In the spotlight

21

Sofia Christensen

"Jump." I heard Matteo mumbling between two kisses, so I did what I was told. I gained a little momentum before I sprang away from the floor. I lifted up my legs and hugged his waist with them as he was holding me under my thighs like nothing.

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed in the door with his leg, walking towards the huge bed while we were making out like two lovers who hadn't seen each other for years. I felt my back hit the sheets softly after he put me down, towering over me as we were now laying in bed. I praised my quick mind and the idea of closing the bedroom door.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or the sexual frustration we have pushed behind all this time, but whatever it was, it made me want more. As if he were reading my mind, his lips moved away from mine and started descending slowly, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

He moved to my jaw before going even lower to my neck. The tingling feeling as he moved on left me wanting even more. I was gasping for air, and wetness drenched my panties under the short dress every time I felt his mouth touch my neck and collarbone.

When he was close enough to the hem of my dress, I finally had enough. After arching my back, I reached to my back and tried to undo the zip of my dress. He helped me out a little before we heard the zip going fully down, and my whole body was one move away from becoming free of almost everything that was covering me.

His hands moved up to my chest, playing with the edge of my dress. He knew damn well how badly he was teasing me, and I could tell by the smile that was hiding in the corner of his eyes that he enjoyed it too. Until he peeled the dress from my upper body, sliding it down to my waist.

He stopped for a moment, straightened up above me, and ate me up with his eyes. For a second, I was frightened. What if he doesn't like how I look?

"You are absolutely breathtaking." He leaned closer to my ears, where he whispered this, putting all of my anxiety at ease. His hand slid from my collarbone to my breasts very slowly, and my breath hitched as he softly pinched my right nipple. This reaction drew a pale smile on his face once he moved away, but he didn't lift his head up. Instead, he went straight to where his hand previously was.

I let out a small moan once I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple, switching between both of them equally while trying to free me from the clothing item hugging my waist and still covering me until my thighs.

Once he was able to throw the dress away, he looked over at me with a satisfied look on his face. But I wasn't about to let us continue while he was fully clothed; therefore, I grabbed his shirt and quickly pulled over his head, throwing it away randomly to one corner of the room, not caring the slightest.

I ran my hands down on his chest, along with the middle of his abs, until I reached his belt, but before I could go any longer, he led my hand back to his chest. I knew he had muscles; he is a professional athlete after all, but god damn. I wasn't prepared for this.

"Patience baby." He told me, but quite frankly, he achieved the opposite of what he said. If I were standing at the moment, I would have definitely folded way too fast for this man.

He quickly went back to my breasts, but his hand didn't stop there this time. I felt as it drew lines on my stomach trailing down to my outer thighs. I felt pressure building up in my lower stomach once he touched my inner thighs, running his thumb along.

"Fuck, Matteo," I panted and moaned once he finally touched my throbbing core. He straightened up just enough to make eye contact with me.

"I like it when you're moaning my name." Amusement was dancing in his eyes as he said these words with a cocky smile, before he went on and showered my stomach with kisses. He descended lower and lower before completely leaving the bed and kneeling down between my legs.