His hips buck beneath me.
"I want to bury my face between these," he says, kneading at my breasts. "And then my cock. Will you let me come on your face Storm Cloud?"
My mind is blank as I dig my nails into his chest.
"That wasn't a no," he says with a pinch of my nipple.
"Now you're curious what my noes are?" I ask, pausing my movements. "You want to talk now? When your big, hard cock is buried inside my soaked pussy?" I shift my hips a tinge, and Mateo goes feral beneath me, bucking his hips and gripping my tits hard enough to leave bruises.
"That's better," I say, taking over, pulling off his dick, only to drive back down hard. His eyes roll back as the veins in his biceps thrum. He's so fucking pretty. I take a mental photo so I can remember him like this. Disheveled hair, blue eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping my tits.
"God, you feel good," he says. "I don't know what I like better, when you're riding my face or my cock."
"Touch me," I say. "Please."
"Touch yourself. Show me how you did it while you thought of me." He drops his hands to my ass, gripping it tight as I slide my fingers down my body and between my legs.
"I can call you next time," I say. "Really give you a show."
He swallows, his eyes trained on my fingers, the ones sliding over my clit, fast and hard. I roll my hips harder, driving him deeper, the intensity building again.
"Every time," he says. It's followed by a groan, and an aggressive jerk of his hips. "Call me every time."
"Yes," I say, catching up to the speed he's clearly after. "Yes. Oh God, yes."
"Fuck." Mateo forces my hand out from between my legs and grips my neck, guiding my face down to his. "I'm going to come," he says against my lips. "But next time, next time you're going to swallow it."
And then his tongue tangles with mine as our hips meet in a fervor I wasn't expecting. He drags his hands down my sides, as if committing my curves to memory. I bite his lip, and he pushes back against me. His forehead is against mine as he grits his teeth, swallowing back a groan as he comes.
We're both still for a moment as we catch our breath, his blue eyes finding mine, searching. I don't want to know what for. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear and it's too much. I slide off his spent cock and fall on my back beside him.
I'm not sure what happens now and the silence between us is growing. Do I thank him for the explosive orgasm? Do I get up and leave? Do we shop for toy boxes? My brain is spinning.
"Do I really look old enough to be your dad?" he asks, breaking the silence as he removes the condom, placing it on a few tissues on the nightstand.
I burst into laughter. "No."
"Okay, good."
"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.
He rolls to his side, facing me. His eyes are wide when he says, "Why? Was it that bad?"
I swat at him. "I'm serious. Have you?"
"No, have you?"
I shake my head.
So now what? I stare at the ceiling, count to five and get out of bed. Mateo's eyes follow me, but he doesn't say anything as I gather my clothes and start putting them back on.
He stands, gathering the condom and heads to the ensuite bathroom.
"Go eat something. Food is probably on the front porch. Cold. I'm gonna hop in the shower."
I give him a thumbs up, because I'm a flustered fucking fool, and then watch as the butterfly on his ass disappears behind the bathroom door.
While Mateo showers, I use the time before I have to pick up Coop to do some much neglected homework. I'm usually better at staying on top of it, and you'd think with my non-schedule work schedule, it'd be a little easier, but I'm continually distracted. By Mateo, by my sketchpad, by the drawings of him in said sketchpad.
