Page 52 of Red Queen
After a couple of thrusts, he sits up again, and I realize the missionary position is quite uncomfortable for him right now because of his broken wrist.
I grab onto his neck, pulling myself up and sitting in his lap as he brings my hips closer. He starts moving again, and he’s so deep inside me that I need to dig my nails into his back so as not to come too early.
I bounce and sway on him, relishing the feeling of him filling me up completely, and I’m seconds away from finishing. This man does wonders to my body. I think he’s an alien.
“Teo.” I moan his name for the hundredth time, burying my face into his shoulder as I get ready to orgasm.
“I know, amor, I know.” He moves my hair away from my neck, then starts peppering kisses on it, sometimes leaving marks behind. I’m gonna kill him once he’s out of me. “You’re taking me so well.”
The praise once again brings me closer to release, but I clench my butthole to prevent it. I don’t like finishing before my partner. I feel like I’m not enough to make them come, even ifit usually takes them more time. I’d rather feel him finish inside me ten times before I finish, than I finish before him.
He moves his hand down and starts rubbing my clit, and I have to grab his hand to steady myself while I shiver like a person trapped in a snowstorm. I let bliss take over me.
I rest my head against his shoulder, waiting for the feeling to pass by and my mind to defog. Every single time he manages to make me cum harder, and I’m left speechless each time. This man knows things about my body I don’t, and that actually scares me a little.
When I come back down to Earth, I whip my head up. “Did you come? No, you didn’t.” I smack into his shoulder.
“I didn’t. But you did, and that’s all that matters.” He looks sincere, but it still makes me feel bad.
“Why couldn’t you? I wasn’t…good?” I ask as I untangle myself from his arms, pulling the covers over me.
“No, no. Rosa, you were perfect. I’m serious. I’m rock hard, as you can see. It’s just…stress, you know? I’ve had so much of it lately, and it seems like I couldn’t let myself go fully this time.” He falls onto his back with a dramatic thud, but I feel he’s being honest.
“Would a…titty fuck help?”
He snorts, but whips his head up when he doesn’t hear me laugh.
“You’re serious?”
I nod sheepishly. Now that’s one thing I’ve never experienced before; it seemed too weird with my exes. But strangely, with Mateo, I feel comfortable trying it.
“How should I sit?” I ask, waiting for his answer.
“You don’t have to do this, Rosa. You don’t owe me anything.” He sighs, not moving an inch from his spot.
“I know. But I want to try it.” I push, and then he finally sits up on the bed.
“Lay on your back, bruja. And if you want me to stop, you use your pretty mouth, got it?” he says, and I nod as I settle on my back, looking up at him.
He moves to grab a bottle out of his bag, and spills some of it on his hands, then I watch as he settles on his knees at my side.
“Do you just carry lube and condoms everywhere with you?” I ask with a chuckle, then it quickly turns into moans as he applies it onto my breasts.
“Only since I started seeing you, cariño.” He pinches my nipples, then gets into position, looking at me with a questioning gaze.
When I nod, I squeeze my boobs together, giving him the good to go. He starts moving, thrusting between my tits, his moans filling the room.
“Fuck that feels so good, Rosa. You feel so good,” he praises, and I squeeze them harder, which brings out a whimper from him. I’m damn obsessed with the sounds he makes. Every single one is so sexy, I could get off just by listening to them.
When I feel him get harder and more desperate, I bring my chin down, trying to take him in my mouth. I lick and suck on the tip each time he thrusts, rewarding me with sexy moans. He stops, pushing all the way forward, so that I can take him deeper.
It’s still just mostly the tip, but it’s the perfect length to make him feel good while doing so. I give my all, sucking like my life depends on it. Like him, I’m not letting my partners go without feeling satisfied, either.
He starts thrusting again, now with such force that the bed is moving with us. His breathing gets heavy, the friction bringing him closer to finishing. He gets more and more desperate, holding onto the railing of the bed, his moans like music to my ears.
“Rosa… I-I’m…” His breathing stops for a second, then he lets out a big sigh with a loud moan, and warm liquid splattersover my chest. I shut my eyes tight when I feel some land on my face, however much I would’ve loved to watch him come undone.
I slowly open my eyes when he quiets down, then I see him lean in. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but then I feel his tongue trace my cheeks, realizing he’s licking his load off my face.
