The Woman in the Wrong Place (Grassi Framily)

By the time he rinsed the shampoo, I was seconds away from grinding my ass back into him.

“Conditioner, yes?” he asked.

“Is that really a question? You have long hair,” I said, shaking my head a little. “You know how terrible it is without a conditioner.”

“Fair enough. But I thought I’d ask. You seemed a little… zoned out,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if he actually thought that or if he was teasing me because I was clearly more turned on than I’d been since, well, since that time he was on his knees in front of me.

I made no comment on that. Mostly because I wasn’t sure I could come out with anything that wasn’t demanding he put his hands on me, fingers in me, and all sorts of other things.

So I stayed silent as he massaged the conditioner through my hair before rinsing that as well.

I didn’t think much of it when he swiped my soaking hair to one of my shoulders.

Until I felt his lips press down on the flesh he’d exposed.

But that touch was like a fuse being lit in the fireworks factory that was my body at that moment. Little explosions of need sparked off of every nerve ending making my head fall back onto his shoulder as my breath shuddered out of me.

“Thought so,” Matteo murmured as his scruff scraped across the skin of my shoulder. “We should get on with your shower now, shouldn’t we?” he asked, voice heavy with innuendo.

All I could manage was a small nod as I turned my face into his neck while his free hand moved to the tuck near my breast and flicked it free. The towel slapped down onto the shower floor, soaked and forgotten as Matteo raised the shower wand and sprayed it over the skin he’d just exposed. The heat over my chilled skin made a shudder course through me even as a low mewling noise escaped me.

My back swayed into Matteo’s, letting me feel the way a growling noise rumbled through his chest even as I became acutely aware of his hardness pressing against my ass.

There were all sorts of reasons I needed to put it all to a stop right that moment.

Yet not one sound of objection escaped me as Matteo wet my body before reaching to squeeze body wash onto the luffa Sofia had brought me. I watched as he sudsed it up in his hand before I let my eyes close so I could just enjoy the moment, get lost in the sensation as he moved the luffa over my hips, my stomach, then up over my breasts, working in unhurried circles.

At some point, he must have put the luffa away. I was too lost in the moment to notice. But then the warm water was rinsing the suds down my body, a sensation I was familiar with, but one that had never felt as erotic as it did right then.

Matteo dropped all pretenses then, his bare hand sliding up my belly, teasing across the underside of my breast for a moment before covering it with his palm, squeezing hard for a second before his thumb and forefinger found my nipple, and started rolling it until I was arching and whimpering for more.

He moved across my chest, continuing the torment until my ass was grinding against his hard cock with small, impatient movements.

On a deep, sexy, rumbling sound, his hand moved between my breasts, then blazed a path downward. Over my belly. My hip.

Then right between my thighs.

The touch damn near felt electric, I was so turned on. My whole body jolted hard as his finger traced between my lips to find the bud of my swollen clit.

I was so far gone that my thighs trembled at the contact, something that made a hissing sound escape Matteo even as his thumb moved to my clit and two of his fingers pressed inside me without even a slight hesitation.

There was no reason to hesitate.

I was wet and aching for the contact.

A groan escaped Matteo as my fingers tightened around him.

Good.

But not quite good enough.

Not quite full enough.

I needed him inside me.

And no amount of squeezing my thighs tighter together was going to make his fingers feel like enough.

“Matteo, please,” I whimpered, rocking my hips, making my ass grind against him.

“We can’t,” he told me, voice soft and rough somehow at the same time. “It would hurt,” he added as his other hand dropped the wand and tickled over my hurt ribs. Which, admittedly, didn’t really hurt at that moment. My system was too overrun with good sensations. It was drowning out any pain left behind after the pain meds.

“Nothing hurts,” I told him as my walls tightened around him again, demanding more movement. “Matteo, please,” I begged, shamelessly rubbing against his cock that needed release just as much as I did.