Page 97 of Deep In Love
“Are you on any form of birth control? Do you want to use a condom? Those logistics, bruja.”
“Oh.”
He stops midway through pulling his pants down. “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name.”
“Uh…I—” I’m floundering. God, I hope he’s true to his word. “I have an IUD. I-I haven’t been with anyone in a while…” My voice quiets. “I got tested during my last checkup.”
His pants finally hit the floor, and his cock bobs against his muscled torso as he saunters to the bed.
“I want you bare, bruja. Nothing between us.”
He lays out the proposition, and my stomach flutters. “A-and you’ve been tested recently?”
I never would have given Mateo’s intimate life a second thought before this trip, but the idea of him having dated other people,sleptwith and beside other people…it makes me want to vomit and then metaphorically piss all over him to mark my territory.
It’s an unhealthy urge.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since the day we met,” he admits, upturning my world in one sentence. “But I had the panel run at my last blood draw. I’m clear.”
“Never…No one…How?” My brain short-circuits while trying to comprehend what he’s saying. He hasn’t slept with anyone in two years?
“I think the question you want to ask iswhy.” He reaches the end of the bed, a large palm landing on each of my thighs, running up and down along my skin. “Ask me why, bruja.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“Every other woman ceased to exist after I met you. You were—are—all I think about.”
I’ve never met someone who so openly admits how they’re feeling or can express their thoughts without shame. He’s a breath of fresh air after spending time underwater.
Mateo Alvarez is by far my greatest discovery.
This time with him has made me a better person, and I don’t know what more someone could ask for than that. Since I’ve been on this boat, I’ve morphed and evolved, and none of it wouldbe possible without him—his quiet encouragement and staunch belief in me.
He spreads my legs wide, pushing up my knees to settle between my thighs. His dick grazes against my clit, and I release a small yelp.
Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, and I launch off the bed as he slides in easily. Giving him a blowjob was all the foreplay I needed. I wanthim, and I want himnow.
I claw at his forearms, trying to pull him closer, but he tsks and pulls his fingers out.
My core hollows out as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
“Delicious.”
I’ve died.
I’ve died and this is some alternate reality. Holy fucking shitballs.
He drags his shaft against my entrance, coating himself in my arousal. Up and down until I’m delirious with need and squirming beneath him.
“Please,” I beg.
I hate begging him. Hate it as much as the cocky grin he offers when he hears the word. Hate it so much I want to fuck him.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
“Mateo,” I growl. I’m growing impatient and hot—so fucking hot I might implode. “Fuck me. Right. Now.”
He chuckles but lines himself up at my entrance and slowly presses his hips forward. The first inch burns, and my breath catches as he slides deeper, using my thighs as leverage.
