Chapter 16 Matteo
MATTEO
I never imagined my 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?”
“I don’t know, do you always have to be such a conformist?”
I narrow my eyes as she grabs some soap and begins to wash herself. “I am not.”
“You sure are obedient to your own rules.”
I smirk. “I can be obedient to someone else’s rules too … if they had any.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, she rubs her hands all over her tits, as if to punish me for challenging her in her own little game. I know what she’s doing, and I won’t fall for it.
“Are you done?” I ask.
“Hardly.”
She spins on her heels, then rubs her flat hands all over her ass, spreading the soap everywhere. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to bite my own damn knuckles to keep the moan from spilling out.
Good God, why did the world throw this insufferably irresistible woman into my goddamn lap?
“Are you going to keep your pants on or what?”
“You’re still here, so yes,” I retort.
“You didn’t have any problems taking them off before.”
“When I didn’t know someone was snooping on me,” I say, planting my fist on the wall beside her. “Twice.”
She turns around again, and now that we’re face-to-face, the air between us is so thick with tension that it almost feels like these cold droplets are burning on my skin.
“Yet you were moaning my name,” she quips.
Fuck. Got me there.
She slides her hand down her body, and my eyes can’t help but follow while my lips part, tongue licking my top lip like a goddamn dog panting in heat.
“You still won’t touch me?” she says. “Then don’t. I can do it myself.”
She slips down to that crevice marked by a neatly shaven triangle of softness, and fuck me, I have never had weaker knees than I do now as she begins to rub herself right in front of me. Her lips part as her head tilts back while she enjoys herself, and I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try.
I step back under the shower to let it cool me off, but nothing works anymore when I look at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and I’m no better than any other man with fleshy needs.
I want to pounce on her, suck at the droplets rolling down her nipples, lather her with soap, and rub her pussy until she screams my name.
But I can’t because she’d use it all against me.
It’s a trap, and I’m falling in it so hard I can’t look away.
“Stop,” I groan.
Her fingers roll around and around between her legs, and she bites her lip while looking into my eyes like she’s trying to snatch my soul from my body. Hell, I’d let her if this was my reward.
“Make me,” she murmurs, her eyes flickering down toward my obvious hard-on.
My eyes are locked on the filth in front of me as her feet slowly spread wider, allowing me a glimpse at the forbidden fruit she’s opened up. My hand instinctively moves down my abs toward my pants, unable to stop my arousal from taking over my every waking thought.
Fuck, I want her. I want her so badly I could show her all four corners of this fucking house just with my tongue and still not have enough. But I can’t fucking give in. Not when my honor is on the line.
She’s found my only weakness, and she’s using it against me.
“Don’t push me, Tesoro,” I groan, cock twitching against the palm of my hand as I stroke myself right through the fabric of my pants.
“I’m not pushing anything except my fingers against my clit,” she muses, showing off how wet she is by slipping her fingers through and showing me her sloppy mess.
“Fuck,” I groan, getting just about enough of this.
She keeps going, circling her clit like it’s begging to be touched.
I could practically come from the sight alone.
She’s giving me a one-man peep show. A full-on display of all that she has to offer, and I’m not allowed to touch any of it because she’d use my own pleasure as a weapon against me to free herself from my grasp.
I can’t let it happen. I won’t.
But fuck, she’s making it so damn hard.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she moans as water cascades down on both of us.
When she dips her fingers into her pussy, I bite my lip so hard I puncture my skin and bleed all over myself. I let the water wash away my sin as my hand dips into my pants, unable to resist any longer.
“Fuck it,” I groan.
I push the fabric down and release my hungry cock from its prison. Her eyes immediately dart down to my length, taking it all in as if she hasn’t seen me before … as if the size of me still makes her do a double take.
A smirk plasters all over my face. “You keep those hungry eyes on me. You wanted this. Now keep those fingers inside that wet pussy and show me what you look like when you fall apart.”
“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, dipping her fingers in and out of her pussy like she’s imagining it’s my dick nestled between her legs, thrusting into her balls deep.
“That’s it,” I coax her, palming my cock while she keeps playing with herself right in front of me.
Steam fills the air all around us as the water heats just from our presence, goose bumps scattering on her skin as her eyes gorge on my thickness.
I slowly begin to thrust into the palm of my hand, not giving a shit about right or wrong anymore. She wants to toy with my needs? Fine, I can play this game too.
“You want this?” I growl, jerking off until the precum drips from the tip.
She bites her bottom lip. “Oh yes.”
She keeps rolling her fingers around her most sensitive spot, gyrating her hips along with her own movements, as if she’s picturing riding me instead, and I wouldn’t mind at all.
But she would never willingly surrender to me like that, so I’ll just take this one fucking moment of pure shared ecstasy and make it a lasting memory for the rest of our married life.
I thrust and thrust into the palm of my hand while her eyes grow hungrier with every passing second.
“Go on, then. Fuck yourself like a filthy girl.”
She pushes her fingers inside herself and moans while twisting her nipple with her free hand. My dick pulsates with greed for more of whatever this game is that we’re playing.
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Fuck, yes, but I want you to do it too,” she says between short, damp breaths.
I shake my head. “You first.”
Her cheeks grow redder with every passing second as the steam envelops her beautiful body, her fingers rolling around like crazy, and I have to physically restrain myself from coming all over her right this very second.
But I need her to learn a lesson first.
A hard one.
I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”
A soft moan escapes her lips, and she gyrates against her own hand.
I can see the ecstasy rippling through her entire body while she succumbs to the inevitable orgasm.
It’s fast and overbearing, claiming her entire body as she begins to convulse.
She places a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while out of breath.
A filthy grin forms on my face as I stop thrusting into my hand. “Thank you, Tesoro. That was just what I needed.”
She’s not the only one who knows a thing about weakness.
“Your turn,” she says between puffing.
I simply stroll out of the shower with a full-blown hard-on and grab a towel to dry off while she keeps her eyes glued to my chiseled body, her brows raised as if I’ve lost my mind completely.
Maybe I have.
But I won this round.