𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 68; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°

Antonio stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, droplets still racing down the ridges of his abdomen.

Steam followed behind like a veil, his hair wet and pushed back, jaw clenched as though the shower had done nothing to cool him.

Nevena sat by the dresser — skincare routine.

Wrapped in her own bathrobe, cheeks flushed from the shower…and from everything that hadn’t been said since the interruption earlier.

The moment their eyes met, the air shifted.

His gaze dragged over her reflection in the mirror slowly — like he was seeing her for the first time, and it made her stomach drop.

Naively, her own gaze faltered, she had never seen him shirtless before — broad chest and packed abs.

Somehow she flicked down without meaning to.

His meaty c*ck dipped conspicuously between his thighs.

Heat rushed up her neck instantly. Despite not being fully erect, it was quite lengthy.

Her imagination spirals on what the length would be when fully erect — definitely sin sculpted into a man.

Antonio saw the way she swallowed, and his pulse kicked at his throat.

He knew exactly what she’d noticed, and he crossed over to the bed slowly, as though afraid that lingering gazes would fulfill whatever spell had wrapped itself around them.

Sitting on the bed, he saw her chest rise a little quicker—and almost immediately she stood and made for the bathroom.

He followed her into the bathroom after some seconds.

Inside she was crouched over the bucket of his wet clothes, giving it a light wash.

Her uncensored cunt stared at him from that position, shaved and dripping.

He didn’t wait any longer, he clicked the door shut and closed the distance in two strides.

Two hands band around her waist and pull her a*s against him.

Her breath left her in a soft gasp as her almost exposed butt collided with his meaty warmth.

She strengthened immediately, because she didn't hear him coming.

Antonio took her jaw gently in one hand, and tilted her face up.

“I know this shouldn’t feel this urgent,” he murmured, voice rough. “But it does. Nina — I'm not done yet”

Before she could respond, his thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, slow and deliberate — teasing her.

Her lips parted instinctively, and a quiet whimper slipped out.

That was all he needed, because he was already stripping the towel from his hips, letting it hit the floor with a heavy drop.

And then she saw him fully. He was…a lot. More than she expected. More than she had ever imagined in her head.

A tremor rippled through her, thighs instinctively pressing together.

Antonio caught it.

His voice dropped, smoky and low.

“Scared?”

It wasn’t a taunt.

She bobbed her head, her pulse thundering.

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

“Don’t worry . I’m going to take my time with you.” he whispered. “Just tell me to stop…whenever it hurts”

She nodded breathlessly, while Antonio's lips twitched into a rough, hungry smile.

“Good girl” he growled softly “Now, where was I?”

She didn’t get a fair chance to answer before he removed her bathrobe in one slow, intentional motion.

Next, his fingers slid into her damp hair, angling her head the way he wanted as their mouths crashed again.

Her soft gasp broke through the kiss, blending with his low exhale as his mouth trailed along her neck, lingering, tasting her skin.

Instinctively his fingers brushed down, grazing the underside of her breast.

Nevena shuddered, clutching his shoulders for balance.

He swallowed hard at the reaction, leaning in, voice dropping like a growl against her ear.

“You like that?”

Her fingers fisted in the back of his damp hair, pulling him down to her breast.

“Here?” Antonio murmured, gently circling his thumb on her nipple.

The sensation shot straight through her, tightening every muscle low in her belly.

“Please” she gasped, begging to be fucked.

“Not now” he murmured, voice thick with restraint and hunger. “Let me take care of you,”

He went back to her, his mouth claiming her mould — slow licks, firm sucks—

His other hand sliding down her hip—slow, learning her curves like a map he intended to memorize.

When they slid lower, he explored into the heat, trembling for him.

Grazing only a single stroke on the folds, drove her higher.

Her legs grew unsteady, her thighs instinctively closing around the wrist that was unravelling her so effortlessly.

Antonio caught her before she fell…gently he teased her open, learning the pace that made her tremble.

Like magic she opened completely with breathless, needy whimpers she couldn’t hide.

Every glide of his finger sent tiny sparks racing through her nerves, gathering in her chest and curling outward to her fingertips.

He slipped in two fingers and her hips moved helplessly into his hand, heat twisting sharp and deep.

Pleasure made her cling to him —nails digging into his skin, voice trembling as the rhythm grew more confident.

Her whimper hit again and Antonio felt brutally hard, every inch straining at the fact that he was the one causing it.

He lifted her effortlessly, settled them more firmly against the wall,

He finally reached below and guided himself to her, she felt the thick, heavy press of him—

“Nevena…” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers, fighting for control.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

She lifted her chin—inviting him in.

Antonio bit back a moan — as he felt her take him in, inch by inch.

And when her body finally welcomed all of him, her head fell back, a sound escaping her that he’d remember for the rest of his life.

He kissed her throat, her jaw, whispering against her skin mid thrust.“I’ve got you… I’ve got you, Nevena…”

He began with a patience she never expected from him—slow, controlled, savoring her reactions, coaxing every sound from her until she tightened beneath him, breath breaking, pleasure cresting through her like a wave she couldn’t outrun.

Her fingers dug into his back, trembling as she spasmed, and he followed soon after, burying his face against her neck with a quiet, shuddering groan.

When it was over, he stayed there—breathing hard, holding her like he wasn’t ready to let go.

And maybe…he wasn’t. Later he washed and wrapped her up with the bathrobe, before carrying her out of the bathroom.

Laying her on the bed beside Junior, he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Get some rest”

She caught his jaw with weak fingers. “Will you be here when I wake up?"

He nodded with a faint smile, and she drifted off — satisfied.

With a deep exhalation he tightened the knot of his towel and walked to the other side — joining them.