Page 98 of Deep In Love
Mateo groans as he moves in shallow thrusts. He’s teasing me—teasing the both of us—as he takes his time.
Every stroke is too much and not enough, and I’m trying to match every one of his thrusts before the undercurrent of pleasure pulls me under.
He shifts, pushing up my knees to deepen the position, and then slams into me, hitting a part so deep inside me I see stars.
“Oh, fuck.” His pace is steady but deep, and pleasure coils in my abdomen.
It’s not until Mateo leans down and captures my nipple between his teeth that we’re in missionary. The final rule broken.
He pulls the taut bud between his teeth, and the sting of pain adds to the pleasure. I lift my hand, cupping his jaw, and he leans into the touch. A swell of tender understanding washes over him. He knows the significance of the position we’re in. Understands the power he holds.
And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid that someone else holds power over me.
Because Mateo may be the only person I trust enough not to use it against me.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters, picking up his pace.
My breasts shake with the force of his thrusts, and I’m halfway to the edge when he stops and pulls out.
I can’t say I’m proud of the desperate sound that escapes my lips, but he chuckles and crouches to dig through my bag. When he rises, he’s holding the vibrator I assaulted him with.
“We forgot ourfriend,” he says, placing the toy against my clit and driving back into me.
The toy clicks on, and I nearly ascend to a new plane of existence. The pressure compounds until my fingers begin to tingle and my thighs start to shake from holding back.
I’m desperate to orgasm, but I want him to go with me.
“I’m close.” I grab his forearms. “Come with me.”
Mateo’s pupils blow, and he tosses the toy to the side, pistoning in and out of me until we’re both groaning with need. He pulses inside me when I clench around him.
“Do that again and I won’t last,” he grunts.
Obviously, I do it again.
“Fuck, Charlie. You’ll be my undoing.” Something about the words—spoken with such truth and desperation—incites mysmile. He steals it with a kiss, nipping at my lower lip. “Where do you want me, bruja?”
I want to feel claimed by him, so I answer in away I wouldneverwith someone else.
“Fill me,” I moan, near begging.
Mateo’s response is feral as he drives into me like this moment is his last on earth. The words are all it takes for me to unravel, and the orgasm barrels into me, so strong my vision blackens. A few strokes later, he follows, pulsing as he finishes inside me.
He drags out my orgasm by stroking my clit with his thumb until I’m hypersensitive from the pleasure and push his hand away.
The silence shared between us as he pulls out is foreign, and his attention fixes on the apex of my thighs, where I can feel him leaking out. Almost in a daze, he reaches out a hand and scoops up his load before plunging it back inside me.
I lose the ability to breathe.
He stands for a moment in contemplation before he says, “Dios,you’re fucking hot.”
I choke on a laugh, my limbs heavy and brain foggy as I lift onto my forearms to watch his ass sway before he slips into the bathroom. Mateo returns with a warm towel, cleaning up the mess we made between my thighs with a tender touch.
I can’t help but swipe away his unruly hair and marvel at his beauty. A sharp jawline paired with full, soft lips. Dark, wavy hair and gorgeous, stunning eyes. Thick brows that furrow in confusion when he notices my staring.
“You’re handsome,” I blurt out, then pull my lip between my teeth.
I want to shove the words back in my mouth when he blinks at me like I’ve said the craziest thing on the planet. They used to think bloodletting cured nearly every disease; my declaration that Mateo is handsome is not that insane.
