Ruthless Monarch

When he opens the door, I think he’s going to leave me on the bed, but instead, he walks us into the bathroom. My gaze finds the shower. The elusive shower that once ran blood clean. Now, today, the marble is pristine.

He’s still holding me in his arms when he turns the water on, and then he sets me down on my feet. I’m a little stunned by everything, but I’m even more stunned when he lifts my shirt above my head, removes my bra, and then bends down in front of me to remove my pants.

It feels like only a moment ago when we did this. The lights are still off in the estate; the candles flickering around us. Someone from his staff must have lit them.

He takes my hand, and with the other, he opens the door to the shower, and he leads me in.

I’ve never showered with a man before.

I find that he’s staring at me with a look of confusion on his face.

“What?” I ask him as he pulls me under the warm water. It cascades down like rainfall.

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.” But my high and nervous pitch gives me away.

“Have you never showered with someone before?”

“No,” I squeak.

A sensual smile spreads across his face. He’s the cat who ate the canary over there.

“What?”

“Wait and see.”

The next thing I know, Matteo is dropping to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

Matteo’s strong hands spread my legs apart, and then he grins up at me like a Cheshire cat.

“I want to taste you, Wifey.”

“I-I…” It’s hard to find words the closer he gets to my bare skin. I’m standing, spread open before him. I’ve never been looked at like this.

Yes. I’ve had sex before Matteo, but this is different.

It’s decadent.

My legs start to shake with anticipation for the promise of what is to come.

With one hand, he steadies my trembling limbs, and with the other, he opens me for his assault.

Then he leans in and swipes his tongue against my needy body.

His mouth latches on to me as if I’m a banquet ready for him to feast on.

Even with his hand trying to keep me steady, my body shakes against him.

“I could do this all day.” His mouth vibrates around me as he speaks. He continues to suck me into his mouth, the pressure building with each pass of his tongue. The feeling is heaven.

I have died and gone to heaven.

My eyes flutter closed. Tingles run down my spine, and I know I’m about to fall over the edge. My muscles tighten and tremble. But just then, as I’m about to come undone, I feel him pull away, leaving me hot and extremely bothered.

“Only with me inside you. Now that I’ve felt you come, nothing else will do.”

He lifts his body to a standing position.

The water is still raining down on us.

He turns me around and then bends me at the hip.

“Hold onto the bench.”

I do as he says and hold on to the marble bench in the shower. His body is pressed behind me, but I’m too short, so I lift onto my tiptoes so he can position himself perfectly between my legs.

I feel the head teasing me.

With a slow and steady thrust of his hips, he’s inside me. Fully seated to the hilt.

He braces me at the hip and tilts my back farther down. At this angle, he can fuck me deeper. And boy does he ever, slamming into me again and entering me fully, reaching deeper than I thought possible.

His strokes grow harder, more desperate, and with each new thrust of his hips, his pace quickens. He’s fucking me at a punishing speed.

Over and over again.

With a long and almost painful shiver, I fall over the edge.

Matteo gives me one, two, three more thrusts, and on the last, he pours himself into me.

“You’re amazing,” he grits out as he pulls himself out of me. Then he helps me to a standing position.

Once I’m standing, he lets go of me. The room is spinning. The blood must have rushed to my head in the position I was in, and I must wobble because he lets his hands hold me up again.

“You okay?” His voice is laced with concern.

“I’m good. The heat must have gotten to me.”

“Here, let me wash you.”

It’s such a sweet gesture. He grabs the shampoo and lathers it in his hand before putting it on my scalp. It feels amazing as he works it into the threads, and when he’s done, he rinses my hair and goes about washing my body. He’s careful with me, not something I would have assumed, but he is. He takes care of me.

Not many people in my life have done that for me. There certainly haven't been any men. I find if I’m not careful, Matteo Amante, my husband, is exactly the kind of man I could fall for.