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And the sex shop. What if he’s expecting me to produce a treasure trove of sex toys or an elaborate range of cock rings?

Wait, did he even mention sex? What if when he says ‘Jacuzzi’ he actually means Jacuzzi? For a moment, I have no idea what to do. Then Matteo comes sauntering into the bedroom fully dressed, still looking as immaculate as when the evening began.

Shitting hell!

Before he can say anything, I babble at him. ‘You don’t have to have sex with me,’ I say while struggling back into my bodysuit like a strange reverse striptease. The fabric is thwacking and squelching like I’m wrestling to fit inside a giant condom.

Matteo regards me with wide eyes. ‘Okay.’

‘But if you do…’ I pause, my leg completely stuck. ‘I don’t know any tricks!’

‘Tricks?’ he says, rattled. ‘What do you mean tricks?’

Maybe I’m making this sound more like something from Cirque du Soleil than it needs to be. It’s mortifying, and yet that last glass of wine is making it impossible for me not to carry on in this off-putting manner.

‘I mean, I have no idea what or even where my own G-spot is, never mind yours. I’ve no idea what the G stands for either. And God knows, I’m certainly no sexual triathlete,’ I say, flapping myarms about, unable to make eye contact with him. ‘I’ve no idea how to do the Butter Churner or… or the Rocking Horse… or the Pretzel.’

I should stop talking. I took off there, panic sex-shaming myself, without a place to land.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about,’ he says gently. ‘We’re not under any pressure to do anything.’

He’s extremely thoughtful.

The thing is, sex with me is hardly going to be like wandering through a palace of ceaseless wonder, but I really hope we will dosomething. ‘I just mean that I’m not massively experienced.’

‘Would it help if I admitted to not knowing what the Pretzel is either? It sounds kind of scary, doesn’t it? I mean, what do you do if you’re gluten intolerant?’

A soft chuckle escapes my lips. I’m so relieved.

He gives me a shy look. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he says, cupping my face. He looks like he’s stifling a giggle. ‘All that glitter in your lashes and your teeth. It really sets off your eyes.’

That does it. He’s funny and thoughtful, especially at times of high stress.

I wink slowly at him. ‘Wait until you see how much ticker tape I have stuck to my back.’ This causes him to grin widely as I reach out to trail my fingers lightly down his chest. It’s so firm it’s like he’s wearing a breastplate. ‘I dread to think how much is under here.’ I lift up his top and slide it off him. Jesus Christ, he’s magnificent. He is very much allowing me to take the lead, and with each touch he looks nervous, which melts me inside. I fumble quickly with the button on his shorts before either of us can back out with nerves.

‘You sure about this?’ he asks huskily.

‘Absolutely.’ I can barely speak, and my breathing is coming in bursts. ‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’

‘Well then, the Jacuzzi can wait.’ Any doubts I had about me not having an ounce of sex appeal immediately evaporate as he pulls me to him and kisses the life out of me. The traitorous catsuit obeys his every command as he pulls it easily from my burning skin.

Now, we are standing in just our underwear. His gaze never leaves mine as he steps out of his boxer shorts and takes the final step. We are but an inch away from one another. I can barely breathe at this point. He reaches round to unclip my bra, while expertly dropping kisses along my shoulder before sliding the bra straps from my arms. He is such a gentleman that he doesn’t even remark on the amount of glitter pouring out of it as it hits the floor. He pulls me gently to him, expertly kissing my neck to send pangs of lust shooting through my body.

He seems the type who takes his time to do things thoroughly. I slide my hands up and down his body, pulling him in even closer. I am having a huge effect on him.

I am going to pass out with the anticipation and thrill of it all. Then, as he leans in to kiss me again, I feel his hands trail leisurely down my back and over my bottom. I nearly die of longing as he slowly peels down my knickers. Each inch of their journey to the floor is a delicious agony. I step out of them and kick them aside. Matteo sinks to his knees and hooks my right leg over his shoulder. I hold on to the back of his head for balance as he pulls my pelvis to his mouth. Thank goodness I have a strong core. I arch into him as his tongue delivers an exquisite tickle right to my sweet spot. The feel of his stubble against my thighs, his soft hair in my hands, the sound of his desirous groans as he grasps my bottom tightly is making me tremble from head to toe. When he applies more pressure, it literally takes all of a few seconds for a pulsating heat to radiate throughout my body, building and building until I am utterly consumed, shuddering with ecstasy against him, his tonguean instrument of delicious torture until the very last wave of pleasure rolls over me.

He is quick to scoop me up before my legs give way and carries me to the big four-poster dream bed. It is built for lovers. Built for making love. I sink into the feathery soft duvet and feel his weight on top of me. His knee nudges my legs apart as he nestles between them. I am in a complete daze. The aftermath of such a forceful orgasm must do that. I have not one single thought in my head. I am a contented sigh in human form.

Matteo smiles at me, a soft look on his face before our lips slide gently together. It feels other-worldly and magical, like a perfect symphony. My heart is drumming to the beat of his. His kisses are like musical notes tinkling in my brain, his fingers playing me like a fragile instrument. There’s a wild sweetness to our passion. This is new and exciting, and I am desperate to explore every single part of him. The feel of his hot skin on mine is making every nerve in my body scream out for him. He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before venturing tantalisingly slowly down to cover my nipples, one at a time. I gasp as he takes each peak in his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. It sends a spark shooting to my groin. I need him. I crave him. I undulate into him, our bodies entwined, my fingers stroking every inch of him. I feel him shiver under my touch. He feels as ready as I do. A rough moaning sound escapes from his throat as he presses his erection against me. His breathing is ragged as his hungry lips find mine.

‘I want you,’ I whisper, meeting his darkly desirous gaze.

24

As the sun rises, we are still craving each other. We’ve hardly said a word since our naked Jacuzzi because we’ve been locked in a frenzy of desire for each other. Every time we’d try to fall asleep, one of us would get a lustful urge to go again. I’ve come over all insatiable for this man. He only has to touch me and I get stirrings to make love to him. Our lips are swollen from all the kissing, and I feel swollen down below, and I bet he’s sore, but we don’t seem to care. I feel drunk with desire for him and I’m pretty sure he feels the same. He’s made it abundantly clear several times. I don’t even want to sleep because Ineverwant this dream to end.

When it gets towards midday, Matteo says, ‘I better go or I’ll never be able to function later. I’ll be walking with a limp as it is.’

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