Page 64 of Tempt Her

Letting the sunlight bathe me, I wait for him. He noses around the condo until he finds a few clean beach towels in a linen closet. Then he winks at me before rummaging through the stocked kitchen.

I don’t know what else happens here, but nothing can overpower this feeling I let pour through my veins. Pure desire. Pure trust. Pure certainty this is right.

Mateo returns and spreads the towels over the taupe carpet. Undressing before me, every time, I’m captivated by his tattoos. Starting at his collar, it looks like he’s wearing a warrior’s cape of sacred geometry, lines that form triangles and patterns down his arms and over his hulking pecs.

He catches my stare and grins. “It’s Amazonian. My ancestors’ art.”

“It’s beautiful,” I sigh. Then I notice the script under his left pec, written under his heart. It’s not part of the original design.

I trace over his satiny flesh, trying to read it as he reveals what it says, “No one can break us.”

“Us?”

“Me, Ford, and Luke.” His voice drops. “We all have this tattoo.”

“That’s what’s on Luke’s chest, too,” I suddenly remember.

“Yeah.”

“Why do y’all have matching tattoos?”

“We’re close,” he says. “This is the oath we made to each other.”

But before I can ask questions burning inside me, thrilling me with the possible answer, his lips are on mine again. Lying us down on the towels, Mateo moves like water. Reaching for a fresh bottle of olive oil he found in the kitchen; I won’t resist this.

I love how he does it, pouring ribbons of oil over my naked flesh as he lays beside me, propped up on one elbow, painting my body with it.

Then his hands are next. Starting at my feet, he gets up to kneel as he rubs the oil in. Lifting my toes to his mouth, he sucks each one, and I giggle at first, at how it tickles. Then I moan at how the sensation goes from raindrops on my skin to a hot wave rushing up my thighs and crashing into my sex.

“God, Mateo,” I sigh. I’ve never had my flesh adored like this. Each inch he caresses. From my ankles to my knees, up my thighs, rubbing in circles away from my center, which only drives me insane with desire, needing his touch in the opposite direction, which he avoids.

Every part of me, from my tender belly to my strong arms to my ribs, rising to his touch; he caresses me everywhere but the three beacons on my body, screaming for him to arrive.

Straddling my legs, he kneels over me, his cock pointing long and swollen. I want to open my thighs for him, but they’re closed, trapped between his ripped thighs.

“Can I try?” But his ask is so open, and I nod, choking down suddenly shy, scared tears.

First, he reaches. With the backs of his fingers, both his hands gently trace the swell of my breasts. Over and over, he does it until I relax, my tense muscles melting for him. He lets his touch curl, fluttering over the crest of my breasts, tickling down through my cleavage as he maps my terrain. Again and again, I’m a precious land no one has discovered yet. And I want him to. I want him to find me.

“Mateo,” I rasp, feeling his touch awaken my sex. I’m so ready for more of him; then it’s his fingertips. Ringing wide around my nipples, the warmth of his touch teases over my flesh, slick with oil, and my breath changes. It gets faster as his tantalizing circles draw smaller and smaller until he’s right here, at my aching nipples. But then he stops.

“Tell me if this is too much or—”

“It’s okay,” I huff. “It feels good.” I gaze up at him, at his coal waves sweeping his shoulders. His eyes like precious stones swirling in colors, staring down at me. “You feel so good,” I tell him.

I expect his fingers, but his mouth goes next. Leaning down, his hair brushes my flesh while his tongue dances over my skin, swirling around my nipples but not taking them in. My back bows; desire will break my spine; needing himright now. “Mateo, please,” I beg.

This is like nothing I’ve suffered and everything I never knew. And when he does it, wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking with the perfect pressure, it doesn’t hurt or degrade. It’s all pleasure,my pleasure,as I cry out, “Yes!”

And we get lost.

In his mouth, sucking and licking my nipples until my pussy is soaked and throbbing. Then it’s his hand, one thrilling my nipple while another dominates my clit, his thumb pressing on it while his fingers fuck me into an orgasm so intense I can’t move. I’m a prisoner to waves of pleasure rippling through me.

Then it’s him, pouring more oil over me before he lowers his body, gliding his hard muscles over my soft curves again and again. Sliding his silky skin like a weighted blanket over my body, he soothes me, tempts me until I feel his hard cock, nudging, knowing exactly where I need him.

“Fuck me, Mateo, please.” I have no shame with him. “Fuck me, Daddy; I need you.”

“Fuck, yes, baby.” He tents above me. He can be so sweet, so safe and warm and then he can flip to so dirty and hot and both sides are heaven. Moving his legs, his knee wedges my thighs open until I’m splayed for his view. “Open that pussy up for Daddy.”

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