Chapter 8 #2
He knows damn well that I have my signal to use if I need him to stop. He trusts me to use it just as much as I trust him not to kill me.
The first thrust is a shock to my system, sliding deep so quickly I don’t have time to prepare. I can hear myself whimpering. I can feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, but it’s almost like it’s happening to someone else.
There’s nothing quite like a throat fuck to trigger an out of body experience.
“Good kitty. God, fuck, that feels so good.”
He’s deep in me now, his stomach pressing against my forehead as he tilts my head up and drives his cock further down. Every three or four thrusts he pulls out a bit further and I gasp for air, choking and crying, but then he’s right back inside me.
Before long, the lack of constant airflow coupled with the adrenaline in my bloodstream starts to make me feel like I’ve taken some kind of drug.
I’m seeing stars with a full body high. It’s magical and terrifying and so, so fucking erotic.
My clit pulses between my legs to my own heartbeat.
I take that as a good sign—it means I’m still alive.
I snake one hand between my legs, chasing the drumbeat of my own arousal.
“Yeah, kitty. Touch yourself. Are you going to come with me?”
I’m not sure, all I know is that I have to relieve some of the pressure between my legs. When my finger finds my swollen clit, I can’t help but moan—just as Mateo forces his tip back into my throat.
“Fuck yes, that feels so good.”
I’m on fire with the pleasure from my fingers and the unbearably sexy knowledge of just how much I’m pleasing him.
I flick my finger over my clit and slide another into my dripping pussy.
Mateo’s fist is so tight in my hair, his hand gripping my neck, his cock wedged inside me, pausing there as he sucks in a deep breath.
It’s over for me then, my orgasm exploding out of me in a strangled moan. Mateo loses his control as well, pulsing down my throat with a mighty roar. When he pulls out I gasp for air.
When he releases my hair, my head falls forward, mouth hanging open. Most of the liquid falls from my mouth onto my bare thighs, as my throat spasms through swallow after swallow, trying to convince itself that the danger has passed.
When I finally calm down enough to look up, Mateo is watching me with his cock in his hand, his eyes dark with desire. “You are unbelievably sexy, you know that?”
I swallow again, running my damp hands through my hair in a half assed attempt to straighten it.
Mateo grabs my wrists and pulls my hands to the sides, tossing them into my lap. “Don’t ruin it. You look perfect. Perfectly fucked.”
I can’t help but smile at that.
“I felt you come, little kitty. Does that mean there’s a mess down there waiting for me to clean it up?”
I nod and move back so I’m sitting on my butt, leaning back against the sofa. I let my knees fall to the side.
“Up,” he commands, sitting back on his heels.
I obey, climbing shakily to my feet.
“Strip.”
My mouth falls open as I glance nervously around. “Here?”
Mateo shrugs. “No one’s getting through that storm anytime soon, Kitty. It’s just you and me.”
I know he’s right, but I can’t help but glance at the window as I start to pull off my sweater.
The air has a chill to it that feels good against my hot body as I slip down my jeans and panties.
I sit on the edge of the couch and spread my knees for him once more, the lust in his dark eyes giving me the boost of confidence I need to let my fear go completely.
“Mmm, yes, I see,” he says, crawling toward me to press my legs wider. “You’ve made quite a mess down here, haven’t you?”
There’s no need for me to answer.
Mateo dives into my pussy face first, lapping at the sensitive flesh as I squeal and cry out. It doesn’t take long, however, before his touch turns from overwhelming to pure pleasure.
His tongue knows just how to move in my folds, just how to find the perfect spot to flick and rub. I feel him enter me with his finger, and it quickly becomes two fingers and then three. Four. He stretches me open as I lay my head back and moan.
“Greedy little kitty always did like getting her pussy stretched.”
It’s true. The soreness from taking his cock just hours before in bed weaves into the feeling of his fingers hitting my g-spot over and over, giving me just the right mix of pleasure and tingling pain. “Yes, Matty, just like that.”
He murmurs his agreement and tongues me faster, harder.
I come quickly, the blinding pleasure overtaking me as his fingers continue to pump in and out.
He’s lapping me up, drinking me like his favorite cocktail.
I pour myself into him, letting the sound of my ecstasy escape my lips in sharp, happy cries.
When he finally pulls away, the heat from my drenched pussy keeps my fire stoked. I lift my head from where it fell back on the sofa and watch as he works himself, hardening cock clenched tightly in his fist.
“I’m about to fuck you right here in front of the Christmas tree, would you like that, kitty?”
I smile and nod, glancing up at the glittering decoration briefly before bringing my eyes back to the carnal need in Mateo’s eyes as he firmly jerks his cock.
“Why don’t you get yourself in whatever position you want.”
I look around, trying to pick the perfect spot.
On the sofa looking out at the storm?
Standing against the hearth with the stockings rubbing against my stiff nipples?
On my back looking up at the mistletoe?
I decide I want them all but start by crawling to my hands and knees until my face is just inches from the tree. I can smell the fragrant pine as I hear Mateo getting in position behind me.
“Dirty girl, always wants it from behind.”
“I’m the sleigh,” I say, glancing over my shoulder bashfully. “And you’re riding me to Christmas.”
“Jeez, am I Santa in this little fantasy?”
I nod and Mateo laughs, the sound resonating down to my bones.
“Not happening. How about you’re the naughty little girl who isn’t going to get any presents unless she takes my cock and likes it.”
“That sounds good, too.”
“And because I know you’re still down there pretending I’m Santa, we’re going to start this off with a spanking.”
The man knows me so well.
He lands a few sharp smacks on my ass and I cry out—but I know he’s just warming up.
When he comes around to my side and takes a handful of my hair, pulling my neck taut, I know it’s time to settle in for my punishment.
