“How do you taste, amore?” he murmurs against my cheek, pushing deeper, forcing me to take all of myself from his skin.
I moan, sucking, licking, shameless, before he pulls free and crashes his mouth onto mine. The kiss is claiming, violent in its intensity, the kind that rewrites you from the inside out. I disappear into him, completely undone, the way I was the first time he ever touched me.
When he pulls back, I whimper—but it doesn’t last. He turns us, presses my back to the tile instead, and then he drops to his knees.
And takes me with his mouth.
“Oh God,” I cry. “I?—”
“Say my name,” he mutters against me, voice dark.
I try. I can’t. The sound dissolves into a moan as I fist my hands into his hair, pulling him harder against me. His teeth graze my clit and my body snaps.
“Yes,” I plead. “Use your tongue. More. Fuck—give me more.”
He does. Of course he does. His mouth works me relentlessly, teeth and tongue driving me higher as one finger slides inside me, then another. My hips rock into him, my slick coating his jaw, my control long gone.
He moves with purpose, smooth and sure, fingers pumping while his mouth keeps me right where I’m about to break. The sensation is too much to hold, too big to contain.
The orgasm tears through me without mercy.
“Oh God?—”
My body shudders violently, electricity ripping through my spine as Matteo holds me steady, one hand gripping my hip, the other still moving inside me, his mouth refusing to let go until the last tremor fades.
When he finally rises, he cups my face, eyes dark, satisfied. “I could watch you come undone for a millennium,” he murmurs. “And I’m not finished with you yet, amore.”
In one smooth motion, he lifts me, my legs locking around his waist, my arms sliding around his neck as he presses me back into the cold tile.
Somewhere in the chaos, he switched off the water.
I feel him shift, his body pressing closer, his cock sliding between my thighs, searching. I’m still hypersensitive, nerves lit and aching, and I roll my hips into him, needing more.
He grips my chin, forces my gaze to his. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”
I want to disappear inside him. I want the world to go quiet, just for a second, until there is nothing left but us.
“My love.” His mouth brushes my cheek, soft, deceptive, while his grip on my ass tightens.
“Everything,”I breathe. “Give me everything.”
His eyes darken instantly. His hand locks on my hip and he presses me harder into the tiles, grounding me.
I wait, barely holding still, as his tip drags slowly through my slick, coating himself, again and again. Teasing. Deliberate. My body heats with every pass. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer.
“Matteo,” I complain, breathless. “Enough.”
He laughs low, deep in his chest. “Patience, amore.”
“No.”
I crash my mouth to his and reach between us, wrap my hand around him, guide him where I need him. Still kissing me, he thrusts forward in one smooth motion. He fills me completely, splits me open, drives deep enough to steal the sound from both our throats.
“Oh—”
He’s made for me. There’s no other way to describe it.
I lock my legs tighter around his waist. He pulls out slowly, painfully slow, stretching the moment until I’m shaking, then slams back into me with force that knocks my head into the wall. My back flattens against the tile as he keeps moving, relentless. Our mouths stay fused, every sound swallowed between us.
