She felt the scent of Matthew lingering on her skin, leaning slightly as her fingers traced the knife wounds, two lines close together.
Cursing inwardly, she was caught off guard when the door swung open. She straightened up quickly, trying to cover her breast.
-"Don't you know you're supposed to knock before walking in?"
Matthew stared at her intently.
+"No… I didn't know."
Flustered, she didn't know what to do. Matthew stepped closer from behind, trapping her against a large white table she couldn't move past. He placed his hands on either side of her body, sliding them slowly down to her curved hips, watching her reactions closely.
He loved how quickly she responded, her lips turning red, her eyes glazing over with desire as if they were begging.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
+"Did you use my body wash?"
His voice had grown deeper.
-"Y… yes… uh…"
She could barely breathe.
+"Hmm… it smells different on you. Why's that?"
-"I… uh…"
Matthew nipped at the skin of her neck, leaving a love bite, then moved lower and bit again. His d*ck was hard. He was losing control, bit by bit.
He loosened the towel's knot slightly, and her full, shapely breasts spilled out.
He squeezed her nipples between his fingers, drawing a moan from her. He was sure if he let go, she'd collapse at his feet. Diana leaned her head against Matthew's shoulder, moaning softly.
-"Please… oh… please…"
+"Hmm? What?"
Matthew whispered near her ear. He fully untied the towel now, her vag*na was wet
He placed his hand there it was hotter, wetter. She was ready.
He slid his middle finger inside, and her loud gasp echoed in his ear. Raising his left hand, he cupped her chin.
+"Look at yourself! see how you've melted, how aroused you are, little one."