I have bad news for my new American friends. My agent no longer thinks it was wise to have relocated to America when only photoshoots and New York fashion week are there. It seems I’ll be living in London for a time- and even still I wont see the place until my schedule clears up (which wont happen until September)
It has been a pleasure and I truly feel honored in getting to know some of you. Some in a very personal way that I’ve grown attached to your company, an amazing feat. Perhaps, you’ll come visit me some time if you’re ever in London or perhaps we’ll never cross paths again but either way I thank you for letting this Italian into your lives, even if it was just for a short time.
Ciao,
Matteo
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Getting Accustomed || Matteo & Naomi
Naomi watched him carefully as he stood above her, admiring his statuesque build. To be honest, having to lay there and just watch him hover over her wasn’t the least bit of fun, especially when all she wanted to do was grab him and pull him down so she could kiss him. But she didn’t. She stayed put just as she was sure he would’ve ordered her to do had she gone in for a kiss. Instead, he ducked down and his hands began to travel up her legs, the mere touch giving her goosebumps. Once the tip of his tongue began to travel up her leg, her back arched slightly and she whimpered, near whining when he stopped at her panty line. She obliged easily, pulling the dress above her head and leaving it on the floor where she was sure other clothes would keep it company soon enough. Her hands found their way in his hair, fingers lacing into his long brown hair, hoping that if he continued this would be some kind of way to control herself.
Matteo loved the way Naomi whimpered and her small hands tugged and ran through his lush hair. With the dress gone he could properly admire her ivory form. His eyes drank her in first, every perfect and soft curve of her body. Then his hands slid up to enjoy the curves in a way his eyes couldn’t. With a well trained ease one hand slid up her back and unclasped her bra, the other tugged at the front center of it and helped it slip off. His tongue trailed across his full lips slowly wanting her smooth skin in the final way, the way eyes and hands couldn’t. Biting the top of her panties he abandoned the warm place between her legs, fully intended to move back, but for now he kissed her skin. The slope of her hip received a small peck. Her side was given more attention, an open mouthed kiss and a slight taste from the tip of his tongue. As he moved closer to her breasts his hands teased them. His thumb caressed the very top of her rib cage as His tongue now made a small damp trail up her until it met the tip of her nipple. Greeting it with a flick of his tongue a wicked smile spread across his face. Matteo allowed himself one short quiet laugh before his lips closed around her nipple. Slowly moving his tongue across the sensitive surface he began to tease the little bud until it raised, hard, and wanting. Replacing his mouth with his fingers he moved to her other breast, repeating the action; moving his tongue in small circles around it, holding it gently between his teeth while his eyes moved to hers. He watched her watch him and he pressed his cock against her. The thin material of his boxers and her panties still left him wanting to rush into sex, like a schoolboy who was told about all the things his new toy could do before he opened it. Moving his hips in small circles against her he pressed forward, lowering his bare chest against hers. He could feel her breath on his lips and his long fingers traced his jaw as he looked into her eye one last time before kissing her. The kind of long wet kiss that required your entire body. Pulling himself away for air his hands which had been clutching every bit of soft flesh they could touch now ran over her underwear, coming up wet. He ran his tongue up one of his finger, tasting her on his skin. Tugging at the small fabric, eager see Naomi completely bare, he tossed it to the floor. Biting his lip, he adjusted his stiff cock in his boxer briefs. “You’re very sexy.” He smiled and massaged her thigh and then moved his hand up and inward, teasing the wet sensitive folds of skin that were covered only moments ago. Matteo waited to see if she’d say what she wanted- some women wouldn’t even bother with a guy going down on them when they were as wet as she was but part of him wanted to feet the hunger to make her come just with his tongue and fingers, to feel her buck her hips and squirm as his face was buried between her legs tasting her. So he waited and kept teasing her.
