Page 26 of Red Queen
“I was hoping.” She moves her hand to her back, unclasping her bra. Fuck, she’s perfect. A handful of breasts, sculpted to my hands.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I can’t hold back longer. I attach it to her breasts, sucking on her hardened nipples. Her hands tangle in my hair while she arches her back, pushing herself more into my mouth.
I switch back and forth between left and right, I’m so obsessed with her tits. Her moans fill the room, and she whimpers when I let her go to sit up, and with a swift motion, I take my shirt off. Her hungry eyes roam over my newly exposed skin, and I suddenly feel proud of my looks.
I pull her up, peeling her out of that sexy red dress. As much as I loved seeing it on her, I’ve admired it enough for now. I want to see her bare. I need to.
When she finally slips out of it, I just sit there and stare at her. I cannot comprehend how someone can be this beautiful. She sits there sheepishly, the blush on her cheeks vivid. I know it might seem rude to stare this long, but she’s a goddamn sight for sore eyes. Now sitting only in her panties… I really am in heaven.
“Stop staring.” She moves her hand and puts it in front of my eyes so I can’t see her.
“It’s impossible. You’re gorgeous. Una diosa.” She laughs at my compliment, but I am serious. She is a goddess.
“What, I have the Mateo Acosta wrapped around my finger?” she asks, the smile evident in her voice. I gently move her hand aside, putting it around my neck and pulling her close.
“Damn right, you do. Wrapped around all ten of your fingers. Twenty, even.” I start kissing her neck, and she rewards me with another moan.
“Idiot,” she replies playfully, and lets out a hiss when I start sucking on her neck. I ain’t letting her go now. I dare those pendejos to try and get close to her.
“Mhm. Your idiot.” I pull back to admire the hickey I gave her. She looks even more beautiful with my mark.
“Mateo! I am a professional. Do you know how hard this will be to hide?” The playfulness in her voice indicates she secretly likes it; she just doesn’t want to admit it.
“I don’t want you to hide it.” Her annoyed features soften, although she’s still protesting.
“I will. But okay… I like it. Just next time, give me one where people can’t see it.” I grin devilishly at her reply. You just gave me too much power, bruja.
I gently push her back to the bed, taking some time over her breasts once again. My hand moves under her panties, and I start stroking her clit, just as I did before. After I thoroughly explored her upper body, I moved between her legs. She lifts her hips almost right away, signaling for me to take her panties off, and I do just that. I throw it behind me, to god knows where, as I take in the bare sight of her. I usually take my time with foreplay, but I won’t be able to do that with her. I need to taste her now.
I open her legs a little more and settle in front of her pussy. Glistening wet perfection. I start stroking her clit again with my thumb, then with the point of my tongue. I lick her up and down. My eyes roll at the sweet taste, one I’ll savor until the end of time.
Then, something clicks in my brain, and I start licking her with full force. I use all my knowledge, playing with her clit, swiping my tongue up and down as I know best. My fingers are thrusting inside her, swallowing them whole, her angelic moans filling the room.
Her moans lessen just as I finish that train of thought, and even though they’re still loud, I hear a slight change. Oh my god, is she faking it? I lost my ability to be good at licking pussy?
“Are you getting close?” I ask, but I fear I know the answer.
“Yes… Don’t stop.” She pants, but I don’t listen to her. She doesn’t mean it. I abruptly stop my movements, licking off my fingers as I sit up on my elbows.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, but doesn’t look at me while doing so.
“You weren’t getting close. You were faking it.” A sigh leaves my lips as I lay next to her. “Was I doing something wrong?”
“No! No. Of course not. It’s just… I sometimes have a hard time coming. I’m sorry.” She turns to her side, burying her face into my chest.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. That’s totally normal, Rosa. And I’m not one to leave my partners unsatisfied, so I’ll make sure you finish, alright? However long it takes.” I lift her head up and look deeply in her eyes. I meant every word. She deserves to enjoy this too. “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve, don’t worry.”
The smile is back on her face, the worry gone from her eyes. That’s what I like to see.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, and I shut her up with a kiss.
“Stop saying sorry. Everything’s perfect, cariño. Now, how about you lay on your back and I get to work?” Her eyes light up at my proposition, doing just what I asked. She spreads her legs, and after I’ve admired the sight once again, I get up to take my pants off.
My cock is so hard, it’s a miracle the zipper didn’t rip. One look at this woman and I’m gone. I focus on her while ripping my clothes off, discarding them somewhere behind me.
She pops up on her elbows as she takes me in, and I feel my cock twitch at her gaze. My brain melts at the thought that I’m seconds away from being inside her.
“Lift your hips for me, querida,” I say, and as she obeys my request, I slide a pillow under her hips. “Comfy?” She only manages to nod, the anticipation palpable in the room. I pull thedrawer out, moving to get a condom out, opening it carefully. The last thing we’d need is an accidental pregnancy.
