Page 114 of Anything But Lonely

There’s something about being in nothing but my bra and underwear while Mateo is still fully dressed. It’s intimate. Erotic. And it sends a shiver down my spine.

He leans closer, his lips pressing against my neck. “You’re a dream, baby,” he murmurs along my skin as he kisses his way down my chest between my breasts. Pressure builds deep in my core as he slowly reaches for the straps of my bralette, and that’s when I lose any and all patience, taking matters into my own hands.

I reach for the bottom of my bra, lifting it off over my head as I stand. Then I bring my underwear down my legs, stepping out of them.

I’m completely naked, fully exposed in front of him, and he’s kneeling at my feet.

He takes me all in, and I can see the moment his patience snaps in half, losing any and all control he had a moment ago.

“Lay down.” The command in his voice goes directly to my core.

There’s no stumbling around his words or blush creeping up his neck. Instead, there’s only confidence and self-assurance in the way he waits for me to do exactly what he says.

As I lay down, Mateo lifts my legs over his shoulders, his bruising grip on my thighs opening me up for him. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he whispers against my inner thigh.

And then his tongue is parting me, causing my back to arch and a moan to escape my lips at the contact. He circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, licking, sucking, and nipping at the skin until I’m a writhing mess.

My hand finds his hair, almost involuntarily, and I pull at the strands. “Fuck,” he says against my pussy before he dives back in, his tongue relentless against my clit. His forearm comes down over my hips, holding me steady as he devours me, pinning me to the couch as he growls against the sensitive skin.

I hold him against me, lifting my hips to meet his tongue. “That’s it, baby,” he breathes, “show me how much you need my mouth on your pussy.”

“Mateo,” I pant, “please, don’t stop.”

I’m a complete and utter mess in his hands as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I feel the pressure building, and then he’s pushing two fingers inside me, knowing exactly what I’m asking for when I can’t form the words.

My thighs start to tremble as I lean my head back, closing my eyes.

And then he stops. His fingers retreat, his movements ceasing, and I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by the whine that escapes my lips. “No,” I manage to say, looking down to find Mateo watching me.

“Eyes on me,” he orders. “I want you to watch as I make you come all over my tongue.”

My lips part, but no words come out. All I can manage is a nod because I have no choice but to follow his command.

He picks up exactly where he left off, and it takes everything in me to keep my eyes open.

Watching Mateo between my thighs is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me. But he doesn’t let up, drinking every last drop as he slides his fingers in and out of me, applying the perfect amount of pressure to have the waves of pleasure rolling through me over and over again.

And then Mateo is groaning against my clit, my name on his lips as his hips roll into the couch.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe as we both come down.

“Holy fuck,” he repeats, his breathing heavy.

“Did you come?” I ask.

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” he says, crawling up my body, pressing kisses until he finds my lips, and my clit thrums at the taste of me on his lips. “You taste so good.”

My stomach flutters at the admission—how I made him come without even touching him. The thought lights a fire inside me, and I truly don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of this man.

“We should probably get you cleaned up,” I whisper against his lips.

We barely make it in the shower before my lips are around his cock, sliding my tongue over the smooth, sensitive skin, feeling him get hard again in my mouth.

He leans his head back in the stream of water before he looks back down at me like he can’t actually believe I’m here on my knees for him.

I work him up and down, pulling almost all the way off, teasing the slit of his cock before playing with the silver ring at the top of his shaft. His hands tangle in my hair, pushing lightly for me to take him all again.