The Sweetest Temptation

When he had zipped down her dress completely, his hands began to trail on her back, drawing a slow path downward. When he had gotten to the small of her back, she began to fidget once again. "What’s the matter?" Matteo asked in a husky tone, his need already pent up and needing to be unleashed.

"Matteo, um," She began, but was not able to find her words.

"What are you hiding?" He asked, sinking his hands into her dress and clasping her bare bum. His breath hitched in his throat as it suddenly dawned on him. A wicked grin formed on his lips as he closed his palms on each mound and pulled them apart slightly. Stella moaned and let herself lean into him, her breathing becoming ragged and withheld.

"I see, you went for the party hoping to get fucked, by who?" He asked, tugging the gown downward until it formed a yielding mass on the ground. He released her and took a few steps backward, taking in her completely nude form. Her hand tied behind her back was a most alluring sight that caused his cock to become rock hard. He closed his palm over the bulge on his trouser and squeezed tightly.

"Come to me," He commanded, his voice resonating deep within her core. With trembling legs, she shed her dress, standing before him in complete nudity. Each step she took brought her closer to him, her body yearning for his wicked touches.

"Matteo," She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Yes, love, tell me," He replied, his hand finding its place on her hips, exerting a gentle pressure as he kneaded the soft flesh.

"Please –" her voice trailed off.