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Bella Notte | Matteo & Aly
Aly was focused intently on the issue of People magazine in her hands, paying close attention to every detail of each page. The way things were written, the placement of pictures and quotes throughout the article, the writing styles of specific authors, all of it. It was what she wanted to do, and technically what she was getting a tiny bit of a start on with her internship at Teen Vogue, even though she mostly just sat in the corner taking notes during layout meetings. She was more of who got the coffee, sorted the mail, and was rarely invited to photo shoots or interviews, usually just to be there in case anyone on set needed anything. She was so avidly involved in the magazine that the knock at her dorm room door actually startled her slightly, enough to make her flinch a little where she sat with her legs crossed at the foot of her bed. Aly dog-eared the page she was on and set the magazine back on her desk, then smoothed her hands over the front of her sweater. She took another moment to run her hands lightly over her hair to make sure it wasn’t sticking up ridiculously or anything. Finally she opened the door and gave him a warm smile. She opened her mouth to reply that she had no idea what he had just said -she didn’t speak Italian after all- but then he was lifting her hand and kissing it, and she felt a blush warm her cheeks. “I- have no idea what that means.. but thank you, I think.” She pulled her door closed behind her as he pulled her hand and started down the hall again. Her eyes darted around, noticing the other girls that happened to be out in the hallway watching in a combination of admiration and curiosity, a couple looks even envious, as the two walked by. As they got outside, Aly took a deep breath of the cool evening air and smiled faintly. “I feel like everyone is going to be jealous of me tonight.” she admitted with a light laugh, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear as she looked at him sideways.
It was Matteo’s job to be confident, but he wasn’t insensitive and the little looks at them made him turn his massive smile completely on the person who’d caused it, Aly, so he didn’t look like a pretentious cocky bastard but also to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. People were always looking at him. He was over 6 feet tall and lean, always well dressed. It was his job to pull attention to himself but as the left the building he was glad to be out of the dorms where it was so easy for people to have nothing else to do but stare.
Aly’s small glance up at him, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, he adored it all. Arching his neck down he kissed the top of her head and squeezed her hand before lacing his fingers through hers. “Yet somehow I still feel like I’m not the reason why they’re jealous.” It was the truth, at least in his mind it was. He loved the brightness in her eyes, her passion for her job and though they were only just meeting he thought highly of her. “I know it’s your only day off for a while and we said just a walk and we’d enjoy just being out but may I get you an ice cream?” Smiling as he pointed ahead at at little cart he ran his thumb down her hand slowly before gently pulling her in the direction of it anyways.
Once they reached the cart he pointed to himself, the large cone, and then the chocolate. There were just some words his accent and the way he moved his mouth would probably always stop him from being able to articulate them like an American would. Pulling his wallet out of the inner pocket of his leather jacket he waited for Aly to make her order, trying to read the English words and guess what she’d choose. He hated reading English, sounding out the words in his head mentally translating it into Italian to truly understand each thing it was a faster processes in his head than it sounds but it was still a process and he was sure he was making a face while he tried to read the words.
After he paid and put the wallet away his hand fell between them again, brushing their knuckles and he didn’t bother with asking if he could hold her hand again he simply took it, playing with her fingers as he watched her enjoy her treat. “You want to try mine?” He laughed holding out his cone, waiting.
Boarding, phones off. Paris here I come (again)
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#Cute
I’d like that a lot, actually…I don’t mind being spoiled.
I wont be back for a while. I wish I wasn’t so busy or I’d hide you in my hotels. I’m going to come back with an accent so thick you’ll think I’m speaking Italian the whole time. 
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Denim, skin, and Calvin Klein Underwear at our men’s show, Milan, June 2012
My body parts are on the tumblr radar… My agent never tells me these things. 
#Cute
Well, your life seems awfully exciting. And of course I am - I’ve been feeling a bit insane lately. I need someone to read to me. It’s soothing.
It is very fun, very fast paced. There are many parties, many beautiful people but when I get back to the city I’d very much like to get you on my way from the airport and just relax with you. I’ve spoiled you, haven’t I? 
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