London doesn't beat the bad weather allegations in the slightest, even in summer. The rain created a song, whenever it met the windows' glass. Matteo booked a penthouse for us in a skyscraper for July and August.

The first stage contains a vast swimming pool linked with a whirlpool. The second one leads to a little 2-room apartment with a balcony. The penthouse has more windows than actual walls, for example, the "pool room" with two walls each just with panorama windows.

The light source we had were LED lights only, mostly in purple and blue. However wasn't that bad by any means, it matched perfectly with moments like this, at night, when you see London's skyline and thousands of lights.

I sat with Matteo in the whirlpool, waiting for his birthday. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall.
"You'll be in eighteen minutes pretty old."

He laid his arm around me, the other bringing the martini to his lips. The bubbling water gently lapped at his muscular chest. "Yeah, when I was your age, I used to hit up on the prettiest woman I've ever seen, in a club, called 'Indigo'."

I chuckled, sipping on my martini as well, letting my tongue buds taste the bitter combination of vodka, olives, and vermouth.

"Oh, you're trying to tell me that you've never seen a prettier woman than me in your ancient, nearly collapsing to ashes, 25 years?"
His lips curled into a smug smile.
"Exactly, even when you try to tease me."

Matteo added with a smirk: "Not even. I mean especially."

He downed the martini's rest with one sip and leaned over to me, stroking my long wet hair, behind my shoulder to whisper. "You know what makes you even more attractive?"

My problem with alcohol is, that it makes me sassy and too bold, every time, I consume it. That's why a life hack is to drink only around people you know and trust.

His hand dived under the surface, resting on my thigh. "I don't know, you tell me, Mister Díaz?"

He squeezed it a bit and then moved higher to my inner thigh. I gasped subconsciously, placing my hand on his.

"Those soft sounds you make, when I touch you like that. I love it when you're laying beneath me and trying your best to take me."
I smiled, taking another sip and placing the empty martini glass down on the whirlpool's edge.

"And I love it when you realize that it is even harder to handle me." My clitoris throbbed in my turquoise and silver bikini bottom, which matched perfectly with my belly, thigh chain, and mermaid bikini top, set with shells, glitter, and additional pearl chains.

He coaxed: "I can't think straight anymore...", trying to kiss me, but I pressed my finger on his lips. "You need to be more responsible." I realized how I started feeling a bit warmer and relaxed.

He sighed, his cheeks flushed deep red. Another look at the clock. "You're not allowed to kiss me for fifteen minutes, until your birthday."

He whimpered playing with my thigh chain, trying to get his face closer to mine but also stopped every time. "I don't know for how long, I'm able to keep this up..."

Matteo hooked his hand under my leg and pulled me on top of him the other way around. I placed my hands on his shoulders, inspecting his flushed face, while he tried his best not to make his lips do anything silly.

"If you're able to not kiss me, my body is yours for the whole night.", he chuckled, his hands on my hips, pushing me down, to make me feel his boner through the swim shorts.

"I can't handle it, anymore.", he started thrusting his hips up in a way I wouldn't notice. "Please, Lara...Please...Just let me have you."

"You're so old that you start losing your patience?"
"Maybe my age changes, but not the way you still want to get fucked in every single position by me."

I smirked, maintaining eye contact. We stared at each other for minutes, his hands indecisively caressed my hips. I heard a theory, that if you have eye contact with a person for more than 7 seconds it means that they either want to have sex with you or murder you. Guess he wants to do both at the very moment.

Three minutes left and I roamed my hands over his chest, coming closer to his face. "You wanted to play this game, Lara. Don't forget that."

I bit my lip, loving how he was playing along to get what he desired. "Since when are you so submissive?", I took the step, running my tongue over his jawline, sensing how he gritted his teeth.

"I'm always on my knees for you, you know I can go both ways. I'll give you these last minutes and after you're a complete mess."

I began kissing his neck, sucking on his soft skin, getting soaked by his moans. "Fuck, I hate that."
I grinned. "Because it betrays you?"

He copied my grin, not answering. "Speak to me."
"¿Sí, mamí?"

I chuckled, looking at the timer. Softly slapping his face as a joke. He tilted his head to the side, muttering unhearable words in Spanish to himself. 23 seconds, until I'll get torn apart. In a pleasant way.

The seconds began ticking and I felt a bit nervous, shifting on his lap, casting groans out of him.
4...3...2...

Matteo didn't wait for the last second to tick and grabbed me by my throat, french kissing me needily. Our lips collided, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I tried to break away for air, but he immediately pulled me into him again, kissing me like it'd be the last time in his life.

"For how long will you kiss me...", I muttered, longing for oxygen, I couldn't access. "I might as well put that mouth of yours to work for something better."

