“Mmm, something about you and me mixed together is euphoric,” he says.
“You can’t say shit like that and expect me to be fine after this,” I whisper.
“Am I ruining you, Daisy girl?” He lifts his face, looking at me from between my legs. I’m resting on my elbows, looking at this man who devoured me earlier, and now he’s ready to do it again. This man who has grown up with me, side by side, through the awkward stages and the heartbreaks, through highs and lows and everything in between. Yeah, he’s ruining me for sure.
I nod, unable to form words because I might actually cry.
“Good," he whispers. “That’s my goal. Ruin you for everyone else because you’re mine. You always have been.”
He goes back down, his beard rough against my skin. He licks, sucks, and bites every single inch of me like he’s on a mission. A mission to make me come undone. A mission to cement those words. A mission to make me feel and fall even more for him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, because as good as this feels, I just want him everywhere. I want to be filled by him.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think this would happen.”
“I’m on the pill.”Zero chill, Daisy. You have zero chill.
He nods. “I don’t want to push you to do something uncomfortable. I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I got tested after my last relationship.”
“Years?” Oh shit, I said that aloud.
“Mm-hmm. Turns out, the girl I knew I loved was finally single, and I wasn’t going to risk missing my chance again. Even if it took me two years to show her.”
I gasp. “Mateo, what are you saying?” Why are we having this damn conversation right now, when I’mseconds away from orgasming and he’s naked between my legs? Good grief, Daisy.
“You broke up with that jerk, and I wasn’t letting my chance slip away again. I love you, Daisy. I’m pretty sure I always have.”
“I’m negative too!” It’s the only thing I can think of right now. This is too much. Too many emotions. “No STDs, I mean. I got tested. I’m… We can… Fuck. I mean?—”
“Shhh,” he chuckles. “If you’re sure, I would love nothing more.”
“Please,” I whisper again.
He lowers his face to my pussy, spitting on me, once, twice, then shoving two spit-covered fingers inside me.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan, and his deep chuckle echoes, landing right in my core. I’m not going to last. I just know it.
His torso hovers over me, his face mere inches away from my face, and his lips kiss mine, gentle and tender. He slides in slowly, allowing me time to adjust to him. “You’re so big,” I whisper.
“The right size for you. You’ll see.”
He kisses me again, breathing steadily and marking the pace. He slides deeper, and I moan against his mouth, arching my back and wrapping a leg around him. There’s so much space between us. I want his chest on mine. I want to feel him everywhere. All at once. Encompassing. Mine.
I pull him closer to me, and he lands on his forearms. His eyes search mine for something I can’t quite name, but I want him to know I’m here, that I’m his. I want him to fuck me until there’s not doubt in his mind. I roll my hips, and he drives all the way in.
I let out a sigh and bite my lips, not caring about where we are, lying on this cold ass floor, because in this moment,all that matters is that the man of my dreams is buried deep inside me.
“See? Perfect. I was made for you.”
He picks up the pace, eyes never wavering. He’s so controlled while I feel like I’m losing mine by the second. He holds my head with his hands, his pace moving faster, and with every stroke, he hits the right spot, as if this is nothing new, as if his body was meant for my pleasure.
He holds himself up with one hand while the other holds my leg and pushes it back towards my head, angling himself deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come.” Did I say that out loud?
My hands put pressure on his back, nails scratching, back arching, knees bending.
“Yes, come for me, baby.” I sure as hell did.
