Matteo

no matter where you go, I'll find you

How he had anticipated the touch of her fingers to his lips and the taste of that cool, sweet cream he knew so well. Yet, ah, how devilish she was content to be! Harley, in that final moment, allowed her fingers to slip past his lips and so instead brush agianst his face and neck. The sudden cold touch of that cream was unanticipated. Matteo, for a singular moment, allowed that very look of surprise to linger upon his features before the striking young woman so declared her own veritable victory of sorts in having caught him off guard. Matteo, for now, willing to admit that she had, this time, so managed to slip beneath his veritable radar with her ploy. How quick Harley was to seize his words and challenge his apparent defeat as his silver gaze rolled gently, that playful chuckle hummed from within the depths of his throat as his head simply shook. That ever-present grin so managing to find its way to his lips even despite the cream that marked his face and neck.

"Ah, Mon Cherie, I admitted only that you had me for but a moment- not that I was defeated."

The simper upon his lips widened but slightly once more. The Frenchman was nothing if not near eternally inclined to tease. His very species, after all, was so famed for that very playfulness! Or at least, they had once been, before the Fae of the world had all but dwindled in number. Those who were left, he was certain, were far too serious. As if they hardly knew what it meant to be Fae. His own lips parted once more, those further words dancing upon the very tip of his tongue before Harley's lips so suddenly met his own. How quickly that sentence was all but forgotten at the taste of her lips. Matteo quick to return that very kiss and explore those sensations they offered. She was a decidedly...irresistible create and yet for how long he'd tried! His lips parted just so, that kiss deepening all the more as she pressed him backward and onto the very bench she had led him too. That new position allowed her to ease into his lap as his hand moved near instantly to settle at her side, to draw her closer. His body near...craved that feel of her, that warmth she offered. Harley's lips pulled gently from his own only to find that very cream she had all but painted him within earlier. Her lips and tongue near tattooed his very skin in that feeling of pleasure as they brushed as his cheek, his neck, drawing lower. He could hardly help that soft sound that left his throat in response to those sensations she allbut assaulted him with. The ever sensitive skin of his neck was so eternally a...weakness. One he could hardly deny he enjoyed her attention upon. Those sounds of want so at last beginning to find themselves tugged to the surface of his so often unbreakable composure. How very unfortunate she had run out of cream. Yet...how fortunate a position they had found themselves within. One Matteo was but hardly inclined to waste when it had been presented so favourably for them both.

Harley's near teasing query on whether or not he had taken his fill of dessert was met with that soft assurance that he had not. Matteo so allowed that momentary simper to find his features again before his lips found her own once more. How eager he was to taste them again and yet- such a kiss was so hardly designed for that alone. That very gesture so smoothly complimented by his fingers at the hem of her shirt. How easy it was to allow his hand to slip beneath that fabric to explore the warm, smooth skin beneath, to trace the lines of her body, to learn its patterns and its feel. Ah, but how it nearly pained him to consider those lovers she had taken before, how they had surely failed to take her as they should. To learn to appreciate a figure so very glorious and so exquisitely responsive to his each and every touch. His lips pulled gently from her own only to press to her jaw before brushing downward and agianst her own neck. Matteo wholly content to expose those very sensitivities and just where she responded best. Harley's held tilted near obediently to the side, affording him all the more access to her sensitive, delicate flesh as he so patterned it with his own sweet kisses. That near sudden hitch of her breath so prompted a simper to his own lips once more. That very smile pressed agianst her warm flesh. Ah, this place, it seemed, was one she so distinctly enjoyed. Matteo was nothing if not determined to find each of those places of weakness upon her- to have her desire his touch, to want it, to need it. How such a woman as this had surely been...wasted by other men whom had not taken the time to appreciate her each and every glory.

Her body arched beneath his touch as his fingers swept higher- only to meet the fabric of her bra.How very....in his way it was. Matteo pulled but gently back from her figure as if to examine that very situation, those french lyrics falling from his lips but a moment later only to coax a puzzled look from Harley in turn. The woman so querying whether or not it was cakes he spoke off. A ready, warm chuckle so easily hummed within his chest. The Frenchman's head merely shook once more before he allowed one hand to lift but slightly. That vaguest wave of his wrist so suddenly prompting that very bra to appear within his hand and free of her figure. Matteo, this time, content to raise but a single silver eye in clear amusement.

"Non, we were going on about your undergarments so being within my way."

