Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 711 -

*Caterina*

The anger and frustration that Elio had been feeling all evening simmered just beneath the surface. It made him more passionate, more desperate, as his hands roamed my body and he pressed his tongue between my lips, exploring every inch of my body.

I wasn't sure if we were going to make it back inside at this rate, but I didn't think I would care if we didn't. His almost brutal need for me was all-consuming. It ratcheted up the desire that I always felt when Elio touched me.

He played with the hem of my dress as he kissed me, his fingers pushing it up farther and farther until I was almost exposed, but stopping just before he reached my panties.

I was desperate to climb over the center console and ride him until we both fell apart, but he was in control here and I wanted to see where this would go.

"I don't want to take you in here," he murmured as he pressed kisses down the side of my throat. "Let's go inside. I think you need another bath."

The thought of him giving me a bath sent a tingling rush through me. "Okay," I sighed, leaning my head back so he could have better access to the sensitive skin just under my jaw.

He nipped me before pulling away completely. "Come on, princess. Let's go get you cleaned up."

His voice was practically a growl, and I loved the way it made my stomach feel like it was filled with molten heat.

He walked around and opened my door as I was adjusting my dress so that it covered me again.

"Don't pull that down," he commanded. "I want to watch your ass while you walk inside."

I chuckled and obliged him, helping my dress ride up so that he could see the curve of my ass beneath the skirt. He spanked me once.

"Good girl," he said.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I fucking loved it when he took control like this.

I rushed to get upstairs to our bedroom, Elio following me the whole way. He turned the water on while I stripped bare, then turned to look at me appreciatively.

I shivered under his appraising gaze. I loved how it felt to stand before him, completely bare, while he looked me up and down. He always liked what he saw when it came to me.

I grabbed a hair tie from the counter and quickly knotted my hair up so that it wouldn't get in the way. I knew Elio loved it when I wore my hair up. He swallowed roughly, still gazing at me like I was the most perfect thing he'd ever seen. "You are a fucking goddess," he groaned. "Now let me clean you."

He helped me get into the quickly-filling bathtub. The water was the perfect temperature, and I groaned with pleasure as I sank back into it. My bath earlier had been interrupted with our argument, and I was happy to be getting a second chance.

Once I was in, Elio rolled up his sleeves and kneeled by the side of the tub, picking up the lilac-scented body wash that I kept next to it. He squirted a generous amount of the body wash into his hand, then sat the bottle back down so he could lather his hands together.

Just seeing the soap and knowing that he was about to use it to glide his hands all over my body had me pressing my thighs together in anticipation.

The water had risen almost deep enough to submerge me completely, so I turned off the faucet before leaning back, Elio at my side. He leaned forward and took my hand in his, soaping up each finger and then moving on to my arm. He massaged me as he went, taking his time to rub out every bit of tension that was hiding in my body.

It had been a long day, and his attention made me feel incredibly cherished. He worked his way up to my shoulder, then urged me to move so that he could rub my other hand and arm as well. Once both arms were massaged, he rearranged himself so that he was behind me and moved on to my shoulders, letting his fingers dip down to my breasts but never low enough to touch my nipples. As he rubbed, he went lower and lower, teasing all around my nipples until I was moaning and arching my back so hard that I was practically shoving them into his hands.

He chuckled. "You're so needy for me."

Unable to speak, I simply nodded. I was needy for him. I always needed him, in every sense of the word. His companionship, his advice, his touch, his love I needed all of it.

Finally, he rolled both nipples in his fingers at the same time, forcing a deep moan out of me. The soap on his hands made his fingers slippery and increased the pleasure. I was sure that I could climax just from his touch on my nipples alone, but I didn't want it to be over so soon.

His touch was heavenly, and I was desperate to make it last.

As he toyed with my nipples, he leaned forward and took my earlobe in his teeth, scraping them across my skin and shooting goosebumps all the way down my neck. I arched into his touch, unable to control myself. I was moving purely on instinct. I slipped my hand between my thighs and tried to alleviate some of the desire that was growing there, but my hand was nothing compared to Elio's touch.

After a few more moments, he let go of me entirely and scooted to the other side of the tub. I let out an involuntary whine at the sudden loss of contact and pressed my fingers harder against myself, just trying to give myself anything.

Elio took my foot in his still-soapy hands and rubbed the tension out of it before quickly moving on to the other one. He leaned forward farther and took both calves in his hands, rubbing his way up to my thighs. I scooted down so that he could have better access to me without getting his clothes all wet.

I already felt guilty for soaking his clothes earlier today. His hands on my thighs just made me want more. I circled my clit with my fingers, wishing he would touch me there. Elio glanced down and saw where my hand was, then looked up at me with a devilish grin.

"Are

you touching yourself?" he asked, his voice sly.

"Yes." I sighed, unable to stop even as he watched my hand moving under the water.

"Are you imagining that it's me touching you?"

"Yes!" I panted, moving my other hand up to cup my breast.

Elio let go of my thighs and stood up so that he could get a better view of me. I was sure I was quite a sight to behold as I laid in the bathtub, frantically rubbing my fingers through my folds and kneading at my breast.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," he said appreciatively. "I wanted to do nothing but please you tonight after that shit show of a dinner, but when you act like this, it makes me lose control."

I liked the sound of him losing control. He was always so damn in control, I knew it would be nice to see him lose it for once.

I sped up my movements and tossed my head back, closing my eyes and moaning.

When I opened my eyes again, Elio was rushing to pull off his clothes. His thick cock had already been straining to get free of his pants, and now that he had undressed, it was standing tall.

I smiled at the sight of him, loving the fact that I was able to get him to that point. He was so aroused simply because he'd touched me and watched me touch myself. It was a powerful feeling.

He stepped into the tub, sending a small tidal wave over the side as he sat down facing me, his eyes fixated on where my hand was moving between my thighs. Once he was seated, he reached out and cupped his hands under my ass, using his leverage to pull me closer.

My legs were on either side of his arms, and he had the perfect view of my spread pussy as I continued to work myself with my fingers. Knowing that he was watching me closely only increased my pleasure.

Elio moved one hand out from under me and used his fingers to tease at my entrance. I rocked against his touch, desperate for him to push inside me.

He obliged me quickly, sinking two fingers deep into me. I gasped at the perfect feeling of being filled by my love. He watched my hand and moved his own fingers in and out of me at the same pace. Finally, my release came.

"Oh, Elio," I gasped as I orgasmed on his hand.

He pressed his fingers inside me and didn't pull them out again until I had stopped fluttering against him.

"That was beautiful," he said as he pulled me closer so that I was straddling his lap.

He cupped my cheek with his hand and pulled me in for a deep kiss.

I felt his erection nudge my entrance, and I wanted nothing more than to be filled by him. I leaned up on my knees and used my hand to guide him inside of me, settling quickly on his cock. He hissed as I took his entire length, then gripped my hips and began to set his own pace.

I moved with him, letting my head fall forward to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt like I lost track of where I ended and Elio began. Our bodies were so deeply intertwined in every way, from the way he was nestled inside of me to the way our arms were wrapped tightly around each other.

We rocked together, the movement between us conveying far more emotion than words ever could. My breasts pressed against his chest, and he pressed his mouth against my ear.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered, a mantra that I knew we both needed to hear.

We loved each other. Nothing else mattered. Nothing needed to get between us, not when we had this kind of soul-deep connection.

When he reached his climax, his movements became jerky, but he kept whispering that perfect phrase, over and over again. We sat tangled up in each other's arms until the bathwater chilled to room temperature, neither of us wanting to break the perfect spell that we had found ourselves under.

This was what love meant.