His eyes drifted shut, and his jaw relaxed on a shuddering sigh. His hips rocked toward her, his heavy cock gliding across her palm. With a hiss, he stepped back. “Shower first. I want you stretched out on your bed so I can get at all of you.”
He cranked the faucet and tugged her beneath the steaming spray. Sand ran off their legs and feet and swirled down the drain. He squirted shower gel into his palm and stroked it down her arms, then slicked his hands over her breasts.
“So good,” she murmured as she filled her palms with citrusy bubbles. Round and round she glided over the flare of his collar bones, his sculpted chest and broad back, his taut belly, the sexy hollow at the side of each hip. With soft purrs and moans, they explored each other—until she reached his cock. He allowed her one soapy stroke before pulling away.
“Baby, I want to come deep inside you, not in your hand. Can I do that?”
She nodded. Every nerve howled for more, but the wait would only increase their pleasure.
After rinsing, they continued their mutual exploration, patting each other dry with big, fluffy towels. He took extra care to blot the tips of her hair, now curling wildly from the damp heat. His gaze flicked to the bottle of lotion on the counter.
If he kept delaying, she was going to explode.
She grasped his hand and led him across the hall to the bedroom. A breeze lifted the filmy curtains, and laughter from the cottage next door drifted through the slightly open window. She moved to close it.
“No, leave it.” He gently gripped her arm. “Let’s make them jealous.”
With Jason, she’d always taken pains to ensure the kids never heard their lovemaking. He kept mostly silent anyway, his motions mechanical, his face a stony grimace as he pistoned in and out of her. With Olivia and Noah in the house, she fought her natural tendency to sing out her pleasure. Not that she’d reached her peak all that often with her ex.
But Matteo invited her, even challenged her to get loud. How deliciously wicked. She fell backward onto the bed, pulling him down beside her.
With a sexy growl, he crouched over her and kissed her forehead, each closed eyelid, her throat, before savoring her mouth with soft brushes of his lips and teasing flicks of his tongue. She wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer, but he slid from her grasp. On hands and knees he descended, dropping kisses onto her shoulders, her sternum, and suckling deeply at each breast. Happy sparks flew from her nipples to her clit. She’d never been able to come from breast play alone, but if he kept this up, she just might.
He licked a tingling line down the center of her belly, circled her navel, and finally reached her mound.
“So lovely.” He parted her thighs and settled between them. One finger lazily stroked her seam before sliding inside. He traced the edge of her inner lips with his fingertip, then his tongue.
A groan escaped her throat—a ragged, animal sound. She raked her fingers through his dark mane and pulled him tighter against her.
His sexy laugh rumbled. “You like that, bella?” He knelt beside the bed, grasped her thighs, and pulled her to him. His fingertips spread her wide—and then, nothing. She waited, heart thundering, but felt only the whisper of his breath. She lifted her head to peer down at him.
He gazed raptly at her pussy, a dreamy smile on his face. “Like a seashell,” he murmured, softly caressing her coarse curls. “The prettiest part hidden deep inside, pink and shiny and delicate.”
Her lover had the soul of a horny poet. She stroked his hair and very nearly blurted, ‘I love you.’
Her heart squeezed at this moment of reckless stupidity. This wasn’t love, just a bit of fun, a vacation fling. She mustn’t let herself fall for the beautiful young man admiring her cooch, no matter how sweet his words, how skilled his touch. Their connection had an expiration date. She couldn’t allow herself to forget that.
Until Matteo plunged his tongue between her folds, and her common sense was no help at all. Primitive need took over. There was only this moment, this man. His beard tickled her thighs while his fingers and tongue lifted her to dangerous, dizzying heights until she fell and soared all at once as bright, sharp pleasure blanked her mind and rocked her body. At last, she subsided against the bed, blissed-out and boneless.
His chuckle rumbled between her limp thighs. “Una dea—a goddess.” He rose, swiped his glistening mouth on his forearm, and crawled over her like some great jungle cat, muscles shifting beneath golden skin, eyes glittering. He kissed her belly, her breasts, her throat, before plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her own scent clung to his beard. She’d marked him, and the knowledge flamed inside her. Despite two powerful orgasms, she craved more.
He rose onto his knees, still straddling her, and his cock bobbed upward, ruddy and thick, its rosy crown slick with pre-cum. She reached for him.
“Just a moment.” He climbed off the bed and trotted, gloriously naked, back toward the bathroom. “Condoms in my jeans.”
He returned with a fistful of foil packets and a mischievous grin. “Take your pick, beauty.”
A giggle burbled up. She hadn’t used a condom since those early days with Jason. She grabbed a packet without looking, ripped it open, and extracted a slippery, hot-pink disk that smelled of strawberry bubble gum.
Matteo held out his hand, but she shook her head. “Let me.” While he stood beside the bed, she rolled the thin sheath over his pulsing shaft, shiny cartoon pink over deeper, rosy skin. She feathered kisses over the soft, fuzzy sack beneath. The dusky skin contracted at her touch.
His fingers threaded into her hair, drawing her back. “That feels so good, but I want to be inside you.”
She lay back, and with a rumbling moan, he crawled over her. Supporting his weight on one hand, he positioned himself at her entrance. The contact sent delicious shivers through her whole body. He held her gaze as he slowly pushed inside. Her inner muscles resisted at first, but the steady pressure opened her to him, making each unhurried thrust more exquisite. With a raw groan, she wrapped her thighs around his hips to pull him even closer.
He set a steady rhythm, gliding in and out while raining kisses everywhere he could reach.
Her breath came in shallow pants. White-hot pleasure swelled inside her.
