Page 81 of Until We Come Home

“You’re sure?” he asks, his lips hovering a breath over mine, his thumb at the hinge of my jaw, pressing until a whimper slips out of me that I couldn’t stop if I tried.

“Yes,” I breathe, as his cock slides against me again, so frustratingly close and never going in. My nails dig into his shoulders. “You’ve pictured this, haven’t you? You said you have. Tell me how you pictured it.”

“Like this,” he says roughly, staring down at me, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw while he holds it steady. “Nothing between us. You spread out under me, soaking wet and begging for my cock, looking at me exactly the way you are right now.”

His words send heat rushing through me. I lift my head off the mat and catch his lower lip between my teeth, biting down and pressing my hips up into him, trying to make him fuck me.

“Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” I whisper against his mouth.

“More times than I can count,” he grits out.

The thought of it—Mateo alone in his apartment at night, picturing me like this—makes me even wetter, if that’s possible.

“And when you pictured it,” I ask, “did you pull out?”

He goes still above me, his eyes on mine.

“No,” he says, his voice strained, his cock pressing harder at my entrance. “I didn’t.”

“Oh?” I arch a brow, my pulse going wild. “Got a little breeding fantasy going on?”

His whole body goes taut over me, his grip on my jaw tightening, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He doesn’t answer right away, and when he does, it comes out ragged.

“Only with you,” he breathes, pressing the head of his cock against me until my breath catches. “I’ve imagined filling you up and watching you take every drop. Just you. It’s only ever been you.”

I’ve always wanted kids someday, in some vague future I’ve never let myself picture too clearly. But all at once, the thought of Mateo’s kids, of a life with him, makes my chest ache with a longing so deep it frightens me. It tangles with how badly I want him right now, until I can barely breathe through it.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I rock up against him again.

“I like watching you beg for it,” he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock over my clit until I shudder. “I like knowing my sweet girl wants my cock this bad.”

“Mateo,” I plead, my voice cracking. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Something shifts in his face. The control he’s been holding onto starts to fray, and I watch it happen, his jaw working, his breath coming harder.

“You have no idea what those weeks did to me,” he says, his eyes burning into mine. “Watching you next to him at the lake. Watching him touch you like he had any right to.” His thumb presses into my jaw. “You’re never going to look at another man like that again. You hear me? You’re mine.”

And in this moment, every other memory washes away. My entire universe narrows to Mateo: his hand on my jaw, the intensity of his gaze, his weight pressing me into the mat, and the ache between my thighs that only he can fix.

“There’s only you,” I whisper. “There’s only ever going to be you.”

“Fuck, Mia,” he groans, his forehead dropping against mine, and then he presses into me like he can’t hold back another second.

I moan, my fingers digging into his back, his weight pinning me in place as he works his cock into me, slow and relentless, inch by inch. My eyes start to flutter shut, and his hand tightens on my jaw.

“Eyes on me,” he says, tipping my face back up to his.

I obey without thinking, and he pushes the rest of the way in while I’m looking at him, filling me, stretching me around him until there’s nothing left in me but him. For a long moment, he doesn’t move. He just holds himself there, buried deep, his hand still on my jaw, his eyes on mine, breathing hard, letting me feel all of him.

Then he starts to fuck me, slow and heavy, and my hips lift to meet every deep stroke. He hooks my knee over his arm and pushes it up toward my chest, opening me wider, driving even deeper, and I cry out. I take all of him, overwhelmed as he hits that exact spot inside me again and again, the pleasure building so fast my whole body starts to shake. My pussy clenches around him with every thrust, and he groans into my neck like it’s killing him.

He leans down to capture my mouth, pinning my wrists above my head without breaking that fierce, steady pace. I melt beneath him, unravelling under his focus in a way no man has ever managed. The coil tightens and I scream into the kiss, the dark intensity in his gaze the last thing I see before everything shatters.

My orgasm crashes over me in waves, and I cling to his shoulders like a lifeline while my pussy pulses around his cock. He groans against my mouth and drives into me one last time as he comes, spilling inside me, the heat of him sending another rush of pleasure rolling through me.

For a long time, neither of us moves. I stare up at him, stunned, and he lets go of my wrists and smooths my hair back from my face. He touches my cheek so tenderly that my throat goes tight, and then he leans down and kisses me again, slow and deep, and I feel like his. Where he ends and I begin is nothing but a blurred line.

He pulls back just far enough to look at me, his thumb still tracing my cheek.