"Mat – Matteo, ah wait," She cried out, struggling against his firm grip on her wrists, while his fingers continued their relentless motion within her.
"Cum for me, darling," He whispered as the tip of his fingers curled inside her wet depths, grazing over her sweet spot. She cried out, her pleasure shredding through her being as she met her release, her walls clenching his digits fervently.
"Oh fuck, Stella, look at what you've done," He whispered, his hand flexing over the bulge in his pants. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead before releasing his grip on her wrists. Sliding his arms beneath her, he lifted her out of the bathtub.
"What are you doing? You'll get yourself wet," She murmured, her voice trembling with weakness.
"I'm taking you to bed. You need rest." He replied softly.
"Rest?" she questioned, her mind still foggy from their escapade of moments ago.