He slid his hands under my thighs, lifting us from the bank and bubbly water surrounding us. Another long kiss drove me insane. My mind fogged with horny thoughts, distracting me from the narrow staircase he carried me upwards, not letting go of my lips yet.

He pushed the door handle with his elbow down into the tiny apartment. "I won't carry you to the bed, I can't wait for anymore."

He laid my body on the sofa, instructing my head to hang over the armrest with the tip of his finger. "Open your mouth for me, Cariña."

Matteo moved behind me, sliding his drenched swim shorts down, revealing his dick. It was so hard, already leaking pre-cum. I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and found a slit on the couch to dig a hand into for support. He traced his tip teasingly over my lips, encircling them with an arrogant smile.

"Why are you suddenly so needy? Next time more responsible." He mocked, slapping his dick a couple of times against my tongue.

"I hope you can handle it?", he pushed his cock into my mouth, further and further. My jaw began hurting and I could feel him deep in my throat. His hips started jerking forward and backward in slow movements. My hand slipped down to my bikini bottom trying to please myself. He grabbed my hand, wrapping it around his dick.

"I'm feeling a bit egoistic right now, I hope your hand does a great job as well?" I whined, jerking him off while letting my tongue play with his tip.

Matteo threw his head back "Yes, just like that...You're so good.", he pushed himself inside again, starting to fuck my mouth roughly. I gagged and he let his finger slide over the bulge of him in my throat. "Is it that deep in your throat?" He teased, steading himself with the armrests' help.

He withdrew himself letting my tongue play with his tip again.  The longer my head was upside down, the more blood rushed into it. "I'm coming...Don't swallow until I allow you to do." Matteo came in my mouth and the common warmth of his sperm and salty taste came with it.

"Lay in the bed.", he ordered. I walked to the bed, climbed on it, and waited for him in the doggy pose.

Matteo gripped my waist, turning me around. "Who said that I don't want to see your eyes water with every thrust I do?"

I struggled to keep it in my mouth, trying not to swallow. His hand slipped under my bikini bottom, finding my clitoris instantly, and playing with it.

I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his hips. Matteo slid two fingers into my pussy, moving them together with his thumb resting on my clitoris in circular motions. I moaned without opening my mouth at the incredible feeling.

"You're all soaked for me from just sucking it?", he snickered, pumping his fingers inside of me. My hips buckled towards him, longing for more. His other hand reached for my mermaid top unclipping it and pinched my nipple.

"I wanna see you swallow." I swallowed his sperm, finally able to speak and make proper sounds again.

He licked his fingers, which were fingering me, humming. "You taste so good, I could taste you every day, you know?"

"Let me come please...", I felt so desperate, wanting more than just his fingers. He threw my legs over his shoulders, leaning down to me.

"Do I have your consent to absolutely ruin you?"
I kissed him, mumbling: "You do."

His smile turned soft, stroking my cheek. "When it's too much for you, tell me immediately. I couldn't live with the thought of hurting my beautiful girlfriend."

My beautiful girlfriend always made me blush and feel reborn with love on so many levels.

"Do you like it when I'm being rough with you? Or should I be gentle?"
"Fuck me like you hate me."

He raised a brow and without hesitation, he rammed inside of me and I didn't even realize for the whole time how close he was. "OH FUCK!", I cried out, dipping my head into the pillow, I smashed onto my face and gripping after the bedsheets.

He stretched me out with every new inch added. I whined at the unexpected pain and pleasure that came with it. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips and I wrapped my legs around him, using them to make our bodies collide every time.

He hovered over my breasts and decided to lick my nipples, picking up speed. "Matteo, harder!"
Matteo listened, slamming harder into me and I regretted my decision the moment I felt a sharp pain. However, did it turn to pleasure the moment he found my G-spot?

I turned my head to the side, fixating my eyes on the bathroom door, breathing heavily. Matteo groaned, fisting my hair and forcing my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so fucking hard for you.", he continued fucking me desperately. I left hickeys on his neck until he pulled my head away from him, slamming into me. I screamed his name, scratching his back, while he pounded me.

"Lara...", he panted, towering over me.
"Hmh?", I tried to say but moaned it instead, knowing that I was leaving deep and red marks on his back.

"I love you...So fucking much."
I beamed, kissing him.
"I love you too."

He bit on my bottom lip, groaning and whimpering words no one except him could understand. He finished off inside of me and brought me to the edge with the help of his finger. Blackness captured my eyes and I had a rest of about three seconds until he switched us around and made me ride his dick.

His thumb constantly played with my clitoris forcing me to come on his dick uncountable times, while I tried to move my hips, in every possible direction.

I started feeling sore and my legs began to lock in that position, we were in for what felt like an eternity until he switched again, fucking me further while spooning me.

