ISABELLE
Matt carried me to the bathroom—a stunning space with a massive glass-enclosed shower and a marble countertop that looked out over the ocean.
He set me on the counter, and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Insatiable,” he teased, but his hands were already on me again.
He kissed me deeply, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my n*****s until I was gasping into his mouth. “Matt*”
“Just a little more,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down my neck. “Can’t help myself.”
His lips closed around one n****e, sucking gently, and I arched into him with a moan.
We stayed like that for several minutes-him worshipping my body, me clinging to him, both of us completely lost in each other.
Finally, he pulled back, his eyes dark.
“Shower
