46. Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Six
Mariella
Y ES!
Yes, please.
I want him to kiss me and never stop.
I run my tongue over my lips, and Mateo’s attention immediately drops to my mouth. Self-conscious under his penetrating focus, I bite my lower lip, but it only serves to intensify the hunger in his eyes.
Hmm, interesting.
Analyzing this cause-and-effect will have to wait, though, because his lips crash against mine.
Adrenaline floods my body, my heart leaps and I forget how to breathe.
Our mouths meet with passion and desire. Both his hands lift to cradle my face, angling my head for him to deepen our kiss. It’s long and hard and growing more heated by the second.
I moan as he bites my bottom lip teasingly before slipping his tongue into my mouth. He flicks it against mine and I get lost in this moment of us together.
God, I’m in an alternate universe. One where the hottest man alive is kissing me again!
Scratch that! He’s more than just kissing me. He’s devouring me.
How is this my life?
I’m so lost in him that I don’t even realize he’s shifting me slightly on his lap to pull me closer. That’s until I notice something hard digging against my hip.
Oh God! That’s his… his…
My brain short-circuits and I can’t help it, my body begins to gyrate and rub itself against him.
He moves his lips to my neck, sucking on my soft flesh, teasing my body to sing for him. And does it ever!
Every cell seems to hum, and electrifying sensations buzz through me.
I tug on his hair. Not sure if I’m trying to push him away because everything is becoming too much, or pull him closer because I can’t get enough.
Either would be futile.
Mateo is unmovable, taking from me what he wants, and I’m all too willing to give.
He takes my mouth again, stoking the fire building in my core. I’m burning up, moaning and writhing on his lap. I’m sure when I remember my actions later, I’ll be embarrassed.
But for now?
I’m too lost in him to care.
Mateo’s hands drop from my face, one slipping around my waist to anchor me in place, the other trailing down to my knee and slowly moving higher, caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh along the lace trim of my thigh-high stockings.
I can’t think, can’t move, can’t even breathe.
His fingertips trail up, and I burn everywhere he touches, my skin nothing but a map of little fires that consume the oxygen in the room.
Mateo’s eyes flare with heat.
“If I slide my hand further up your dress, will I find your pussy dripping wet for me?” he rasps.
A shudder rattles through me.
What?
He nuzzles my neck, licking the skin there, and peppering kisses up to my ear. He bites on my lobe gently, all the while drawing lazy circles higher and higher until he reaches my panties. And yes, they are soaked.
He brushes the damp fabric with his thumb, and I whimper. My nipples are so hard, they sting.
“So fucking perfect,” he coos, and I’m not sure what he’s referring to.
That I’m wet for him? That even the slightest of his touches makes me react? All of the above?
His fingers keep moving, and I arch into his caress. This feels so good.
More, more, please.
As if he’s heard me, Mateo pushes my panties aside, gliding one finger between my lips. He groans against my neck when he slides it up and down ever so slowly. Finding my clit, he circles it with the lightest of touches, but somehow I feel it down to my toes.
“Teo,” I moan, not able to say his full name. My voice is breathless and completely alien to me.
He pulls his lips from my skin, staring at my face as he increases the pressure on my clit. A throaty gasp leaves my throat as my head falls back.
Urges I never knew existed arise deep inside me. My body is like an exposed wire, ready to ignite.
“Oh my God,” escapes me when he works a finger into my pussy.
“I won’t go in too deep,” he assures me, and I’m relieved he’s thinking of these things, because I’m too swept up in sensations that are foreign, yet feel so right.
For a few seconds, it’s uncomfortable, but as he pumps that finger shallowly in and out, my body accepts the intrusion, seeming to suck him in and not wanting to let him go.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so wet, and hot, and so fucking tight.”
His thumb presses against my clit, drawing tiny circles. And with his finger moving just that little bit inside me, I burn alive with need.
My hips gyrate of their own accord, moving with the rhythm he’s setting. If I thought about it, I’d be mortified about riding his hand the way I do, but I’m too far gone to care about my actions or the fact that he’s closely observing even my smallest reaction.
“Such a needy girl,” he groans, desire lurking in his eyes. His lips trail kisses along my neck and up to my ear, nuzzling a spot that sends goosebumps across my skin.
This is torture of the best kind.
My heart thrums at a speed that has my head spinning. Chaotic sensations run through me, every nerve ending in my body awakened and begging for more.
I’m hurling toward something.
Something I’ve never experienced with another person.
“You’re almost there, dolcezza . Get ready to fly,” he coos in my ear, sheer possessiveness filling his tone.
The flutters in my stomach are fighting for a way out. My body pulls taut.
He ups the tempo, and I purr toward a peak. I clench around his invading finger, feverish with need.
His eyes are laser focused on me as he keeps skating his thumb over my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Teo,” I moan too loudly as I fall over the edge, unable to hold on to my sanity or my body any longer.
White lights explode in my vision and liquid bliss floods my veins as I surrender to the earth-shattering sensations rushing through me. He muffles my screams, slamming his mouth back on mine and kissing me until no air is left in my lungs.
I slump against him, spent and out of breath.
“Fuck, yes,” Teo growls as I open my eyes, which I hadn’t even noticed I’d squeezed shut.
His gaze is firmly on me, watching, mesmerized, with an expression of complete fascination on his perfect face.
“Wow, that… that was…” I stutter, unable to form a coherent thought.
My mind is mush.
Actually, my entire body is. It tingles and my limbs are weak. I’m not sure I could stand up without toppling over.
A pleased smile curves Mateo’s lips as he presses his forehead against mine, his chest heaving.
“Spectacular,” he finishes my sentence.