Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Hot Tub*
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.

Matteo’s hands eventually slid against her skin, up her ribcage, before finding its way home on one of her breasts. His fingers moved expertly, gently kneading her nipple through the thin fabric of the bikini top, eliciting a moan from Amelia as she began to squirm on his lap.

The sudden jolt of pleasure was like a shot of electricity that ran through her. When she tore her lips away from him to sigh instinctively, Matteo quickly recaptured them again.

“You’ll fall if you keep edging back,” he teasingly warned, using his other hand to pull Amelia closer again while the first continued its sinfully pleasurable assault.

But she had to. She needed to. After all, Amelia could already feel the familiar sensation slowly building up in her core just from this little bit alone. She wasn’t doing anything more than kissing, and Matteo’s hands hadn’t even gone anywhere near her bottoms yet, but with how long they had been apart, just the simplest touch was enough to send fireworks off her brain.

‘This isn’t fair at all,’ Amelia thought. Without further ado, she brought herself forward, inching closer up so that her core was pressed snugly against Matteo’s erection, caged right beneath the swim shorts he had worn.

What even was the point of wearing them, Amelia wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, Amelia had no care either. She reached a hand down and pried the waistband down, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric.

Under the bubbles, Amelia couldn’t see it. However, her fingers felt every inch of the length as she traced her hand up and down his member. Matteo grunted in surprise when he felt her touch, and Amelia merely gently nipped at his bottom lip in response.

When she pulled away, Amelia reached down and stood up just a little so that she could pull her panties to one side. She caught the unstoppable grin that curved a corner of Matteo’s lips, and following his line of sight, she realized what had brought such a smile to his lips.

“Maybe I should get Cherry to help pick out your wardrobe more often,” Matteo commented, and Amelia rolled her eyes. Despite that, a small smile had taken over her face as well.

As though it was a thin white shirt, the white fabric had turned a little sheer after it was soaked by the water. Paired with Matteo’s kneading, the two small triangles that made up her top no longer shielded any bit of her body. Her nipples were clearly showing.

Reaching back, Amelia pulled the string that held her bikini top together before flinging it to one side. It landed somewhere on the other side of the tub, accompanied by a splashing sound. There was no point in keeping it on anyway.

“Come here,” Matteo muttered, and Amelia obediently did as told.

This time, the second she was near, he reached down and pulled her bottoms to one side. He lined up his cock with her throbbing entrance, and slowly, Amelia lowered herself down onto him.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Matteo’s length pierced through her all the way to her core, stretching and molding her body to accommodate him inside. As she did, he didn’t stay idle as well. Matteo’s thumb had found her clit, and gently, he rubbed circles against them, causing sparks to fly in Amelia’s head as her vision slowly started to spot.

“Fuck,” he groaned, using his other hand to pull Amelia down so that he could reach even further into her.

Small waves began to grow in the water as Matteo pressed kisses against Amelia’s neck, peppering every spot with a mark of love before making his way down to her collarbones. At the same time, he began to thrust. Amelia worked with him, moving her hips in a circular motion to grind against him as he pistoned into her.

Steam rose from the hot tub, creating a fog around them. Then, Matteo suddenly stopped. He gently pulled himself out before rising to his feet.

“Turn around,” he said just as the bubbles began to turn tame. The jets had timed out.

Still in a daze of bliss, Amelia did as she was told. She stood and turned around on the spot with one knee on the seat before she felt Matteo’s hand pressing flat against her back. Hunched over like this, her gaping entrance was right in his view, and he plunged back into her in one swift movement.

All of a sudden, Amelia’s eyes widened when a sudden force pulsed against her clit. Whatever happened after that flew by in a blur. She groaned and yelped as her pleasure quickly rocketed with the help of the jets. At the same time, Matteo pounded deep into her from the back, holding her by the upper arms while her back arched.

The friction from both ends quickly sent Amelia into a flurry. Her mind went blank as a hiss escaped Matteo’s lips at the same time. He sheathed deeply into her, his thighs slapping hard against her right as she came undone.

She clamped down tightly around his member, and right at the same time, she caught his groans of pleasure echoing. He had reached his climax as well, and for a second, they remained in the same position as the jets slowed down again, finally freeing Amelia from the blissfully torturous stimulation.

It took a while before she regained her bearings, and then she found that Matteo had already lifted her from the tub and had set her down on his lap. They sat on one of the lounge chairs placed right by the tub, Amelia’s chest heaving up and down as she slowly regained control of her body.

“And I suppose that was part of the plan as well?” Amelia asked as Matteo tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Perhaps,” he said with a shrug. “But if you’re still not yet satisfied…”

Amelia yelped in surprise when Matteo carried her off and began to make his way to their shared bedroom, a devilish smile on his lips.

“We could always continue somewhere else.”