A rush of white-hot desire burns in the pit of my stomach, his challenging look only stoking the flames.
I watch him, the rhythmic motion of his strokes incredibly erotic. And then my fingers move again. It’s slower than before, less sure, because I’ve never done anything like this.
I don’t want to make a fool of myself, but then he groans and says, “Yes, baby, just like that,” and my movements become frantic and my breaths choppy.
My orgasm crashes into me like a wave, swallowing me whole, and my eyes close on instinct, unable to hold Matteo’s intense gaze any longer.
Without warning, the shower door opens behind me with a squeak and Matteo slips inside. “Turn around. Now.”
I’m so stunned at his command that I simply obey, turning my back toward him.
“Lean against the wall.”
Again, I do as he asks, not bothered by his demands since they’re such a turn-on.
In all the time we’ve been together, he has never failed me in any way. The fact that he always makes me feel good, even when I’m unsure about a certain position, helps too.
The slap on my ass comes as a surprise. The area stings for a moment before he glides his smooth palm over it, still stroking himself.
“Oh fuck, I’m almost there, baby. I’m going to come all over you. I want to watch my cum drip off that perfect ass of yours.”
I suppress a shiver at his words. There’s this little voice in the back of my head—one that sounds awfully close like my dad’s—mumbling,Shouldn’t you feel disgusted by him talking to you like this? It’s filthy. But then I feel my body respond to every one of Matteo’s dirty commands, lighting me up from the inside, and the appalled voice vanishes. It’s like a secret language I didn’t know I could understand, but now that I do, I can’t stop thinking about it and want more.
Matteo’s breathing picks up, as does the tempo of his strokes. Unable to help myself, I peek at him over my shoulder, and my breath stalls in my throat. His face is laced with pleasure, the vein on his neck thick and pulsing wildly as he pumps his cock almost violently.
The roar he lets out when he comes echoes around us, adding even more of a thrill to this encounter. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom head, all of them hitting my ass. Matteo strokes himself one more time, all the way to the tip, where he holds his cock and stares at his handiwork.
Then he lets go of himself and smears his cum all over my lower back and ass. His other hand joins in, and soon, he’s rubbing and massaging my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I whimper, not in pain, but because this is unchartered territory for me, and my brain doesn’t know what to do with half of the things it’s being exposed to.
“Shhh, baby. I’m just looking.” As if to make up for it, he moves one of his hands between my legs from behind, running his fingers through my cum this time, before he cups my pussy. “Did you enjoy fucking yourself, passerotta?”
My breath hitches at his touch, the oversensitivity of my clit fighting with my renewed arousal, and heat spreads up my neck and into my cheeks at his question. But I manage to whisper, “Yes.”
“Such a good girl.”
Those two words have me pushing back against him.
His fingers brush through my folds, and I close my eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.” With that, he switches the angle of the showerhead, washing off the evidence of our impromptu shower masturbation session.
I turn around to face him and go up on my toes. “I can’t wait either.”
After giving him a quick kiss, I once again pick up the loofah and give my body another quick washing. Matteo grabs his shampoo and cleans up as well, his gaze never leaving me.
I know I should get out and get ready, but I like being with him here. The warm water also feels too good on my skin. Once he’s done, he finally convinces me to get out too, making me promise to get ready while he catches up on some business, which I do.
He walks in five minutes before we have to leave, just as I slip into my black heels and finish putting on my hoop earrings. A quick glance in the mirror confirms what I already know: I’m made up perfectly. My makeup is flawless—elegant with a touch of seductiveness—and my hair falls around my shoulders in soft waves. Exactly the way my father has groomed me to look, with the help of stylists as well as makeup and hair artists.
“You are stunning.” Matteo walks toward me, perfectly complementing my black sheath dress with his charcoal suit and white shirt underneath. He takes my hand and draws it up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to my skin.
My heart races behind my rib cage, just like every other time this man is near me.
“Turn around, passerotta.”
I comply with his gentle demand, unsure of the reason.
“Lift your hair for me.”