a sigh of resignation, she did as he instructed, though all she wanted to do was grind her clit against anything; his hand, her hand, the floor, it didn’t matter. When his finger pressed into her back entrance, when it slid in - fuck, oh fuck, it was so very good.
Shivers, more shivers, shivers that made her nipples go even tighter, that made her clit throb harder, that made the hunger deep inside even hungrier, swamped over her as his finger slid deeper into her.
“Your pussy is dripping, Marie, so ready for my cock.” He made sure of that when he slid the fingers of his other hand into her. “You’re so ready to be fucked baby, and I’m going to do it, alright? I’m going to fuck you so good, with my finger in your ass and my cock in those sweet walls that suck me in ways only your pussy does.”
All she could do was whimper as he guided her to her knees, his finger still deep inside of her backside. She groaned when he positioned his tip at her pussy, when he teased her with a swipe of his cock against her there, before he thrust in suddenly, all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she gasped. Her hands dug into the carpet. She was as full as he could get until he pulled his finger out of her ass. He wasn’t done though. He licked his thumb and pushed that into her instead - a thicker digit, so much thicker, than his finger. He began to move that thumb in time with the thrust of his cock.
“Don’t,” Matteo ordered when she moved to touch herself, to end the aching misery of her hunger. “Not yet.”
“When Matteo?” she pleaded, so hungry for it now.
“When you calm down, when you feel the pleasure of fucking, not just trying to reach an orgasm. Tell me how you feel.” He slowed his thrusts as he spoke and she groaned with impatience.
“I feel… full. Hungry, like I need something, a drug, that only you can give me. Please, can’t I come now?”
“Do you know how many women can’t, Marie? You’re lucky, you get to do this quite often. Some women never get to. But you will baby, don’t worry, I’m going to make you come. Just concentrate on what you feel.”
She tried. She paid attention to the sensation of her nipples scraping against the carpet, and suddenly it was good, it wasn’t painful. It was a burn that added to the throb between her legs, which made her blood pulse even harder in her veins.
Every time he fucked into her she felt a soft touch against her clit, she felt the way he slapped against her ass as a new thing, as an intimate touch that she’d only ever shared with him. Even her arm became sensitive as she felt warm air touch her. The cool sensation of her hair against her hot face was almost soothing, but she didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to explode.
He pushed his thumb into her harder, faster until she was almost unconscious with her gasps of pleasure. And she still hadn’t come, not yet. Not until she bent down, let her head rest against the floor, her knees still holding her ass up so that he could thrust down, to that spot that made the world disappear. She cried out then, a strangled sound that was barely a sound at all because she just had no air left.
She felt the explosion inside of her walls as she gripped at his cock. She felt it as an explosion of pleasurable bolts of electricity that shot from her clit, up her spine, through her stomach, and straight into her brain. She inhaled sharply, quickly, before the world went dark and pleasure made every inch of her skin contract. She came apart hard, so hard she pulled him with her. She heard it but didn’t care, didn’t care that he’d groaned in release, that he was right there with her, because everything was so… fucking… good.
She slumped to the floor, completely done, and just let it wash over her as he pulled away to rest on the floor at her feet.
“See? It’s so much better when you work for it, when you earn it, Marie. That’s when it blows your fucking mind completely.”
Her hand fluttered up in recognition of his words, but she couldn’t answer. Not yet. She did smile though. Even if it was a tired one. He’d been right. Once again. As he always was. Smug fucker.