61. Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-One
Mateo
“ W hat?” Mari gasps.
I move my hands to the small of her waist, lifting and pulling her upward at the same time.
“Sit. On. My. Face,” I repeat slowly.
She shakes her head, her eyes wide.
“I can’t. That’s?—” Her words falter, catching in her throat as I lick my lips, looking at her pussy that’s getting closer to where I want it.
Her scent fills my senses, a heady mix of her natural warmth now mingled with the subtle sweetness of ricotta, citrus and chocolate. My mouth waters.
Her lips part slightly as she watches my every move. I meet her eyes briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth before I pull her down toward me. I let my tongue dart out and trace the sticky trail I left on her abdomen.
I press closer, my tongue dipping into the hollow of her belly button, swirling in slow, teasing circles.
She squirms above me, her fingers curling against my chest. Her reactions spur me on. The way her thighs tighten around me, the soft whimper she tries to stifle, every shiver of her body feeds my need to keep exploring her in ways that make her lose herself.
When I finally look up, her eyes are dark, bottomless pits of desire. My gaze falls to her lips when she moistens them. I turn my head, searching for the cannoli beside me and dipping my finger into the filling again.
This time I hold it in front of her lips. Her gaze flicks from my hand to my eyes, and then, deliberately slow, she leans forward, taking my finger into her mouth.
A groan escapes me as her tongue swirls over my skin, mimicking what she does when I feed her my cock.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, and damn, she’s good at it.
My cock is weeping, my balls painfully tight. If I let her go on, I might come just from having her intoxicating scent right in front of my nose and her wicked tongue sucking on my finger.
With a plop, I dislodge my digit from between her lips and yank her further up my body, lining up my mouth with her swollen, wet pussy.
I inhale her. Blowing my warm breath against her, she bucks up, but my tight hold on her doesn’t let her go far.
“Now, grab the headboard and don’t let go,” I growl as I push her legs a little farther apart.
She clutches it, her pussy hovering just above my mouth. I try to pull her all the way down before I circle her clit with my tongue, but she keeps a good grip on the bed, not allowing herself to sink lower.
“ Dolcezza , I want you to fuck my face,” I demand, as I swipe my tongue across her slit, hoping that’ll convince her to get comfortable.
She moans but doesn’t let her body fully relax. So I hook my arms over the tops of her thighs and pull her down.
“Teo,” she moans as I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling on it long and hard. “I’m going to suffocate you.”
I roll her clit between my lips, and she moans louder. Spreading her thighs wider for me, I open up even more of her to ravish.
“I’d be happy to go that way,” I tease, savoring the taste of her now mixed with the sweet cannoli.
I groan in delight. This is my new favorite dessert.
“Hmm, so delicious, dolce mia . I’m craving more. Give me all of your nectar. I want to suffocate in your dripping wet pussy. I want to feel every squirm, every spasm against my tongue.”
Lifting her with two hands, I slam her down on my face. I’m so goddamn ravenous for her.
With a thigh on either side of my head, I bury my face in her wetness.
“Ahh, this is… so good,” she pants, bucking her hips against me.
My tongue is relentless, and within seconds, she’s riding me, unable to stop herself. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
I love that she’s no longer holding back.
Her fingers clutch the headboard as her hips move in an erratic rhythm, seeking out the pace that brings her the most pleasure.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I grind her down onto my face. Her legs squeeze me, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my tongue. She’s close.
“Teo!”
She moans my name like a prayer, and I spear my tongue into her as deep as it will go. Her pussy pulses and she floods my mouth with her release, her body going taut as her orgasm crashes over her.
I lap up every last delicious drop. Easing my hold on her, I pepper kisses on her pussy, avoiding her clit which is too sensitive now to take any more caressing.
I pull her down on my body and kiss her so she can experience just how good she tastes. She moans as she licks my tongue. Then she lifts her head, staring into my eyes with a ravenous hunger.
“Teo, I need you inside me,” she begs, her voice laced with desperation.
Whatever control I thought I had shatters into a million irretrievable pieces.
My heartbeat, which had just begun to steady, takes off like a runaway train. Every ounce of blood in my body rushes south, leaving my head spinning.
My cock is trapped between our abdomens. It twitches and jerks, fully on board with what she’s pleading for.
Her need ignites something primal in me, something I’ve been trying so damn hard to hold back.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her right now. The thought of giving her everything, of being completely one with her, consumes me now that she’s asked.
But I made a promise to her, to myself, to wait until our wedding night.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The words echo in my mind, a desperate mantra as I battle the war waging inside me.
My body screams at me to give in, to feel her fully, to finally cross that line we’ve skirted so dangerously close to whenever we’re intimate.
I look at her. The way her body moves restlessly against mine, her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips.
I don’t want to wait either. God, how I don’t want to wait.
“Please, Teo. Make love to me,” she begs again, her voice so vulnerable, so open.
It does something to me I can’t fully explain. It goes beyond desire, something that reaches down to the very core of who I am. It’s love, raw and unfiltered, mixed with the most intense longing I’ve ever known.
Her eyes bore into mine, pleading, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
“Please fill me with your cock. Take me now.”