Page 12 of Wasted On Us

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he replies, skating his fingers across one of the shadows dancing across my skin. “But I’m not looking at your apartment.”

Without warning, he steps closer to me, his body just inches away from mine. I can feel his breath on my neck, and I shiver with anticipation.

“I have an admission to make about our conversation in the car,” he whispers, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. “My dick’s been hard for twenty minutes.”

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as he trails his fingers down my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Eden,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. “I want you. I made you a promise, and I aim to deliver. I’m going to make you addicted to me. Now get your sexy ass over onto the couch and wait for further instructions.”

One eyebrow arches as he smirks at me. He opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, I cross the room and drop down onto the soft cushions. I lean back, raising my arms above my head. As the room fades, I start to imagine what he’ll do to me.

For me.

With me.

Mateo casually drapes his coat across the back of one of my chairs, then his heated gaze finds mine. I watch him as he walks toward me, never breaking eye contact. Once he reaches me, he grabs my hand and tugs me upward until I’m standing in front of him.

Just as gently and intimately as he put my coat on, he takes it off. I can feel his fingers slowly tracing down my neck, across my collarbone. Then he pauses at the top of my dress as he pulls it up, revealing my naked ass to him. His lips trail down my back, from my neck to the small of my back, his hands holding steady. His hands slide from my hips to my ass, his fingers caressing my cheeks as he presses his lips against my skin. I feel his hot breath on my skin, and a sense of longing rushes through me.

I groan as I feel his teeth graze against my skin, sending a tremble through my body.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Eden. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he whispers huskily in my ear, sending an electric sensation through my body.

Grinding my teeth, I desperately fight back the urge to beg him to get started.

Then one finger slides into my thong, finding my folds and teasing me.

As I lean into the caress, the pleasure, my mind drifts. The world shrinks to the size of his touch. His fingers move, and it’s like they’re drawing galaxies into being against my skin. Each gentle stroke feels like an explosion of color against the black canvas of my closed eyes. I’m exploring a part of myself I never knew existed, like stepping foot on an untouched continent for the first time.

His touch is slow, deliberate, more than just physical contact. It’s an emotional experience, each stroke of his fingers painting strokes of adoration onto my very soul. I feel seen. I feel cherished. I feel like I matter, to him, to myself.

And with each fractured breath, each swipe of his thumb, each mewl that I can’t stop from escaping my lips, the shell I’d constructed around myself, constructed around my heart, begins to crack. Even though my brain usually implodes during a time like this, under Mateo’s touch, I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.

The sheer magnitude of what I’m experiencing for the very first time leaves me dizzy. It’s like stepping into the sun after years spent in the dark. I’ve heard stories of how wonderful sex could be, but this?

This isn’t just about being touched. It’s about being seen, being understood. But now, with Mateo, it’s my reality.

This isn’t just a story.

It’s real.

It’s me, it’s Mateo.

And it’s everything.

He tosses my thong across the room, and I watch it as it falls to the floor. Gently, he pushes me down into the sofa cushions and I sink in. Mateo hooks his arms behind my knees and wedges my legs apart. Then he just takes a heartbeat to look at me while my face flames with heat.

When I glance away, he lightly pinches the inside of my thigh. “Eyes on me, Eden. Giving and receiving pleasure is part of the human condition. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

I shiver as I feel his hot breath against my most intimate place. I spread my legs a little wider, the anticipation making my body tingle.

Without breaking his intense gaze, I drive my head back between the cushions, my eyes wide as I feel the first-ever tentative tongue touch to my nether lips. I spread my legs a little wider, my fingers reaching out as I grab onto the couch. A groan escapes as the pressure of his mouth against my mound slowly builds.

The world tilts on its axis, and I’m sure I forget how to breathe. A rush of sensation, raw and overwhelming, strikes me like lightning, sizzling and white-hot. Every thought in my head is replaced with the sheer force of this... this newness. This is uncharted territory, and I’m an explorer lost at sea, drowning in waves of electrifying pleasure that I never knew I could feel.

“Oh, Mateo,” I groan. “I never thought… I never knew…”

His eyes find mine again. “You like that, sweet girl? You’re so hot and wet, Eden, and you taste so damn good. I could do this all night.”

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