Page 83 of Deep In Love
Our fingers are intertwined like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and nerves eat at my stomach as she pushes me over the threshold and clicks the door shut.
I’m not two steps in before she’s on me again, launching herself into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist to steady herself. She claims my lips, and the desperation is palpable as we stumble.
She moves down my cheekbone, then jaw, before she works along the column of my neck. Each touch sends a spider web of tingles across my skin, and my brain is still trying to catch up with what’s happening.
In a single move, I drop her onto the bed, and she bounces, releasing a surprised laugh. I drink her in: blond hair fanned out against the maroon comforter, cerulean eyes peering up beneath thick lashes, a carefree smile, and flushed cheeks. I capture themental image, locking it away to cherish for eternity before I continue, her breasts rising and falling in time with her breath.
That dress has teased me for the last few hours, and I plan to rip it off her.
My chest buzzes with anticipation as she looks up at me with vivid desire. “Are you just going to stare?” she teases.
“I’ve been waiting two years for this moment, bruja. I plan to take my time.” I lean over her, my hands splayed on both sides of her head, my lips hovering inches from hers. “Savor every moment, taste every inch of your skin, worship every part of you.”
Her jaw falls, and she blinks as I tug at the small bow holding the top of her dress together. It falls open, leaving her breasts bare, a small pendant dangling between them.
I trail a finger down her breastbone to the iridescent stone, and her skin pebbles.
“Tell me, bruja,do you like it soft and sweet?” I ask, my dick straining in my pants as her breathing grows erratic and her pupils dilate. “Or do you want it rough and hot?”
Charlie pulls her lip between her teeth, chewing on the plush skin.
I’ve thought about this moment, imagined every debauched scenario, but the ones that replay the most are the ones where she’s begging for more, so desperate for my cock that she’s willing tobeg meto please her.
My hand continues south until I’m hovering at the apex of her thighs, toying with the hem of her dress.
“If I slipped my hand beneath your panties, what would I find?” I hum. “Would you be wet for me?”
“I-I…uh,” she stutters.
It’s idiotic to find her bumbling sexy, but to know I affect her is powerful knowledge. Evens the playing field.
“Should we find out?” I ask, and she nods frantically. “Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I slip my hand beneath her sundress, dancing my fingers along the band of her white lace underwear. I dip my fingers and almost come undone from how wet she is for me.
Do not come in your pants, Mateo.
It’s a genuine concern as I slide my thumb over her clit and her head falls back, a moan tumbling from her lips. My heartbeat is an erratic thing, nearly bursting from my chest as she lifts her hips, seeking pleasure.
My hand pauses as her beauty overwhelms me. It shouldn’t be possible to crave someone the way I crave Charlie. I should be embarrassed by how desperately I want her. Scientists should study the effects she has on me, mind, body, and spirit.
Charlie’s eyelids crack open to find me openly admiring her, and her cheeks flush a rosy hue.
“Dress off,” I demand in a gravel-rough voice. She silently obeys the command, stripping the sundress over her head and leaving her bare from the waist up.
I can barely breathe, barely function with her lying on the bed, but my feet move and my knees fall until I’m kneeling on the floor, ready to seek my salvation.
Her ankles dangle off the mattress, and I wrap my hands around them and tug her to the edge. A loud, shocked squeal bounces off the walls, followed by a laugh-filled “Mateo!”
Lust strikes my cock as her giggles fill the air, and my hands move from her ankles, along her calves, up to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She jerks when I grab the band of her panties and slide them down her legs.
My pulse races like a stampede of wildebeest barreling toward water after a long drought. I shake away the trembling in my fingers and toss her underwear over my shoulder. Charlie laughs again, but it’s quickly cutoff by a moan when I dip my head and drag my tongue across her slit.
She tastes better than I could have imagined, and desire knots at the base of my dick when she releases a soft mewl. For a split second, I have to pause to pull a ragged breath of air into my lungs.
I’d do just about anything to hear more of those needy little whimpers.