At the first slap, I squeeze my eyes closed. I can’t hide my face with my head held up like this, so whatever I’m feeling will be on display for Mateo to see.
Just how he likes it.
I moan and whimper as he spanks me, letting tears of joy and pain run down my cheeks.
Mateo licks them off my cheeks in two long, slow swipes as he holds my head up.
When he lets my hair go, I drop down to my elbows, needing a rest, but also wanting to open my pussy up to him further. A brand-new rush of desire swells between my legs.
He moves around behind me and rubs his palms over my sore ass. “You’re really getting the full gamut, aren’t you? All the old tricks coming out of the bag.”
“Like Santa,” I offer, my face still pressed into the carpet, muffling my words.
I know Mateo hears them because he lands one last slap on my sore ass, harder than ever. I squeal in surprise and protest, but wag my ass at him anyway.
I’m rewarded with the mind numbingly delicious sensation of Mateo filling me. He does it slowly this time, pressing his tip into my body in one long, leisurely stroke.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs as he drags himself back out just as slowly.
When he starts another slide, just as slow as the last, I moan with impatience. “Matty, I can’t take it.”
“Can’t take it, huh? You want me to fuck you hard so you can forget,” he says as he does just that, gripping my hips and offering a few punishingly hard, fast thrusts.
But then he slows once more. “But I don’t want you to forget, Cat. I want you to remember.”
His words bring tears to my eyes, even in the face of overwhelming pleasure. “You want to punish me?”
He scoffs out a dark laugh. “No, I think there’s been enough punishment today. And for the last eight years.”
His pace starts to pick back up gradually. “But I want to remember. I want you to remember. What we had, what we almost lost, and how it feels to be back together like this. I don’t want us to forget what’s at stake here.”
I can’t speak through my mixture of happy tears—and mournful ones. As Mateo slowly, lovingly, massages my insides with the tip of his cock, I do remember. I remember everything we promised each other. All the plans we made for our future together.
I remember exactly how much we have to fight for.
And I finally get enough courage to try.
“I remember, Matty. I’ll never let anyone keep us apart again.”
My words are the magic spell that sets us both free.
With a growl, he pumps me harder, reaching down to slip his finger over my clit. I bite my lip and ride the mounting wave of bliss as he rocks me back and forth. I can hear his breathing start to catch and quickly suck in one of my own, desperate to feel the moment of climax together with my love.
I get there just as he comes inside me. As I clench and spasm, I look up into the branches of the decorated tree and smile. I really couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.
Mateo carries me up to his room to shower, tenderly washing my body in the last of the lukewarm water from the rapidly cooling water heater. When we’re finally snuggled back on the couch, I can hardly make myself look away. The reality of him being here with me is almost too good to be true.
Mateo seems to agree.
“I can’t believe we’re finally here together. I hate to admit it, but after eight years, I’d almost given up hope that you were ever going to contact me,” Mateo says, setting his empty plate on a side table.
I shake my head and look down at my barely touched plate of sliced fruit and pastries. “I wasn’t going to contact you. I couldn’t.”
He sighs and pulls me toward him. “It should have been me who found you. I never should have let you go like that. What a damn fool I was to just think you’d abandon me after all we’d been through. I should have known something was wrong.”
It’s my turn to sigh. “Something is still wrong, Mateo.”
“I know. And if I could have stormed into his room last night and confronted him about it, I would have. We don’t have to put up with this, Cat.
We’re adults now, we can make our own choices.
I decided to go into medicine rather than join the family business, so he can’t hold my career over my head.
My portion of the family fortune is already in my name, set up by my grandfather’s will.
He doesn’t have any actual power over us. ”
“My mother.”
“She’ll come live with us. I’m only back right now because I’m taking a job on Faraday Island. Some guys bought the old White Sands and turned it into an upscale, destination resort. They hired me to be the full-time in-house doctor.”
His plan sounds perfect, especially the idea of getting to live in the islands again, but the uncertainty still hovers over me. “You’re sure you want to saddle yourself with me and my eighty year old mother?”
Mateo laughs. “Well, now that you mention it…” He stands and fumbles around in the pockets of his sweater until he finds what he’s looking for.
When he drops to his knee, my hand flies to my mouth as I gasp.
“Cat, Sylvia, my love. My one and only. The sun and stars in my sky. Will you marry me?”
Until this moment, I hadn’t realized this was the confirmation I so desperately wanted. The last layer of security. I wanted to risk everything, leave my life behind, for this man. But I needed this promise from him to be sure.
“Yes, Matty. Of course.” I get the words out before emotion cracks my voice.
Mateo slips the diamond on my finger and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles. When I take my hand back, the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen adorns my finger.
It’s a simple gold band with round solitaire and two small opals to either side. It’s absolutely perfect.
“It was my grandmother’s ring. My mother wore it for the first few years of marriage, before my father bought her the big one.
It’s always been meant for my wife. I used to carry it with me.
It was in my pocket when I left for Chicago.
” He pulls my hand back to his and gives it one more kiss.
“The one time I came home after I moved, it was to bring the ring back here for safe keeping.”
The sadness of what we nearly lost threatens to overtake the moment. “Oh, Matty…”
“No, no. No sadness. We made it back here and the ring was waiting for us to pick up where we left off. And wouldn’t you know, it’s the perfect fit.”
It really is. I give the band a spin on my finger as happiness swells inside me.
I finish my cold breakfast before we curl up together on the couch.
Mateo pulls a soft throw over us and I allow the heat from his body to seep down to my bones.
I’m not sure how long I lay in his arms before I drift off or how long I sleep, but when I’m startled awake, our peaceful little bubble bursts.
We should have escaped when we had the chance.