Extending his hand out in front of me, I took it, stepping out of the dress pooled at my feet. I’d half expected Matteo to pounce on me the first chance he got. Instead, he picked my dress off the floor and threw it over an armchair in the corner of the room.
And when he turned back to me, stopping no more than an inch away, he allowed his eyes to roam me from head to toe. His knuckles ran down my cleavage, pulling breath after breath out of me.
“Go ahead and get on the bed for me.”
Slowly, I sat down, my eyes never leaving his. The anticipation building in my core so fast and intense, I thought I might crash.
“Now lean back. Relax. Spread your legs and wait for me.”
I did so, watching Matteo at the foot of the bed as he reached for his tux trousers and loosened them before pulling them down, kicking them to the side.
I bit my cheek at the huge bulge in his boxers, feeling a deep ache inside me.
His hands fisted the band of his boxers too.
“Wh– What are you doing?”
The corner of his mouth pulled in a slow smile. “Getting more comfortable.”
The moment his boxers were gone, his cock sprung free; hard, thick and long. More intimidating than I could’ve imagined earlier.
“But you said…”
“Tonight’s all about you, baby. I won’t overstep. Unless you want me to,” He finished with a wink, standing over me at his huge height and big built.
“Don’t hold your breath,” I snarled.
“You sure?” Matteo leaned over me, covering me in his shadow as he fisted the thin band of my thong at my hips. “With the way you looking at my cock, I’d think you want to eat it.”
Tipping my head to the side, I gave him a big fake smile. “Doesn’t mean I will.”
He smiled too, tugging my panties down roughly. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see you.”
Relaxing my body, I let my thighs open for him.
A deep, tortured groan escaped me as I ran my palm all over Francesca’s perfect pussy. She whimpered, her knees inching to close, but I only did it again with more pressure, getting lost in how goddamn smooth and soft she was. I was finally getting a good look of what I’d been fantasizing over the past months, and it was already having me brick hard.
Pulling back, I fisted Francesca’s ankle and put it over my shoulder. I kissed her instep, before descending and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on her leg until I reached between her legs. She lifted her hips then, her pillowy lips slightly parted, showing me where she needed me.
I didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, I kissed the inside of her other thigh, grabbed that leg and kissed all the way down her leg to her perfect red painted toes.
“Matteo…”
“Strip for me.”
She blinked, a little confused.
“Take your bra off. I want to see all of you.”
Francesca looked away as she reached behind her, undoing her bra and letting it drop off the bed, on the floor. Then, without being told, she leaned back on her hands again, and parted her legs.
I took in her gorgeous breasts, glowing skin, soft eyes, Heavenly hair – she didn’t look real.
It almost hurt to look at her in that moment. In that soft light from the dimmed chandelier above.
She parted her knees and I dropped to mine.
A breath escaped me as I shook my head. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
