Page 48 of Wasted On Us

I moan as she splays her hand over the place where my erection strains against my boxer briefs, letting my eyes shut as she puts pressure against me with her palm. Bringing her here tonight is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had.

She knows exactly what I like without any instruction, her touch honed to near perfection during the time we’ve been together. I swear I’ve never been with a woman who can pleasure me like Eden. I consider it a privilege that she’s trusted me with her body.

Bringing a hand of my own to the front of her barely there panties, I slip a finger along the soft skin, before flicking it against her clit. I’m rewarded with a moan that echoes through my body, and her hips begin rolling in time with my touch.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

“Please what?” I ask, teasing.

“Please,” she starts again, “take me to the bed.”

I laugh but oblige, scooping her up and carrying her across the room to the king-sized bed where I lay her down, before slipping her panties off and planting soft kisses on her ankles, her knees, her thighs. The anticipation of what’s to come makes my head spin. It feels like I can’t get enough of her soft, smooth skin. I want to worship her body with my mouth, want to make her beg me to let her come.

Because she’s mine.

I pull her legs apart, settling myself between them and bringing my mouth to her pretty little pussy. The sweet scent of her arousal hits me as I inhale deeply, before parting her with my tongue. I curl it around her clit, flicking the soft nub and then gently suckling it into my mouth. Her moans fill the air around us, her hips rolling and bucking with every swipe.

I move up to her thigh, my tongue tracing along the contours of her muscles, up to the place where they meet her hip and then back down again. I alternate between teasing little nibbles and deep sucks until I get gifted one of those little mewls I love so much.

I can feel her getting closer to orgasm. Her legs are trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. And then she’s there, her legs tense and her toes curling as she pitches forward and comes against my tongue. Her climax courses through her body, her moans getting louder and louder until she’s finally quiet, her body still and her chest heaving.

My tongue finds hers in an intimate kiss as I reach down to pull my underwear off. When I enter her, the experience of it all is almost too much. My body shudders, the feeling of being connected to her, of what we’re doing here, making my heart pound. It’s euphoric. She’s warm, wet, and tight, every nerve ending in my body alive and on fire. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.

She wraps her legs around my hips, urging me on. Her nails rake down my back, leaving a trail of delicate red lines along my skin. “Mateo,” she moans, her voice carrying me through the waves of pleasure that are taking over my body.

“You feel so good, Eden,” I manage to get out between gritted teeth. “You’re my girlfriend, did you know that?”

“I’m your girlfriend,” she parrots. “I want you to come, Mateo. I want to feel your dick pulsing inside me.”

And just like that, I’m done for. The pleasure builds and builds, crashing through my body like a tidal wave. I know I’m out of control, but I don’t care. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and I don’t think I ever will again.

As I reach my peak, I can feel her body tensing again, the orgasm that she wasn’t quite ready for pulling her under with me. I can feel every inch of her, feel her heart beating madly against my own chest. I kiss her, something that I never get tired of doing. It’s that bond that we share, the one that can only be formed through knowing someone so completely.

Every nerve ending in me tingles as her body molds to mine, our hearts pounding out a frenzied rhythm that speaks a language only we understand. This connection, raw and unfiltered, feels like a secret universe we’ve created, existing between the beats of our hearts and the breaths that hitch in our throats.

A sensation washes over me, akin to the unveiling of a masterpiece—the revelation of a me who is profoundly more intimate, soulful. It’s as though this version has been patiently waiting in the wings, hidden within the shadows. And now, in the brush of my girlfriend’s lips against mine, the careful touch of her hands, he’s emerged.

Eden curls into my side, her soft sigh tickling my naked skin.

It’s as though I’ve been handed a new version of Mateo García, one that I feel like I’ve been waiting for.

*****

Awakened by a strange noise, I glance at the luminous green digits of the clock on the bedside table: midnight. Beside me, Eden sleeps soundly, the moonlight bathing her naked form in an ethereal glow. The sheets have slipped down, revealing the curve of her waist, the delicate rise of her hips, and the swell of her full breast. After placing a soft kiss to that plump flesh, I reluctantly extract myself from the warmth of the bed, leaving her undisturbed. Only bothering to pull on my boxer briefs, I’m careful to make as little noise as possible.

I pad down the hallway, each step a soft whisper against the cool hardwood floor. My heart thuds in sync with the rhythmic creaking of the house, the silence of the night amplifying every sound. I pause at the top of the staircase, straining my ears for any sign of what disrupted the stillness.

And then, I see it. Something at the bottom of the staircase that makes my heart flip over in my chest. Fear tightens its grip on me, leaving me cold and breathless. I stand frozen at the top of the steps, peering down into the darkness below.

Staring at me in horror from behind her thick glasses, slowly backing away from me, is Abuelita. My sweet, innocent Abuelita. I reach for the railing, struggling to get my hand to work, the palm slapping against my legs with a comical sound.

“Abuelita, I’m so sorry, it’s not what it looks like. I mean, you’re not dumb. I don’t think you’re a fool. Itiswhat it looks like, but I can explain!” I stumble down a few steps as she continues to stare at me. Abuelita’s mouth opens then closes again, and she shakes her head before crossing herself with a trembling hand.

“Diosayúdame!” she mumbles, still backing away from me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here tonight, Mateo? You said you were staying with a friend! You lied to me. Youneverlie to me!”

I realize far too late what will happen—as well as I know the Lamberts, and as often as I’ve worked outside of their house, the layout of the inside is still slightly unfamiliar to me. The staircase has a small landing about a third of the way down and it changes directions so people land in the grand foyer. I don’t account for the five risers behind her, and neither does she. As her left foot takes a shaky step behind her, it finds only air, and she tumbles backward. I run toward her, but it’s too late, and she slides down the carpeted staircase like a discarded marionette.

Then her scream pierces the entire house and my heart.

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