CHAPTER TWENTY VERA #2
“Fuck, Vera.” He tore his lips away from my throat and leaned back, his breath as ragged as my own.
My hands slid to his front, trailing up those washboard abs to the dusting of black, coarse hair on his chest.
The cabin’s outside lights were on. They were losing the battle with the night, but they cast enough of a silvery shadow into the room to reveal the heat in Mateo’s eyes. And the worry.
“You’re shaking.”
I was? I felt it then, the trembling in my legs and arms. It was only nerves. The good kind of nerves.
“We can stop.” He swallowed hard.
Oh, hell no. We weren’t stopping. I shifted to sit up, forcing him to ease away. And when I had enough space, I ripped the hoodie over my head and tossed it to the floor. “Don’t stop.”
The corner of his sinful mouth turned up. Then he was on me in a flash, his hands taking me beneath the arms to hoist me higher into the bed. Somehow, at the same time, he managed to strip off my T-shirt.
My bra came next. The trembling stopped, the nerves erased by lust the moment his lips captured a nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh, God.” My skin, my bones, melted beneath his hot mouth.
He cupped my breast, kneading my flesh as he tortured that swollen peak with his tongue and teeth. Then he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
He trailed his lips down my sternum, shifting lower to dip his tongue into my navel. Then he pulled at the waistband of my pants, easing them down my legs. My panties came next, dragged over my thighs in slow, torturous inches.
Goose bumps broke out across my skin as a smile toyed with my mouth. Mateo Eden, my Mateo, was stripping me bare.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Vera.” His voice was hoarse. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and found his waiting.
“I see you.”
My heart stopped. A full stop. He saw me. If there were any lingering doubts, they were gone by the time my heart started beating again.
I put my hand to his cheek, his stubble rough against my palm.
He twisted, kissing the inside of my wrist, then moved lower, taking my knees and pushing them apart.
His warm breath tickled my skin before he kissed my thigh. “Has anyone ever done this to you?”
“No,” I confessed. High school boyfriend Seth and I had only been together twice. Both times had been nervous and awkward and we’d focused more on the deed than foreplay.
Mateo dragged his tongue through my slit.
I gasped, nearly coming off the bed.
His hands kept me pinned and he hummed a word I couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded a lot like mine.
Every fleeting thought left my mind as Mateo fluttered his tongue on my clit. There was nothing in the world but his mouth and this pleasure. God, I loved his mouth. I hadn’t spent enough time appreciating his mouth.
I panted and writhed as he lapped at my center. My whole body trembled, my toes curling into the bedding. The peak came so fast that my orgasm surprised me. One minute I was on Mateo’s bed, the next I was in the stars.
He licked me relentlessly as I pulsed. He drew out the release for what felt like hours, until finally, the white spots in my vision cleared and I came back to earth.
“Delicious.” He wore a smirk as he stood from the bed, like he’d just won a prize. Then he stripped out of his jeans, setting himself free.
I propped up on an elbow and my mouth watered at the sight of his cock, long and thick.
“You’re . . .” Holy God. Definitely different than High School Seth.
Mateo went to the nightstand to retrieve a condom, rolling it on his length. Then he climbed on top of me, settling into the cradle of my hips.
He kissed my neck, whispering those lips against my pulse until I was trembling again. There was an ache in my core, a need to be filled, the desire so strong it was like that first orgasm hadn’t even happened.
“Vera.” He pushed the hair away from my face, then lined up at my entrance. “Close your eyes.”
I shook my head. I’d spent years memorizing Mateo’s expressions. This one had never been mine. Now that it was, I wasn’t missing out. So I kept my gaze locked on his, taking in the midnight blue of his eyes, as he brought us together.
I moaned, stretching around his length.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
That sexy throat. I leaned up and dragged my tongue across that bump.
Mateo groaned and eased out only to thrust in again, this time rooting deep.
I whimpered, moving beneath him as he brought us together, over and over. His strokes were measured. Controlled. His eyes fluttered closed, his jaw flexing like he was holding back.
Next time, I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to be real and raw and unrestrained. But tonight, he fucked me slow.
Thrust after thrust, he rocked me to the edge.
I came on a gasp, my heart thundering as I exploded. Pulse after pulse, this orgasm put the first to shame. It was like shattering into a million pieces and when those pieces came together again, I was someone new.
Mateo’s. I was Mateo’s.
“Fuck, Vera.” He gritted his teeth, holding back for a moment. Then he came on a roar into his pillow.
We were both entirely spent and boneless when he collapsed on top of me. I savored his weight, breathing in his scent, until he rolled to his back, taking me with him as he positioned me on his chest.
Below my cheek, his heart was hammering.
He brushed an errant lock of hair away from my cheek before finally shifting us apart.
While he went to the bathroom to deal with the condom, I hugged a pillow, fighting sleep.
When Mateo returned, he curled his body around mine, holding me close. And just as I was drifting into dreamland, his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Mine.”