“Is that right?” My chest puffed out with pride. If her legs were still jelly, that meant I had more than satisfied her,
“I could always carry you,” I began to say when a new idea took form in my mind.
I slid from the bed, and her eyes snapped open. “Where are you going?”
There was a note of accusation in her voice.
“Stay here, I'll be back.” Without another word, I headed toward the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a wet, warm washcloth dripping in my hand.
I threw the blankets back from her, baring her body to me.
Squealing, she grabbed at it. “Matteo, it's cold.”
Oh, I knew it was chilly by the way her pink nipples hardened.
Crawling up between her thighs, which parted for me instantly, I dragged the wet cloth between her breasts.
“Matteo,” she mumbled. All the sleepiness evaporated from her eyes as she snapped them open. “What are you doing?”
Not answering her at first, I ran it over her breasts and leaned over her, bringing our lips together but not kissing her.
“Cleaning you up, my love.” The last two words fell from my lips before I could stop them. “If you are too tired to climb into the shower with me, then I’ll clean you here.”
Over and over again, I swiped the damp cloth over her.
Across her breast, down her belly, and then between her legs.
She moaned the second before I kissed her, and I swallowed the sound down as I rubbed the cloth between her thighs.
“It’s kind of a shame.”
“What is?” Her hands found my shoulders to hold herself steady, and I could feel the tiny tremble within her beginning again. Was having me clean her with a wet cloth turning her on? Or was it my hands on her body that were doing it?
Yes. Tes to both.
“That I can’t just let all of it leak out of you.” I caught her lips with mine. Over and over again. Pushing my now solid cock into her thigh. “Maybe fill you with some more cream…”
“You could…”
I silenced her with my lips again. “And I will, but not tonight. You don’t want to be sleeping in a wet spot, do you?”
She giggled, a purely girly sound. “The water will also make a wet patch, Matteo.”
Laughing, I threw the washcloth away. It hit the floor with a wet plop.
“So it is.” Over and over again, I kissed her, each one more insistent than the one before, until it felt like I was going to explode.
“Sleep.” Finally pulling away I pressed my lips to her head andclimbed from the bed. “I’m going to jump in the shower and then I’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
It was the quickest shower of my life, but by the time I got back, she was snoring lightly. Pausing in the doorway, I watched her sleep, and emotions overwhelmed me.
The kind of emotions I hadn’t felt since the night I had first made love to her, gone to the bathroom to take the call that would change my life forever, and come back to find her gone.
I had gone from unbelievable happiness to dread in minutes, and I was feeling that same emotion now.
Sophia was acting just like she had been back then, and that had all been an act.
