Chapter 28 #2
His abdomen tenses, breaths coming out in a choppy gust when I give him a squeeze, testing his weight in my hand. Maybe it’s a bad time to tell him no one’s touched me since we were together, that it’s always been him, so I settle for giving him a coy look and bringing him closer.
The shape of his wide cock juts between us, slashing through the air like he’s looking for me. Angry veins run along the top of his shaft, the purple-brown mushroom-domed head seeping at the very tip. The sight goes straight to my pussy, and I’m scared to look down at myself.
Matias reaches out, caressing the top of my pussy before sliding his fingers inside me.
His eyes fly to my face when he feels how ready I am for him, and when he wraps the same hand along his dick again, I can’t help the smug smile that takes over my face when I catch sight of my wetness glistening off of him
It only spurs me on when he rocks his erection against me, when the searing heat of his cock glides against my clit. I hiss, undulating against him, jumping in place when he slaps the underside of his cock against my oversensitive clit.
The sound is wet, and carnal and downright dirty. But when he finally notches inside of me and studies my face, I can’t help but give him a breathless smile.
He doesn’t break eye contact when he pushes inside of me.
Matias watches carefully, putting on the utmost exercise of restraint as he surges inside, inch by inch. The stretch goes from delicious, to full, to a little uncomfortable.
He stops. “Estas bien?”
I nod. “Keep going.” I can’t help but shift beneath him, freezing when his firmness lights up a spot inside of me. It feels so good I chase the feeling, reaching between us and spinning slow circles on my clit as I fidget on his length.
Matias breathes out through his mouth, hands steadying me as he tries to hold on to what little control he has.
“Baby, please.”
“You’re almost there.” I whine, shifting against his slick heat.
“I’m really not.” And if he could laugh, he would. There’s a sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead as we watch him slowly seat into me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He says sweetly, caressing my thighs. There’s just so much of him to take.
“You’re doing so good, mi amor.” Matias kisses my thigh, watching the place where we meet. “Show me how you play with your pussy. I want to see.” His voice is barely above a rumble, going straight to that needy place between my legs.
And really, he’s got to be a saint, because the way I flutter around him when I start drawing circles on my clit is almost enough to send me over the edge. He pushes inside in slow strokes, his jaw fixed so tight it looks like it hurts. I’m almost at the edge by the time he’s fully inside.
Matias lets out a big breath, finally leaning between us, carefully leaning his forehead against mine. He’s tense everywhere, like it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to let loose. Like every muscle in his body is dying to pound into me.
I kiss him, soaking in the moment, feeling absolutely stuffed.
And loving every second of it.
His back spasms when I skate my fingers down his spine, and I almost feel bad for him.
“You can move, you know.”
He doesn’t listen. Of course he doesn’t. He always thinks he knows better than me. And that’s why I don’t take mercy on him. Matias watches curiously as I root around my nightstand, coming back a moment later with my favorite vibrator.
“You’re really stubborn, Matias.” I whisper against his lips, my hand pinned between us when I flick the little purple bullet to life and hold swirl it around that spot where our bodies meet. I whimper when it finally finds the right spot, warm waves of pleasure cresting from between my legs.
I’d never had a problem taking care of myself—even before I met him. But lately, something’s been missing. It hasn’t been the same.
Turns out, it was the giant dick currently inside of me.
“Oh, fuck.” I moan against his jaw, moving involuntarily against him. Matias tenses, watching me with fiery eyes, jaw fixed as I use him like a toy. A hot, firm, wet, inescapable toy. The fullness fans the flickering licks of pleasure, and I can’t help the involuntary shudders against him.
I open my eyes, and he watches me, like he’s mentally challenging himself to see how much of my brand of torture he can take.
A battle of wills.
I grind against him, watching him through hooded, wanton eyes, coasting inch by inch to the delicious orgasm on the other side.
And he feels it, too. I start climbing, the walls in the room fading away, losing myself to the little point between us.
Matias starts breathing choppily, his belly shuddering as he tries to hold still for me.
I win.
Just before I’m about to come, he snaps. Matias reaches between us, snatching my wrists away, my vibrator falling somewhere on the bed as his hips snap back and forth in a steady thrust.
“Not yet.” He grinds out, setting an easy pace that has me seeing stars. My jaw slackens, and all I can do is watch as his glorious body moves against mine, pleasure and pain melting into one. “Wait.” He commands.
But it’s too late. When his hand comes up and wraps itself around my neck in an intimate caress, I break into a million pieces. Matias groans lowly, seating himself to the hilt as I contract around him.
“That’s it, mama, take me. Good fucking girl.
” He whispers, his beard tickling my ear.
His fingers tighten around my neck, around the edges, just a fraction.
Enough to be just a little lightheaded, for my body to float, dreamlike and euphoric in the heights of my orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathes. “You’re squeezing me so hard. ”
The orgasm feels like it goes on forever. My body pulses beneath him, a sweaty, wet mess.
“Breathe.” He coaxes, stroking my waist, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s not holding my throat anymore. To realize we’re laying in my bed, twisted together in my sheets, and not some alternate universe that exists for our pleasure.
When my vision finally clears, and I can actually see him, I can’t help the mischievous grin that flutters across my face. He’s watching me like the world will end if he doesn’t, his eyes flying between my face and my soaked pussy, breath coming in choppy movements.
I reach up, coasting my hands up his firm chest, tracing his tattoos and trying not to laugh when he frowns.
“You brat.” He mutters. “I told you to wait.”
“Or what?” I ask teasingly, pinching him. “You’ll punish me?” I must sound too eager at the sound of his brand of torture, because he shakes his head with a curse.
When it came to the bedroom, my orgasms always far outnumbered his.
Things haven’t changed much.