Wrenley's POV
When morning hits, the soreness that's between my legs almost makes me regret waking up with Matteo two different times last night. Almost.
Clearly not that much, because as I use the shower to get ready for today, my body instantly get's excited when hearing the door open. Matteo, of course, comes in, rubbing his eyes of sleep until they settle on me. Slowly, he slips the one item of clothing off his body and his own excitement is being shown off.
The only thing separating me from jumping him is a see through shower door, and I don't think it will be between us for long. Not what I should be focused on before my meeting this morning but it is a lot more enjoyable. Especially with the nerves that have been slowly building up in my stomach since the time I woke up.
Today's outcome has grown in importance to me over the past few weeks. I've found my love for marketing the small country and I think it's actually making a difference. The capital city has had a 15% increase of tourist travel in the past month. That's without the commercials and larger form of advertisements the rest of the marketing team is working on.
Of course we can't be a 100% sure it's a result from my page, but with the data we've collected, it's about a 99% possibility. It seems I've found something I really enjoy and I'm not half bad at it. I just need the rest of these business owners to view things the same way and hopefully agree in assisting me to continue.
In the time that I run through some of the many possible scenarios of how today could go over, I hear the glass door open, then feel a body right behind me. "Can I help," a rough voice asks while arms wrap around me.
Since Matteo so carefully did my hair last night, I have that up and out of the way. Really, I was just about to wash off some of the things that happened after our bath and let the water wake me up. "You do seem to be the reason I need one, so I don't see why not," I tease.
"Really? I seem to remember someone trying to wake me up with their mouth on my d..," he starts.
"Ok. Ok," I cut him off before he can say anymore. I'm still not sure if I find more pleasure or embarrassment in his dirty talk.
When his hands start to take over for mine with the soap, I soak into his hold. Then when my hands give him the same treatment, I don't stop him as he loses control and pushes me against the shower wall. I let him very forcefully get rid of all of those nerves that were piling up in my head.
It works well. Definitely something I would recommend as a natural stress relief.
Afterwards as I begin to get ready, eyes can be felt on me the whole time. Instead of going back in the room while I do my hair and makeup, Matteo takes a seat on the toilet. Not going or anything, just sitting down and watching me.
Those eyes become even more intense as I start to change, but he thankfully keeps his hands to himself. "Shouldn't you be getting ready," I ask him, knowing that we only have a little time before we leave.
"I'm comfortable," he replies, and I kind of think part of him is just staying here to keep me company. He's pretty good at reading people and right now my emotions seem to be screaming "deer in headlights." Or deer before she's about to purposefully walk in front of the headlights.
When I'm finally ready and Matteo get's dressed, he stops me right before we're about to leave. "You're walking with your head down," he says as he tips my chin up and holds it there. Then giving me a very quick kiss on the lips, he reaffirms, "Much better. You've worked on something that you should be proud of. I don't want you acting otherwise."
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Unguarded Hearts
Romance"Sweetheart, would you slow down please," I ask her softly. "No thanks," she replies, not even looking back at me. I walk faster and, with a little less softness, tell her, "We both know what happens when you try to run away. So I would stop trying...
