He slides his fingers on the hem of my lace panties andgroans again. “You’ve been walking around with this sexy as sin underwear all night?”
“Always, actually. I love feeling sexy, so I wear lingerie every day, and sometimes no bra, like yesterday.” Today was different. The dress today required my breasts to look full, not like saggy potatoes, so I wore this matching set I love. The thong is mesh with little red bows on the waist and the bra—well, the bra is completely see through, with embroidered bows on the nipples.
“You look like a gift,” he says before he closes his mouth over my pussy and sucks, panties first, and then my skin. Damn, I’m so ready for him, it’s not even funny.
He kisses my belly, over my belly button, and when sees my breasts, he offers me another moan.
“Fucking hell, Daisy. If this is what you always wear, I’m going to have a really hard time keeping my hands to myself.”
“I can get used to that,” I say. He lowers his mouth over my nipple and bites it gently. There’s too much in between us. Too much fabric. Too much space. Too much everything. I want him now.
“Teo.” His name rolls off my tongue like a plea while he licks and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hums, and I feel it all the way down to my core, to my toes. I love how he can’t seem to keep his mouth away from my body. He makes me feel so sexy and desired, and I don’t think I’ll ever come down from this high.
“Too much.” They’re the only words I’m able to mutter.
He stops instantly, as if my words are iced cold water. “Is this too much? Are you in pain from yesterday?”
“No, silly. Notyou’re doing too much. There's too much space between us. There are too many layers between us.There are too many clothes on your body. All of that. I just didn’t have any words.”
The way he smiles at me makes my entire body hum.
“I can fix that,” he adds, and in one quick swoop, he removes his shirt. Damn, he’s hot. I all but strip him with my eyes, walking backwards to the bed.
“Sit,” he commands, and I obey, landing on the edge of the bed. He removes the rest of his clothes, his eyes not leaving my body. My breathing cranks up at the pure hunger I see in them.
“Bra, off.” I shiver at his tone and do as he says. Damn, bossy Mateo might be my favorite. My soft spoken, assertive, kind Mateo unravels at the sight of me, and I like it. I free my breasts, earning a guttural groan from him.
“I like how much you seem to like these,” I tease, bringing my hands to my breasts and pinching my nipples.
“Do it again.” I do as he says and roll my hips searching for friction. I wanthistouch, though, not mine.
He kneels in front of me, his hands traveling up my thighs to my underwear, pulling them down in one, quick swoop. I’m thankful he didn’t rip these ones off. I really like them. He peppers kisses up my legs and my thighs, all the way up to my core, and I moan.
“You have the prettiest pussy, Daisy. It’s so perfect.” He slides his tongue over my folds, and I welcome it, bucking my hips against his face and feeling his rough beard right where I want it. He licks, one, twice, and spits on me. So filthy. So mine.
“I want your dick. Now,” I gasp, and he chuckles.
“And you’ll get it, but we went pretty rough last night, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I can handle it,” I say quickly. I don’t want him to think I’m incapable of fucking two days in a row just because of my health conditions.
He chuckles as he softens his features, lifting his browns to meet mine. “I’m sure you can, but we have a lifetime, baby, and I want to make sure you can enjoy this.”
I open my mouth to refute, but he beats me to it. “Without pain. I want to make you feel good and only good.”
I pout. “Fine!” He lowers his head back to my center, licking the worries away. Damn, he’s good at this.
“Get out of your head,” he says before he blows on my clit and sucks it between his lips.
“Ah!” I gasp.
“Good. Relax.” I do just that. I relax against him and just let the pleasure wrap me up whole. It starts in my toes and reaches my belly in no time. He slides a finger in then two, stretching me so nicely around them. I’m chasing the high like a skydiver preparing to jump, and I’m ready to fall.
He doesn’t let me, though. As soon as he has me writhing and moving under him without restraint, he slides his fingers out of me and kisses up my body instead.
“I was almost there,” I say, and he chuckles.
