I couldn’t hold back my groan at the sight of the barely there lace covering her ass cheeks.

She peeked over her shoulder. “You like that, Stefano?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t know what you had on under there,” I replied, palming my growing erection. “Dessert would have been a lot different with me under the table and having you on my tongue instead of eating the cake they brought us.”

She turned, standing before me with a shy smile. She reached behind her, tugging down a zipper, her dress becoming a shimmering pool of forest green at her feet. Lacy lingerie met my eyes, the black a splash of ink against the paleness of her skin.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growled. “Temptation on legs.”

She advanced toward me, tossing her dress to the counter. “How about you get between my legs and show me?”

I pulled her into my arms. “Consider it done.”

Our mouths met in a blistering kiss. Long, wet, hot. Moments passed as we shared oxygen, our breaths mingling, becoming one. My need for her that always seemed to simmer just below the surface of my skin exploded and grew. My already-hard cock became steel, my nerves on fire. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another woman. I knew, without a doubt, she would hold me under her spell the rest of my life.

There was no one else on earth like my Gabriella. My Tesoro.

Our hands fumbled, desperate to remove the last of the clothing that kept us apart. My shirt ended up somewhere on the floor. Together, we tugged and yanked on my belt and zipper, my pants kicked away to join my shirt. I picked her up, sitting down in the water, both of us gasping as the heat surrounded us. Her breasts rubbed on my chest, her nipples hard and perfect on my skin. I gripped her full ass, settling her on my lap. The warmth of the water had nothing on the heat of her center that surrounded my cock. I groaned at the slickness of it that water couldn’t disguise.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warned.

“You can make it up later,” she responded, moving over me, making me hiss.

I gripped her hips and brought her down flush on me, filling her completely. She cried out, grabbing the edge of the tub and flinging back her head. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Yes, Stefano. Like that. Fuck me like that.”

We moved like a wave. Rolling, cresting, never-ending, our bodies in perfect sync. The water splashed, the steam rose around us, and my body was awash with sensation. I loved how her wet body slid along mine. The heat and grip of her around my cock. The way her skin glistened with steam and sweat. The taste of her mouth moving with mine. The way her nipples reddened with my tongue and teeth on them.

The way she looked as she climaxed. Lost in the moment and nothing but ecstasy written on her face. My orgasm hit me as I watched her spiral into hers, and I held her close, chasing the pleasure, riding it out until it peaked and ebbed. Until she collapsed into me and we were both at peace.

The room was steamy and quiet as I lay back in the water, taking her with me. The only sound was our breathing and the occasional ripple of water as the faucet dripped. Lazily, I used my toes to turn on the tap and add some more water to the tub. I ran my fingers up and down her back, my cock still deep inside her.

“Do you plan on moving?” I murmured.

“I seem to be anchored at the moment,” she replied, looking up at me, her eyes dancing.

“Good. Just checking. Round two will happen in due course.”

She pressed a kiss to my neck, her lips lingering, her tongue tracing lazy circles on my skin. My dick didn’t fail to notice and twitched a little, already stirring to life.

“Mmm,” she mumbled. “I like that.”

“Is that a fact?” I chuckled.

“The fact that you find me sexy enough to get hard again so soon after you fucked me? Yeah, it’s sort of an ego boost for me,” she confessed quietly.

I lifted her chin, bending to kiss her soft mouth. “Gabby, I’m hard for you all the time fully clothed. Being naked with you? You’re going to be lucky to get any sleep tonight.”

Her lips curled into a smile.

“Bring it on, Stefano. Bring it on.”

We eventually got out of the tub and moved to the bed. Gabby lay in my embrace, her body pliant and soft in my arms. I’d had her again in the tub and once on the floor of the bathroom. We were both sated and relaxed. Her head fit under my chin perfectly, and she felt right beside me. She sighed, the sound low and sad in the room. I pressed a kiss to her head, wondering what she was thinking.

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