Chapter 10 Swallow #2
“Thank you, I know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would love to taste you again.
” I swirl around his tip again and blow gently on it.
He tenses, and I follow it by bringing his dick into my mouth again.
Slowly, I make my way up and down his shaft, flattening my tongue and welcoming the stretch.
It’s so powerful knowing this man, as hot as he is, standing in front of me, feels so much pleasure at the expense of my tongue.
I moan around it when I taste a little bit of salt on the back of my throat.
“Daze,” he groans.
“Mm,” I hum, relaxing my mouth and throat and taking him deeper.
He brings his hand to my head, and I hum in agreement. Yes, please. Make me choke on it. As if he can read my mind, he pushes his hips slightly forward, and I groan, not taking my eyes off him.
“You’ll be my undoing.”
He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls gently, making me moan again. I spread my thighs and lower my hand between my legs. I need friction. I need pressure. I need something.
I bob my head back and forth, flattening my tongue as much as it can while making sloppy, indecent sounds at the taste of him. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, just how I want it, as he pushes gently forward, holding my head in place and pulling my hair.
I apply more pressure, closing my lips tighter around his dick while I stroke my clit with two fingers. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and he seems to think the same, gauging by the way he’s looking at me.
I suck, taking him deeper, groaning when he tenses.
“If you don’t want my cum down your throat, you need to stop now.” I hum in response. I don’t know how he’s even able to form coherent thoughts, but I speed it up, taking him deeper, moaning against him. Give it to me, I ask silently. I touch myself harder.
He holds my head tighter, shoving his dick deeper and making tears stream down my face.
His eyes open wide, and he tries to pull back at the sight.
I shake my head. I’m not done, and he doesn’t get to tell me what I can or cannot handle.
I take him deeper, gagging around him, but I relax, breathing through my nose one last time before taking his dick all the way to my throat.
“Daze,” he shouts and pushes his dick deeper again, shooting warm and salty cum down my throat.
I take it all in my mouth, slowing the pace and breathing through my nose, but I don’t swallow.
I want all of it in my mouth before I do.
I want a mouth full of his release, knowing I did this to him.
He pulls out of my mouth, painfully slow, drawing the moment out. I’m unwell. Unwell and I loved it.
“Did you swallow?” I shake my head, my mouth full of his cum, a closed lip smile plastered on my face.
His eyes flare again. “Show me.”
I open my mouth wide and show him every bit of cum I’m holding like the damn good girl I told him I could be.
“Before you swallow…” I cock an eyebrow, careful not to spill any. “...spit some in your hand.” Well, fuck. I nod and do as he says, no questions asked, making a mess everywhere.
“Look at me,” he demands again. I love bossy Mateo. “Swallow.” I do as he says. We didn’t even make it to the bathroom, so here I am, on my knees, cum running down my throat while I hold some in my hand and my clit pulses for this man.
“So obedient.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease, making him groan again.
His cum is starting to drip down my hand, but he doesn’t mention it. He just guides me slightly onto the ground so my back is laying on the cold floor, and I hiss.
“I know how you like your bed clean, so let’s just make a mess of the floor, yeah?” He knows me so well.
“Spread my cum all over your pretty pussy.” His orders are doing more to me than any touch could. I don’t question him; I just follow his command. My legs are partially closed, and he shakes his head.
“Open up and let me watch.” He’s still standing over me while I lie at his feet, completely exposed.
This is so fucking hot, and I don’t even know why.
I’m so turned on, it won’t take long to make me come again, even if I just touch myself.
A record for sure. I drag my fingers between my folds, spreading his cum, and when I don’t have anymore, I slide two fingers in.
If I don't get filled by something quickly, I might actually die.
“Atta girl."
Well, fuck.
I moan, my fingers sliding in and out as I arch my back, not taking my eyes off Mateo.
Mateo, who is lowering to his knees in front of me.
Mateo, who moves my fingers out of my pussy.
Mateo, who lays his head between my legs, his hands holding my thighs in place.
He licks his cum off me, and God, there’s no way this is real. There’s just no way.
“Mmm, something about you and me mixed together is euphoric,” he says.
“You can’t say shit like that and expect me to be fine after this,” I whisper.
“Am I ruining you, Daisy girl?” He lifts his face, looking at me from between my legs.
I’m resting on my elbows, looking at this man who devoured me earlier, and now he’s ready to do it again.
