Page 84 of Deep In Love
Her hips lift as I swirl my tongue around her clit, and I study every moan and sigh she releases. I want to commit every inch of her to memory.
“Fuck,” she groans when I slide a finger inside her, her walls pulsing as I continue my work.
I’m rock solid behind my zipper, so hard it physically hurts, but the pain morphs into deep pleasure as she squirms beneath my tongue.
But it’s more than her sounds that send me to the edge. It’s the open adoration in her expression and how her fingers snake into my hair and possessively grip the strands.
The pressure at the base of my spine is unbearable, and when I slip another finger inside and she clenches around them, I nearly lose control.
Timing my movements with my tongue, I drive us both to the edge of madness. When I suck her clit between my teeth, her hips buck wildly and she pulls me away from the apex of her thighs.
Shame. I’m stillstarving.
I swipe away her pleasure coating my chin before licking my lips, and lust compounds at the base of my spine when her grip turns deadly and her chest heaves with exertion.
“Do you need something, bruja?” I purr. “I’m trying to eat.” Her focus drops to my erection, which is straining against my pants, and when they reconnect with mine, they’re full of hunger. “Do you want my cock?” I ask, my voice vibrating with need. She nods. “Take what’s yours.”
Charlie rises, her hands shaking as she undoes my belt and slips it off. My breath hitches when she grazes my shaft as she pulls downthe zipper. She tugs at the band of my underwear, and my cock pops out, so hard I’m resting against my abdomen, a small bead of pre cum forming on the tip.
Fuck.
I thought I was strong enough to last, but even without her touch, I’m ready to combust.
Her fingers gently wrap around me, pumping up and down a few times, before she lets go and rises onto her knees. The kiss she offers is probing and unsure as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it off.
Sparks shoot down my arms as her hands explore while we kiss, and I can feel the small tremble in her fingers as she passes along the planes of my skin. Heart slamming against my ribcage, I traverse the gentle slope of her spine and cup her ass, lifting her into the air.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I spin to sit on the bed with her in my lap.
Charlie breaks the kiss and cups my jaw. The reverent touch sends a wave of warmth across my limbs, and I lean into the contact, savoring how a simple touch is capable of expressing so much.
“I’m breaking my rules,” she whispers.
“Rules?”
“No lights. No missionary. No sleepovers.”
Her inner thigh grazes against my dick, and I hiss. Soft curves mold to my palms as I slide them up until my fingers tangle in her hair. I wrap the honey curls around my knuckles, pulling her head back to expose her neck to me.
I suck on the column of her throat, moving left, then right, leaving angry red marks that screammine.
Charlie whimpers, squirming in my lap. “Mateo,please.”
“Do you like breaking the rules, bruja?” With my free hand, I guide her palm over my cock. “Do you like knowing how badly you affect me?”
“Ilike breaking the rules with you,” she replies, nearly snapping the tether holding me back.
Releasing her, I lie back on the bed and grab her hips, lifting her up and guiding her to hover over my face. I can smell her arousal, and my dick twitches from the sight of her thighs slick and ready for me.
“Sit,” I command, digging my fingers into her skin. She gasps when I tug her down.
“Mateo…” She trails off, uncertain.
“I’ve dreamed of this, bruja.Make it my reality.”
She gulps but lowers her hips so she’s hovering right over my lips. Close, but not close enough. My hand collides with her ass, and she yelps, but her pupils enlarge with desire.There’s my girl.
Her thighs bracket my cheeks as she sits, and I drag my tongue up her slit to circle her clit.
