I pull down my pants along with my underwear, kicking it all the way into a corner. I’m not afraid to be naked, to be seen by a man like him.
His pants tent, cock bobbing up and down uncontrollably behind the fabric as if he can nearly contain it from springing free. And I don’t even know if it’s water droplets runningdown his cheeks or sweat from the resistance he has to exert.
I lick my lips as I step closer, while Matteo remains steadfast under the shower, which slowly begins to heat just from our presence.
“I’m not going to touch you, Stella, no matter how hard you try,” he warns.
“No,” I say, mischievously placing a hand on his shoulder, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t touchyou, right?”
MATTEO
I never imaginedmy pretty little wife would actually hop under the shower with me … or that she’d strip right in front of me.
Fuck, she’s goddamn gorgeous in every way possible, from her toes to her long legs, to her round thighs, that delicious pussy on display, and those sweet, pink nipples that are begging me to suck them. I can’t look away.
Her fingers tiptoe around my chest, spiraling down toward my abs while I hold my breath.
I should tell her to stop.
God, I should, but I don’t want her to.
She slides her hands down toward my pants and unbuckles my belt, slinking it through the hoops until it’s released. She throws it down onto the floor, then rips open my button and zips me down.
I grasp her wrist right when she’s about to pull down my pants.
She shouldn’t be here with me under the shower. It’s not right.
“Tell me why you’re doing this.”
She bites her lip in such a seductive way that it makes me hard with need. “Because …” She leans in. “I know you want this. And I want to.”
“What?” I ask, lowering my gaze to meet hers. “What do you want, exactly, Tesoro?”
The way she looks up into my eyes makes me want to slam my lips onto hers, but I can’t, I fucking can’t because she’s only using my desire as a tool to break free, and then my plans to ruin Lucio would be ruined. I can’t let that happen.
“I want … to thank you,” she murmurs under her breath.
“That’s not a good enough reason,” I growl, pushing her off me. “I don’t need a reward.”
“I never said it was,” she says, planting her hand on her clavicles. “But you said it yourself. I drive you crazy with lust.”
Her hands slide down her body toward her breasts, and my eyes follow her every move like a starving man looking for scraps.
“I can take care of that myself,” I reply.
“I’ve seen that,” she quips, gripping her nipples right in front of me.
Vixen. Absolute fucking vixen.
I grunt out loud as she begins to twist them.
God, give me peace because this girl has surely robbed me of any.
“What are you doing?” I growl, trying to focus on the shower.
“What does it look like?”
“Do you always have to be so smart-mouthed about everything?”