"I can't get enough of you."

The problem with having sex with Matteo is his size, I've never had someone as big as him before and even after the hundreds of times we fucked, it's still a lot of work to take him every single time.

I don't know for how long we did it and I feel sorry for every girl whose man isn't able to make them come five times in under a minute. He added every time a new technique or pace, making the soreness more severe, until a point of time where it just started hurting. I felt like getting torn apart every time he hit it.

The sharp pain rushing through my whole body wouldn't stop and at the same time I loved the pain, I wanted more of it.

He cupped my breasts, pressing me into the mattress to get more power over me. His face was drunken in redness and sweat. With a loud groan, he came for the...5th time...holding me in place, before eating me out. My orgasm happened immediately and I threw my head back, shouting his name and falling into the mattress heavily breathing.

The orgasm brought me severe pain and I laid on my back, realizing that it was way too much and I felt like I was ripped into two pieces. My insides were sore and I could barely move without flinching.

Matteo took place next to me, running his hands through his hair and checking my phone for the time. He laughed, placing it back. "4:26 A.M."

My eyes widened. No wonder I felt like dying after getting fucked for four and a half hours straight.

His fingers played with my clitoris again and I winced in pain, holding his wrist. He frowned, stopping. "Lara?"

"Stop, please.", I begged, shutting my eyes and holding my abdomen. Goosebumps spread over my arms, due to the sudden windblow from the open balcony door. "Did I hurt you?", he grabbed the blanket, pulling it over our naked bodies.

"Yes, I'm dying right now and falling to pieces." An exaggeration but at the same time it's not.

His eyes reflected vulnerability and worry. Matteo pulled me closer to his body, cupping my cheek.
"I'm so so sorry. I should've been more careful."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to be closer, even though our naked bodies were already touching. It wasn't enough, I wanted to melt together with him.

"I wanted it that way, it's my fault." He rubbed my back, whispering sentences like: "I'm always here for you." "How can I make you feel better?" "Do you need something?"

"Just hold me close to you. I need you." I felt vulnerable every time after we had sex and he was the only person ever to make me feel that emotion. "I'm right here, shhh."

He placed his head on top of mine, kissing my forehead. Back then when I needed someone to protect me, it was Gabriel. He always protected me and hurt me at the same time. The same goes for Adrián, we were never together but kinda were at the same too.

"I had my first time with fourteen," I spoke, forgetting that I was having a conversation with myself and not Matteo. I could feel his heartbeat quickening.

"Fourteen? That's a very young age. Do you want to tell me what happened?" I sighed, regretting even thinking about the Adrián-Riviera thing.

"There was a guy I liked when I was fourteen. We weren't even in a relationship, but we shared our first kiss, and yeah...first time..."
Liked is an understatement. I loved Adrián with every single brain cell, the breath I took, and my whole heart. Despite his many flaws.

He wouldn't introduce me to his friends, was part of something dangerous, I'm one hundred percent sure of it, I didn't know his family, he was homeless and mysteriously disappeared one random day without a warning. And I've never seen him ever since.

"Oh, I see...I hope he found the love of his life again and so did you."
I smiled, kissing his chin. "I couldn't be any happier. I just want to see where my life goes. What about you?"

"I found the woman of my dreams. Even though I can't tell her everything about me yet. Even though I'm scared to open up. Even though she's out of my league in every single topic. Even though we are chased by a whole organization."

A tear rolled over my cheek. "Even though you keep so many things from me, I know it's the best for me right now. I'll love you regardless because I know you won't harm me."

He rubbed some of my hairstrains between two fingers, fidgeting with them. "I love you so much, Lara. I'll never leave your side even though the world tries to tear us apart. They can't destroy something that belongs together."

His promises didn't feel empty anymore and were real. He proved me right, about what he's capable of. "I love you too, Mat."

He picked me up, carrying me to the bathroom and we took a bath together, cleaning ourselves from this long night.

"Happy birthday, old man, by the way.", I snickered.
"Thank you, I'm very delighted." He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Are you excited for your presents and birthday texts?"
"From everyone except Leon."

I scooped the bubbly foam in my hand, massaging it into my skin. "Why?"

"He gifted me a dildo two years ago and a package of deodorant the previous one."

I bursted out laughing, letting myself sink further against his chest. His hands wrapped around me from behind with a satisfied hum.

"Is there a story behind the deodorant package?"
"One time we were at my gym at home, you know which one I mean and we worked out together. And he was making fun of me because I was sweating so much and stank pretty much. His formulation: "You smell like Indian street food."Well, my training compared to his was excessive. He joked the whole time that he would buy me a deodorant for my birthday. And we all know Leon, nothing he says jokingly is 100% a joke."

I cracked up. "I'm excited what he'll gift you for this birthday..."