He turned his head, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Taken you right here. On this couch. Fucked you slow until you begged.” His words were blunt, laced with hunger, and they sent a rush of wetness between my legs. “But now? I’m at your mercy. Make it good,amor.”
I smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss his jaw, before pouring more oil, letting it drizzle down his back in rivulets that I chased with my hands.
“You’re tense here,” I teased him, digging into the muscles of his lower back, my nails grazing just enough. “Thought about me all day?”
“Every damn minute,” he admitted, his hips rocking subtly upward, pressing against me. “Imagining you like this. Naked. Oiled up. Riding me instead of massaging.”
The oil made everything slick, sensual, my hands slipping over the valley of his spine.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You feel so good under me, Matteo. So hard already. I can feel your cock twitching against the couch.”
His response was immediate – a low, maybe slightly pissed-off chuckle rumbling from his chest. One hand shot back, fingers tangling in the hair at my nape, fisting it with just enough force to arch my neck. The pull sent a jolt straight to my pussy, making me gasp.
He yanked me down, twisting slightly to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. His lips crushed mine, tongue thrusting deep. I melted into him, my hands splaying on his oiled back as he devoured me, the grip in my hair unrelenting, possessive.
Before I could catch my breath fully, he shifted, sitting up straight on the couch, his back against the armrest. Hishand found my wrist, tugging me upright with effortless strength.
“Come here,” he murmured, voice rough, pulling me onto his lap.
Our mouths met again, hungry and unhurried this time, tongues sliding together in a slow exploration. The kiss deepened, his teeth nipping my lower lip, drawing a soft moan from me that vibrated into him.
I broke the kiss first, sliding down until I knelt between his legs. My fingers went to work on undoing his trousers. I tugged them down, his cock springing free, thick and hard.
Smirking, I reached for the candle and tilted it carefully, letting a generous stream of the oil pour directly onto his dick. It coated him, dripping down to his balls, the warmth making him twitch under the sensation.
“Fuck, Francesca.”
I wrapped my fingers around him, the oil making my grip glide effortlessly as I began stroking – slow at first, from base to tip, twisting my wrist at the head to spread the slickness. His cock throbbed in my hand, veins pulsing under my palm, pre-cum mixing with the oil to make everything impossibly smooth.
I worked him, watching his face twist with pleasure, the way his abs tightened with each stroke.
“Pull your dress down,” Matteo commanded, eyes locked on my breasts popping out of my dress. “I want to see those gorgeous tits.”
I didn’t hesitate, shoving the dress down to bunch at my waist. My nipples hardened instantly, begging for attention under his gaze.
He leaned forward, picking up the candle himself now, and poured a slow drizzle of oil across my chest. It trickledbetween my breasts, warm coating my skin, making it gleam in the fire’s amber light.
“Play with them,” he ordered, leaning back, his cock jumping.
I cupped my breasts, fingers sliding through the oil to pinch my nipples, sending sparks straight to my core. I rolled them, lifting and squeezing, the slickness amplifying every sensation.
A whimper escaped me and I resumed my strokes on him resuming with desperation – faster now, base to tip, thumb circling the sensitive underside.
I leaned in, pressing my oiled breasts together around his cock, enveloping him. His length slid between my tits as I rocked forward and back, my hands squeezing to create tight friction. He was so hot against me, the head of his dick peeking out with each thrust, smearing more pre-cum across my skin. So close to my mouth…
I looked up at him through my lashes, our eyes meeting in the dim light, his expression one of raw need.
The rhythm of my breasts sliding along his cock built a fire in my veins. Matteo’s groans grew deeper.
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to trace the underside from base to tip, tasting the salty mix of oil and his arousal.
His hips jerked at the contact, and I took him into my mouth fully, lips stretching around his girth as I sank down. The warmth of him filled me, the head bumping the back of my throat as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard. I bobbed slowly at first, tongue swirling around the ridge, loving the way he pulsed against me. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the muscles.
“You’re taking me so well. So fucking well,” Matteo rasped, his voice strained, eyes dark and fixed on where my mouth enveloped him.
The praise sent a thrill through me, my pussy clenching with need as I hummed around his length, the vibration drawing a hiss from him.
I picked up the pace, sucking with wet, obscene sounds that echoed softly in the library.
