•ℜ𝔲𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢•
"Love starts with a spark and turns into a bonfire. But the way I experienced love with him, had the same definition but a different outcome. Is love supposed to harm your...
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London doesn't beat the bad weather allegations in the slightest, even in summer. The rain created a song, whenever it met the windows' glass. Matteo booked a penthouse for us in a skyscraper for July and August.
The first stage contains a vast swimming pool linked with a whirlpool. The second one leads to a little 2-room apartment with a balcony. The penthouse has more windows than actual walls, for example, the "pool room" with two walls each just with panorama windows.
The light source we had were LED lights only, mostly in purple and blue. However wasn't that bad by any means, it matched perfectly with moments like this, at night, when you see London's skyline and thousands of lights.
I sat with Matteo in the whirlpool, waiting for his birthday. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall. "You'll be in eighteen minutes pretty old."
He laid his arm around me, the other bringing the martini to his lips. The bubbling water gently lapped at his muscular chest. "Yeah, when I was your age, I used to hit up on the prettiest woman I've ever seen, in a club, called 'Indigo'."
I chuckled, sipping on my martini as well, letting my tongue buds taste the bitter combination of vodka, olives, and vermouth.
"Oh, you're trying to tell me that you've never seen a prettier woman than me in your ancient, nearly collapsing to ashes, 25 years?" His lips curled into a smug smile. "Exactly, even when you try to tease me."
Matteo added with a smirk: "Not even. I mean especially."
He downed the martini's rest with one sip and leaned over to me, stroking my long wet hair, behind my shoulder to whisper. "You know what makes you even more attractive?"
My problem with alcohol is, that it makes me sassy and too bold, every time, I consume it. That's why a life hack is to drink only around people you know and trust.
His hand dived under the surface, resting on my thigh. "I don't know, you tell me, Mister Díaz?"
He squeezed it a bit and then moved higher to my inner thigh. I gasped subconsciously, placing my hand on his.
"Those soft sounds you make, when I touch you like that. I love it when you're laying beneath me and trying your best to take me." I smiled, taking another sip and placing the empty martini glass down on the whirlpool's edge.
"And I love it when you realize that it is even harder to handle me." My clitoris throbbed in my turquoise and silver bikini bottom, which matched perfectly with my belly, thigh chain, and mermaid bikini top, set with shells, glitter, and additional pearl chains.
He coaxed: "I can't think straight anymore...", trying to kiss me, but I pressed my finger on his lips. "You need to be more responsible." I realized how I started feeling a bit warmer and relaxed.
He sighed, his cheeks flushed deep red. Another look at the clock. "You're not allowed to kiss me for fifteen minutes, until your birthday."
He whimpered playing with my thigh chain, trying to get his face closer to mine but also stopped every time. "I don't know for how long, I'm able to keep this up..."
