Chapter Forty-One: Nutcase

Warm water seeps down my back.

"Stay upright; I can't leave you in the tub again; you'll drown."

Warm hands caress my body, guiding the warmth of the water around each curve and fold.

"Ah..."

My head is still swirling, perhaps why when the hands brush against my clitoris, I jerk and then lean into it; it feels so good.

"Matteo?"

I call weakly, and his blurry image comes into view.

“You said you wanted a bath, so stay still.”

I smile as his voice confirms that it is indeed Matteo.

"More."

His fingers caress my clitoris, pushing the bud roughly until I stand on my tippy toes. My hands find his shoulders as I rock my hips.

"More..."

I groan when he refuses to penetrate me, but instead, something warm chews lightly on my nipple before tugging and letting the flesh rest.

My moan grows louder; perhaps the swirling of my mind and the steam around us; it could be anything that makes me feel this sensitive; either way, I will fall apart all too soon.

My breath hitches in my throat as white-hot