Page 38 of Wasted On Us

I bite him lightly, tasting his neck again. He tastes better than anything else in the world. “I’m not sure I remember you being so filthy before.”

He pulls back, looking into my eyes, smiling as he pushes a hand between our bodies and into his boxer briefs. He wraps his hand around his cock and slides it back and forth a few times.

“You bring out the animal in me,” he says, his voice strained. “But I really feel like I need a shower. Let’s take one together.”

He holds his hand out for mine and I join him. It feels a little strange to be walking mostly naked through the cabin, but Mateo always makes me feel at ease. Once we reach the bathroom, he shuts the door, shimmies out of his boxer briefs, and turns on the hot water.

After we both step inside, he unhooks my bra and sweeps it away, soothing the line of gooseflesh that breaks out along my upper arms. “Eden, I want to feel your hands wrapped around my dick.”

He stands in front of me, his broad shoulders tensing as I gently trail my fingers down his body and hover over his abs until he hisses. Then I let them drift lower. It feels like something from a dream, touching him in this raw way, feeling him harden in my hand when I wrap my fingers around his swollen flesh.

“You’re hot, Mateo,” I say, looking up at him. “Did you know that?”

The water is beginning to pound against me, the steam rising around us, making the small area feel like a sauna.

Capturing my lips, he kisses me hard and deep. “It only matters if you think so.”

He turns me around, and then pulls me into the spray, drawing a gasp from my lips at the shock of the water. Then I’m pushed up against the tile, the water pounding on my back as he kisses my neck, my head tilting back.

Mateo takes my wrists and places them above my head. “Put your hands on the tile, so I can touch these perfect tits.”

His hands cup my breasts, testing their heaviness, his fingers pulling the nipples, first one and then the other. Through the glass door, I glance at the mirror, into the face of a woman I don’t recognize. I’m flushed and bright-eyed and glowing, and I look like another version of Eden Lorenson.

Mateo’s fingers slide down my body, his tongue delving into the dip of my shoulder as his hand disappears between my legs. And then he’s teasing me there, too, his fingers rubbing against me in slow circles.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, my eyes going wide, my whole body tensing as I brace with my palms. I’m so close again already, and I can feel how hard he is. I close my eyes and open my mouth, my body tightening as he coaxes me toward the edge. My head tosses back as I cry out. I come against his fingers, my body shuddering with the force of it.

Mateo doesn’t give me time to catch my breath, his big body crushing against mine as he shoves me against the wall, his cock finding my entrance, sliding into me as I lace my fingers behind his neck. His hips push into mine, filling me completely, and I can feel every inch of him inside of me.

With his mouth pressed against my earlobe, he starts to move, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still as he takes me from behind. His lips are insistent and demanding as he plants kisses along my skin, his tongue exploring the water droplets with the same tenacity that he’s using against my body. His fingers dig into my hips, pinning me in place as he thrusts in and out, his cock sliding so deeply inside of me, I can feel it in my bones.

My fingers press against the slippery tile, my nails chipping as I try to hold onto something, anything, while I’m so utterly unable to think or see or do anything but feel. The hot water pours over us, droplets spattering all around us, and we’re both covered in steam as he pounds into me, his hips driving against my ass, my body shuddering with every deliberate movement Mateo makes.

One of his hands drifts up to my throat, pushing back my hair before coming around to my chin, forcing me to look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are so dark they’re nearly black, his lips so close to mine, but still so far away.

“Eden,” he whispers. “You make me feel so damn good, sweet girl. Look at you taking my dick so perfectly. Move against me. Just like that.”

His fingers squeeze my throat lightly, and the angle of his thumb pushes against my chin. I can’t stop whimpering, my body tingling, and I feel as though I’m about to come apart.

Another gentle squeeze. “Look at me, Eden. Look at me when you come.”

His hand leaves my throat, and it slides down my body, rubbing against my breasts, then over my stomach and between my legs. His fingers find my clit as his hips continue to drive into mine, and that’s it. I’m gone for the third time, my cries echoing in the small bathroom, the entire world seeming to explode around us.

I feel Mateo reach his release, the pulse of it filling me as he continues to move, my body shuddering over and over again. He holds me against the wall, his lips against my ear, whispering to me in Spanish. I have no idea what he’s saying, and I don’t care, because I’m still tangled up in the aftershocks, my body convulsing with pleasure. He doesn’t stop moving until the water starts to cool, and then he finally stills, our bodies entwined together, neither of us saying anything, just looking at each other.

“Mateo,” I whisper.

After he gently turns me around in his arms, his hands slide up my neck and into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, holding my head in place as he kisses me. He tastes like water and sex, and I take the kiss deeper, my hands sliding down his body, cupping the muscles of his ass, pulling him against me.

We have to get out of the shower before we drown, and I pull away, turning off the water. Mateo grins, shakes his head, and then wraps his arm around my shoulder, turning back to me. I pull the small towel from the rack and awkwardly rub at my body, but I can’t stop smiling.

“I think I like this side of you, Eden,” he says.

“What side is that?”

“The dirty girl side,” he says, his eyes looking me up and down. “You're so fucking sexy. Do you know how amazing you looked while I was inside you?”

I rake my fingers through my wet hair and then turn my back to him, walking to the cabin’s small mirror. I’m definitely not the same woman I was this morning. My lips are swollen from his kisses, my hair is plastered to my head, and my body is covered in water droplets. I’m flushed, and I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked and thoroughly pleased.

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