Amelia gasped against Matteo's lips as he expertly moved, deepening their kiss like a touch-starved beast. Sighs of pleasure quickly escaped Amelia as Matteo's hands slowly ventured away from her waist to other parts of her body.
The night was cool, and in contrast, the hot water that sloshed against her skin due to the bubbles created by the jet and their combined movements was a pleasant heat. Paired with Matteo's kisses, Amelia's body was practically set on fire in the most wondrous way possible.
He tasted like champagne, Amelia noted, and the smell that was uniquely Matteo's still clung stubbornly on him despite soaking in the tub for a good moment before Amelia had joined in. Every breath she breathed in and every taste of his lips was like a taste of heaven.
