Adriana

Matteo’s tongue thrust deep inside me, curling fiercely yet soothingly, as if he were claiming me from the inside out. I moaned, my head tipping back, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. His hands gripped my ass, kneading the plump curves, spreading me even wider, exposing me fully to his ravenous mouth.

I was his to devour, and he was taking me with a hunger that left me breathless.

His focus shifted to my clit, the swollen nub aching for his attention. He sucked it relentlessly, his tongue dragging along my dripping lips, creating a friction that had me grinding shamelessly against his face.

The water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but neither of us cared. I was lost in the sensation."Matteo," I whimpered, my voice breaking on his name. "You're fucking killing me."

He paused, just for a moment, his breath hot against her core. "Beg me, Princess," he rasped, his voice a rough whisper that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

I didn't hesitate. My pride was long gone, "Please, Matteo," I pleaded, my voice thick with desperation. "Eat me like the dirty slut I am. Make me cum all over your mouth."

A growl of approval rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my cunt. "Good fucking girl," he praised, his words sending a shiver of pleasure through me. Matteo’s tongue was flicking, sucking, licking, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel the orgasm building. "Matteo," I gasped, my voice a breathy plea. "Please, I'm going to—"

My words were cut off by a sharp cry as my orgasm exploded, tearing through me with a ferocity that left me shaking. My body arched, my back bowing off the tub, my nails digging into his scalp as I ground against his mouth.

The water sloshed over the sides, spilling onto the floor, but Matteo held me firm, his hands gripping my hips, anchoring me as I rode the wave of my release.

He lapped at my folds greedily, his tongue savouring every drop of my release. I was a mess, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but I felt sated.

When the last shivers subsided, Matteo peppered kisses along my inner thighs, his lips brushing my most intimate places, his touch gentle yet possessive. He whispered something in my ear, his breath tickling my lobe, but I was too lost in the aftermath to make out the words.

My mind was a blur, my body boneless, pliant in his arms.

He stood, his muscles bunching as he lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped her arms around his neck, my legs dangling limply, my head resting on his shoulder. He carried me to the shower, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat of the bath.

Matteo set me on my feet, his hands steadying me as my legs threatened to give way. I swayed, my head spinning, and he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Easy, Princess," he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. "I've got you."

He turned on the shower, the warm water cascading over us, washing away the soap and oil. Matteo’s hands were gentle as he lathered my body, his touch a soothing contrast to the earlier intensity.

He massaged my scalp, his fingers working the shampoo into my hair, his touch firm yet tender.

When I was steady on my feet, he turned his attention to himself, reaching for the body wash. His hands moved over his chest, his abs, his touch confident, purposeful. His eyes locked on mine as he lathered his thick, throbbing cock, his fingers stroking the length, squeezing the base. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, a testament to his arousal.

I watched, mesmerised, as he began to pump his cock, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving mine. His breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with each stroke. His length swelled, the veins standing, my skin flushed a deep, dusky red.

"Fuck, Princess," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "You're going to make me cum just from looking at you."

I bit my lip, my eyes widening as I watched him. His hand moved faster, his strokes rougher, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Beads of cum burst free, splattering the shower floor, his groans filling the steamy air.

Streams of cum shot from his cock. His eyes remained locked on mine, his expression intense, hungry, as he rode out his orgasm.

When it was over, he stood there, his chest heaving, his body glistening with water and sweat.

We washed up and got out of the bathroom. I sat in my towel, still silent, watching Matteo dress up, and he gave me a box.

I cracked a smile, and when I opened the box, the most beautiful dress lay inside. I applied lotion and oil on my skin, wanting to try the dress quickly.

Matteo wore a white long-sleeved shirt he rolled up, showing his muscles, and black pants he looked effortlessly dashing with his jet black hair styled down.

I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I had to dress up, slipping on black lace panties. I held the dress up high, still admiring it.

I put on the white dress, and the silk material went smoothly over my skin. It was obvious it was expensive.

The back was low, the dip reaching my waist, and it was fitted tight, showing every inch of my curves. It was absolutely breathtaking.

I went to the mirror, gasping at how good I looked. Matteo knew how to style me, that was for sure. I looked like a different person. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"You look stunning, princess. You always do." His lips brushed against my bare shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

I turned and kissed him before pulling away to style my hair, sweeping it up high so the dramatic back could be on full display.

I applied my makeup, keeping it light and natural. I caught Matteo watching me in the mirror, already dressed, his gaze soft and unguarded. I slipped on the clear heels he'd set out, completing the look.

Perfect.