Page 96 of Deep In Love
His hands continue to explore as I blink at him like a deer in headlights. Those aren’t things he’s supposed to hear—words I whisper to myself every morning in hopes they’ll stick one day.
“Did you forget them?” he asks playfully, dragging his thumb along the seam of my lips. “I’ll help you.I am smart.What’s next?”
“I am kind,” I croak. He nods, urging me on. “I am beautiful. I am hard-working. I am deserving. I am not broken.”
My voice cracks on the last word, and Mateo seals the affirmation with a probing kiss.
“Good. One more time.”
I repeat them, but again, my voice cracks on the last one, because even though I’m saying the words, I don’t fully believe them.
“Again.”
He peppers soft, tender kisses along my neck and down my collarbone as I repeat the words, staring back at myself in the mirror along the wall. My skin is blotchy, and I barely recognize the woman reflected back to me. I continue the affirmations, and this time when I say the last phrase, my voice is steady.
He tips my chin.
“You are not broken, Charlie,” he declares, and I try to avert my gaze, but his grip is firm. “Not to me.”
I nod, words lodged in my throat. He takes my mouth in a heated embrace, his tongue trailing along the seam of my lips. A demand for entry.
I give it to him, and he guides the kiss deeper. The pressure in my core builds, and I grind my hips against him, ignoring the slight burn in my joints.
The power disparity between us right now is not something I thought I would ever offer someone. Even though he’s fully clothed, I’ve never felt more balanced or secure with another person.
When we break apart, I’m struggling for breath.
“On your knees, bruja.” I drop to the floor with zero hesitation. “Take me out,” he commands, voice edged with lust. With shaky hands, I unbutton his pants and free his erection. A small bead of precum forms, and I wrap my fingers around the base, squeezing lightly. “Now suck.”
I slowly work him into my mouth, adjusting to his size. His fingers tangle in my hair, loosening my braid as he guides me farther down his shaft. He’s gentle yet demanding as he pushes me deeper until I’m at the base.
I force back a gag, and he swipes away the hair that’s fallen around my face.
“You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now—him holding me with his cock down my throat. I’m fully at his mercy, but I look up at him under hooded lashes, and the truth slams into me.
There’s no one I trust more than Mateo.
Not now.
It was always Amy.
She was the one person I could trust, but that’s shifted, and he’s taken first place.
Mateo releases my hair, and I pull in a gasp of air before taking him again and twirling my tongue around the head. He groans, and the sound spurs me onward, alternating between licking and sucking until his thighs are trembling beneath me.
“Oh, shit,” Mateo mutters, pulling me off him. He’s more disheveled than when we began, and victory soars through my veins. I fucking love when he looks undone. “You’re very good at that.” His praise causes my cheeks to burn.
Mateo doesn’t miss the response, so he says it again, and my cheeks flame deeper.
In one graceful move, he rises from the chair and drops me onto the bed. He’s disrobing when he says, “Let’s talk logistics.”
My jaw falls.
“Whatlogistics?” I screech, slightly bratty. “You fuck me. Those are the logistics.”
He barks a laugh, pulling his shirt over his head, and my throat dries.
