Page 29 of Lavish Love: A Second Chance Romance

"This is how I feel when I'm with you. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Until tonight I saw it as a bad thing." Her knees curl up to her chest, and she releases them as if catching herself. "I don't want to pretend that I don't love you. Or that I don't miss you when you're gone. Or that seeing you and not being with you isn't the closest I've been to death."

I gather her head in my hands, and our mouths collide. I'm kissing her for the first time in almost a week, and I know how she feels.

I pull back, looking into her eyes. "I love you too."

Mateo lowers me to the bed, and his lips start at my toes. The kisses begin with a brush on my ankle cradled in his hand. His tongue blazes a trail up my calf until his lips kiss mine. I squirm under the power of his tongue. I can't hear the words over the adrenaline and untamed desire overtaking my body. He teases my clit, unlocking my thighs from around his neck.

My fingers run through his hair as he continues his journey, swirling his tongue in my bellybutton, nibbling on my nipples. He wraps my legs around his waist, and his thick cock brushes my waiting wetness, and he stops.

Tonight, for the first time in my entire life, I felt at home. And it was a feeling I longed for when I purchased my home and built my career and tirelessly pursued peace with every ounce of my will and power and independence. It was fleeting, never staying long, always close, but I could never convince it to stay. Then tonight, it came as I sat on the floor beside a white Christmas tree, in an ugly sweater wrapped in Mateo's arms.

I boldly brush my body against his. He sits back, staring down at me. His large hands spread my legs like wings, massaging my inner thighs. His finger swipes down my moist pussy, and I cry out.

"More of your four play, mi querida?" His eyes burn with hunger, and I want it all.

“No, love. Make love to me.”

The need in his eye transforms into a ball of flames. He grabs the protection out of the side drawer, rolling it down his thick shaft and positions himself at my door. The rub of his head against my throbbing heat makes my hips move, I need him inside me, and I tell him.

"I told you, you'd want this. Didn't I?" A sinister smile spreads across his face matching the challenge in his eyes.

“Yes…” My pussy flickers. I’m done with this conversation.

“I want to hear you beg,” he growls.

“After you.” I push him back and take him in my mouth.

“Oh…fuck!”

I would laugh, but my mouth is busy. I take him until he fills the walls of my mouth. I work him until he can't utter another cocky word.

I want him to feel the earth move. I want to him to feel the insanity of us. I want to relieve the ache of the pain I caused him. I want to fill him with pleasure and joy, and wholeness. I want him to love me.

Walking around mad at the world taught me a lot about myself. What if this is my second chance? What if I can be wholly accepted and completely loved? The veins of his cock quiver against my tongue. He growls, trying to slip away, but I grip the base, massaging his balls in my hands, still taking all of him.

“My turn.”

I'm on my back so fast a laugh escapes. His face is between my thighs, tongue diving deep. My legs start shaking, and the pleasure of release is drawing closer.

“Aaahhhh….”

“Beg…” He demands. “Now…mi alma.”

I buck off the bed, but my hips are locked in his strong embrace. "Matty…"

He sits back, and it all stops. He grips the shift of his cock, teasing my pulsing heat.

“This is torture.”

"No, it's four play." He crawls up my body, his hot skin blazing mine until his mouth hovers over mine. I kiss him tasting myself. I wiggle my hands between us, trying to slip his cock inside, but he stops me. "Say please, mi alma.”

“Please…” If I’m his soul, he’s mine. And I knew it from the moment we met.

He slides in, and my eyes fill with tears. He strokes the fire he started, we're both groaning, lost in the moment. Words of love are whispered over my skin. I bite, scratch, and brand his body as mine until he races us to our death.

"Fuck…." He growls, falling beside me. My eyes dip closed. "Alexandria, you're mine. Here or Texas, I don't care. But we do it together."

“I know…”

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