Page 67 of Red Queen
“Okay, okay. You’re forgiven. Now let’s get back to that hotel room and see what we can do about your birthday wish.”
I grin at her words, then after she’s gotten comfortable in the car seat, we head back to the hotel.
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MATEO
We barely reach the elevator, and we’re already attached to each other. Our mouths are fighting against one another, the kisses so fierce, I can barely breathe.
I fumble with the keys, cursing the hotel for not switching to cards in this modern world. Rosa is relentless; she keeps kissing my neck while I’m trying to open the goddamn door to our room.
“Joder, estas llaves,” I murmur, trying to suppress the moans that want to break out of me. The lock finally clicks, and I scoop Rosa up into my arms and carry her to the bed.
I gently put her down and start taking my clothes off, giving her a show. She’s so sexy like this, when she’s staring at me with hungry eyes, waiting for me to pleasure her. When the only piece of clothing left is my boxers, I sit down next to her and pull her into another kiss.
“Why did you undress all the way for this? Don’t you want to just eat me out?” she asks as she pulls away.
“Oh hell yes, querida. But I want to feel you skin to skin, so you better start undressing,” I smirk, watching as her cheeks turn red. I love how easily I can make her flustered.
She stands up from beside me and does as I asked. Now she’s giving me a show, and god, I could watch this all my life and never get bored. The way the pieces of clothing fall off her delicate skin one by one doesn’t take too long to make me rock hard.
“Better now?”
My mouth falls open when I spot the lingerie she’s wearing. It’s red, sexy, and makes me want to tear it off of her right away.
“Was this expensive?” I ask, my mouth watering at the sight. I scoot to the end of the bed, reaching out and pulling her closer, planting small kisses on her stomach.
“Well, it wasn’t cheap,” she answers, and I grumble. Then my plan is going to trash.
“You’re so beautiful, Rosa… Preciosa. Bella. Hermosa. Una diosa,” I praise, then watch as her cheeks turn red once again. I’ll never get tired of this woman.
I pull her on top of me as I settle back on the bed, getting comfortable on my back. “What now?” she asks, tracing my abs.
“Now, I want you to sit up, take this super sexy panty off, and then open that champagne bottle, and after you’re comfortably settled above my face, pour it down your stomach and sit down, so that I can enjoy my victory drink.”
“But… I’ll suffocate you,” she answers shyly, and I chuckle at her tone. Five minutes ago, she was ready to jump on me, and now she’s afraid I’ll choke.
“Querida. Mi dulce cariño. I’m asking you to do this for a reason. And on top of that, I couldn’t imagine a better way to die, if things went sideways.” She smacks my arm, shock evident on her face.
“Don’t say that! I don’t want to kill you, idiot.” She sighs, but starts pulling off her panties and getting comfortable on top of me. “If you feel it’s getting dangerous, you smack my thighs. Promise me, or I’ll get off of you now.”
“Yes, ma’am. I promise,” I answer, trying to contain my excitement.
She reaches for the bottle, popping it open, then kneels over me, spreading her legs to be closer to my mouth. I look at her pussy, and my god, I’m praying not to wake up from this dream.
She’s already wet, and as I massage her thighs to calm her nerves, I feel the champagne dripping into my mouth. I attach my mouth to her pussy, devouring her, enjoying the taste of her juice mingling with the sparkling liquid.
I close my eyes, turning all my other senses to the sensation of Rosa, her moans only fueling my arousal more. I suck and suck and suck, until she grabs the headboard with one hand, her moans turning into whimpers. I move my hand to her ass, pushing her closer onto my face.
“Teo…” she whimpers, still pouring the champagne down her body, my tongue relentlessly lapping up and down her slit.
She lets go of the headboard and then reaches for her bra, moving the fabric downward to have access to her nipple. She starts playing with it, and when the champagne stops falling, I push my tongue into her hole.
She starts moving, trying to create friction to make herself come. I couldn’t make her finish like this before, using only my tongue. I was hurt at first, but I realized she’s just different. She needs a little more work down there, and she’ll be able to finish. And I definitely don’t mind that I have to take more time at her pussy.
I tap her thighs, signaling for her to move off me. I felt her getting close, but I don’t think she’ll reach it like this either this time, so it’s best if we move positions. Now that pre-cum soaked my boxers, I don’t need anything else, just her to finish. Preferably in my mouth.
“I… I’m sorry. Was it too much?” she asks with flushed cheeks as she slides backward, now sitting on my chest.