That look of shock upon Harley's features only further coaxed that near boyish simper upon his own as Harley saw fit to all but check that her bra truly had been removed so entirely. The young woman affording him several points for showmanship and ingenuity as Matteo so moved to examine that very garment. Hmmm. How he had so hardly anticipated that colour. That very musing was offered out loud as Harley all but scoffed, tossing that bra away as he chuckle once more. Whatever further words she was content to offer so stolen from her once more as he moved to lean forward to find her lips again. That very taste one he was assured he could not get enough off. How easy it was to take her lower lip between his own, to allow his teeth to brush gently over that soft pillow as his hand so moved to continue its own expiration upward. With that bra so removed the sweet swell of her breast was so readily available as his hand moved to gently cup that weight. Harley's own hands slid upward, her fingers entangling within the locks of his hair. That very act so managing to coax a soft sound of appreciation from within the depths of his throat as his thumb swept across the sensitive peak of her breast- only to prompt it to harden near obediently beneath his touch. That very gesture so earned him a soft moan agianst his own lips. One that so began to prompt a near uncomfortable ache at his own groin. How readily her own body seemed to sense it! Harley's hips shifting in near the same moment as he drew her closer again.Yet....how assured he was that she was not used to....sex the way it could be. Gentle, patient, pleasurable in every facet. An exploration of every sense before that final, glorious release when her body was near exhausted from the sensations given to it. How determined he was to appreciate her as she deserved. Even if his own body was all but loath to move at that slower pace. Surely he had not lived two thousand years to lack control.

How reluctant he was to pull back and yet how he near forced himself too all at once. His hand content to remain agianst the warm flesh of her breast as he commented near teasingly upon how very nice her....eyes were. How well he remembered that night so long ago. That tease near instantly recognised by Harley in turn. Harley leaned smoothly in once more, her hand tugging at his hair, the very gesture exposing his own neck to her lips as she moved to press them to his skin once more. Matteo unable to prevent that sharp exhale of air at that touch, his breath hitching as her lips found that place he adored most. Hmmm. How quickly she seemed to learn! How dangerous this game was so set to become. Her lips continued that trail downward, her words uttered softly, sweetly agianst his skin.

"Oui, if the world was as it seemed, Mon Cherie, it would be a terribly boring...place."

The press of her lips to his collarbone saw his own final word hitch once more and yet that simper at her own devilish manner so readily remained. Harley's fingers caught at the hem of his own shirt, her intention clear. Matteo reluctantly slid his own hands from her figure only to lift them upward and allow her to pull his shirt from his figure. Harley so claimed an eye for an eye as her finger pressed to his chest. Her near teasing words prompted a roll of his own silver gaze. How far less....impressive a man's chest surely was compared to a womans to view and yet Harley seemed wholly content to explore it. Matteo,for the first time, so simply allowing her hands to run over his toned physique. For her fingers to explore the hard plain of each muscle before they dropped lower still to trace the hem of his jeans. Ah- but how surely he would like her hands there. How near eagerly he anticipated it. Harley so insisted she desired....cake. That very word so having taken on far more meaning and yet how their current positioning was so very incompatible with...cake. Harley slid smoothly from his lap then before reaching for her own shirt only to pull it from her figure and cast it aside. Leaving her body naked and exposed from the waist up. Matteo, for a single moment, so merely content to admire the sight of her. That warm breeze caught the dark locks of her hair as it fell around her, her femanine figure so silhouetted agianst the moon light was nothing if not...divine and wholly exquisite in its femanine perfection. God how he....wanted her.

"Eyes are indeed for gazing."

Those very words were uttered near...reverently. Matteo was content to merely eye that sight before him a moment longer before he slipped from that bench in turn. His bare feet padded softly across that space. The warmth of the night air was nothing if not pleasing agianst his own bare chest as his hand reached for her own. His fingers all but gently enclosed her own, the young woman spun gently, effortlessly, in the final steps to a dance long since forgotten to time, her back pressed to his chest. That feeling of skin on skin so gloriously enticing.They had been in this position once before. How well he remembered it and yet....how far more pleasing it was without that clothing to hamper that feel. His head rested near teasingly upon her bare shoulder as his hand gently released Harley's own only to settle at her hip. Holding her gently agianst him. His free hand toyed lightly at the hem of her jeans before sweeping upwards. Her skin was flawless beneath his fingertips. Her flesh nothing short of gloriously warm and arousingly sensitive beneath his touch. How enjoyable it was to explore those curves, the very shape of her, before his hand moved to cup her other breast. This one equally as sensitive beneath his touch. How little he cared to hurry. The Frenchman content to explore her figure beneath his practised touch. Something so very lovely would only be spoiled by rushing after all. Matteo exhaled softly then. The warmth of his breath brushed across her shoulder before his head tilted downward just so- his lips pressing to her shoulder then.

"I find there is still something I must know, Mon Cherie."

His hand released her breast, those words uttered softly agianst her skin as his hand continued to sweep back down her figure again until one hand rested upon each of her hips.

"Would you like your...cake here in the living room- or my bedroom?"

How many possibilities either of those rooms presented! Matteo's lips lifted from her shoulder only to press just below her right ear. Those words a mere whisper agianst her skin as his hands dared to delve beneath the waistband of her jeans. His thumb flicked easily at the button, that zipper similarly slid down if only to allow his hands all the more access. His fingers brushing over her hips, slipping lower to cup at her butt before sliding forward towards that far more intimate place. Matteo content to allow his fingers to brush so tormentingly close- if only to steal that gasp from her lips before he paused. His accented words soft then.

"Hmmm. Tell me, has anyone ever truly taken this slowly with you before?"