Page 13 of Wasted On Us

At his words, something in me bursts like a dam, flooding me with heat and want and a sort of astonished joy. Each lick sends shivers up my spine, threading shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, grounding me and sending me soaring all at once. It’s a contradiction, this feeling of being utterly lost and profoundly found, all in the same mind-blowing moment.

Those gentle fingertips brush against my sensitive skin as he spreads my lips farther apart. His tongue darts against my clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster as I start to moan, and my hips buck of their own accord.

My body starts to tremble. My ass lifts and grinds, trying to get any kind of friction.

I’m not sure what’s happening. I only know how much I like it.

And I want more.

“Mateo…” I whimper, my voice hoarse with lust.

“I’m here,” he whispers, his fingers spreading me apart, his tongue flicking against my clit. “I’m not going anywhere.”

My body starts to tremble as I hurtle toward an imaginary cliff, and without a doubt, I know I’m about to come.

It’s happening! It’s actually happening!

As his tongue works me in just the right way, I let out a moan so loud I know the neighbors might hear.

I grind against his face, his fingers sliding in and out of me, his tongue flicking my clit. I can feel my peak building, fast and hot, and I don’t know how to handle it.

My senses are heightened, every nerve ending tuned to this sensation, this sweet torture. I taste the air, thick with anticipation, my heart pounds in time with the rhythm that’s being painted onto me, and I gasp, a plea, a thank you, a more. The world has narrowed down to this moment, this feeling, and I don’t ever want to come back from it.

I want to capture it. Bottle it. Never, ever let it go.

The awe of it all shivers through me, rippling beneath my skin like a living thing. I’ve stepped into a realm of pleasure I never knew existed, never knew I could reach. Every touch, every sensation, is a revelation, opening up a part of waiting to be discovered. It’s as though I’m shedding an old skin, an old Eden, and emerging into a new light.

“Ah!” I groan, my back arching as I bury my head in the couch. “Mateo… I’m going to… Oh, my God, it’s happening!”

“That’s it, sweet girl.” His tongue darts out across my swollen clit one last time. “Come for me, Eden,” he whispers, his fingers working my channel before his tongue hits some perfect spot that sends me over the edge.

My body pitches and spasms as the orgasm pulses through my body. I scream as I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of hot ecstasy flows through me.

I never, ever thought it would feel like that. Holy smokes.

All I can do is lie on the couch, catch my breath.

As the peak slowly fades away, Mateo leans back, his hands resting on my hips as he eases my skirt back down over my hips.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he whispers in my ear.

Feeling his hands on my body, listening to his voice murmur sweet words in my ear, I can’t help but flush from head to toe. I’ve never felt this... transformed. Like I’ve shed an old skin and emerged someone brand new. Someone radiant.

Mateo seems to see me with his heart, his soul, his very essence. And in his view, I’m not just Eden, the girl who everyone thinks is a bit too much. I am a woman. A beautiful, strong, breathtaking woman. I’ve become more myself than ever before. He’s unlocked a door within me, and stepping through it feels like coming home.

I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to keep my word to myself and allow this to stay casual when my heart and body are begging to let it be more.

After spending a few precious seconds basking in the glow of his praise, I peek up at him. “You’re not going to have sex with me?”

He shakes his head and flashes an almost sad-looking smile. “I think you deserve one night, Eden. I think you have a right to feel good.” His words are a soft murmur as he leans in and kisses my cheek. “Besides, I aim to leave you wanting a repeat performance.”

He stands up, and I watch him as he walks toward the door.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my eyes widening. “Won’t it give you blue balls or something?”

He looks back over his shoulder at me and gives his head a little shake, those full lips tugging upward. “Let’s get together again soon.” Leaning on the wall outside of my door, he smiles as a thought occurs to him. “Like tomorrow. Why don’t you come by the dealership and pick up a loaner?”

“I get a loaner, too?” His generosity without insisting on much in return continues to astound and baffle me. He spent all night trying to woo me but doesn’t want to take his own pleasure at the expense of mine. He took all the steps to fix a problem I created, without showing a single sign of frustration. And now he offers something so absurdly kind. “Damn. I need to hit guys more often. Are you all like this?”

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