This man who has grown up with me, side by side, through the awkward stages and the heartbreaks, through highs and lows and everything in between. Yeah, he’s ruining me for sure.
I nod, unable to form words because I might actually cry.
“Good," he whispers. “That’s my goal. Ruin you for everyone else because you’re mine. You always have been.”
He goes back down, his beard rough against my skin. He licks, sucks, and bites every single inch of me like he’s on a mission. A mission to make me come undone. A mission to cement those words. A mission to make me feel and fall even more for him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, because as good as this feels, I just want him everywhere. I want to be filled by him.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think this would happen.”
“I’m on the pill.” Zero chill, Daisy. You have zero chill.
He nods. “I don’t want to push you to do something uncomfortable. I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I got tested after my last relationship.”
“Years?” Oh shit, I said that aloud.
“Mm-hmm. Turns out, the girl I knew I loved was finally single, and I wasn’t going to risk missing my chance again. Even if it took me two years to show her.”
I gasp. “Mateo, what are you saying?” Why are we having this damn conversation right now, when I’m seconds away from orgasming and he’s naked between my legs? Good grief, Daisy.
“You broke up with that jerk, and I wasn’t letting my chance slip away again. I love you, Daisy. I’m pretty sure I always have.”
“I’m negative too!” It’s the only thing I can think of right now. This is too much. Too many emotions. “No STDs, I mean. I got tested. I’m… We can… Fuck. I mean—”
“Shhh,” he chuckles. “If you’re sure, I would love nothing more.”
“Please,” I whisper again.
He lowers his face to my pussy, spitting on me, once, twice, then shoving two spit-covered fingers inside me.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan, and his deep chuckle echoes, landing right in my core. I’m not going to last. I just know it.
His torso hovers over me, his face mere inches away from my face, and his lips kiss mine, gentle and tender. He slides in slowly, allowing me time to adjust to him. “You’re so big,” I whisper.
“The right size for you. You’ll see.”
He kisses me again, breathing steadily and marking the pace. He slides deeper, and I moan against his mouth, arching my back and wrapping a leg around him. There’s so much space between us. I want his chest on mine. I want to feel him everywhere. All at once. Encompassing. Mine.
I pull him closer to me, and he lands on his forearms. His eyes search mine for something I can’t quite name, but I want him to know I’m here, that I’m his. I want him to fuck me until there’s not doubt in his mind. I roll my hips, and he drives all the way in.
I let out a sigh and bite my lips, not caring about where we are, lying on this cold ass floor, because in this moment, all that matters is that the man of my dreams is buried deep inside me.
“See? Perfect. I was made for you.”
He picks up the pace, eyes never wavering. He’s so controlled while I feel like I’m losing mine by the second. He holds my head with his hands, his pace moving faster, and with every stroke, he hits the right spot, as if this is nothing new, as if his body was meant for my pleasure.
He holds himself up with one hand while the other holds my leg and pushes it back towards my head, angling himself deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come.” Did I say that out loud?
My hands put pressure on his back, nails scratching, back arching, knees bending.
“Yes, come for me, baby.” I sure as hell did.
“Get out of your head, Daisy. I wish you could see how beautiful you look when you’re about to come. But I want you to make me feel it too.” His pace picks up, and he moans when my pussy squeezes his dick.
“Stop moaning like that, or I’m—”
He does it again. He moans louder, and when he reaches the spot again and he smiles at me, I have no choice but to come. Fast and hard and, oh my God, all around him.
“Squeeze my dick, baby, Just like that.” He closes his eyes, taking it all in. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He praises me over and over again, hitting the spot and not dropping my gaze. This is so intense. So beautiful. So perfect.
“You’re going to make me come again,” he whispers.
I wish I had the energy to say anything, but I don’t, and he doesn’t need it. One more pump and another scratch of my nails, and he spills inside me, warm and perfect as his breathing evens out and he slows his pace.
I moan softly, closing my eyes and dropping my leg wrapped around him. He slows his pace to almost nothing and drops his head next to mine. His face is nuzzled in my neck while our breathing syncs like it’s natural.
“I love you,” I whisper against his ear, and he tenses.
“I was hoping you did,” he whispers against my neck.
“I love you in all ways, but I love you like this too,” I coo.
He chuckles. “Good, because there’s no going back. I can’t have you like this once and never again. He kisses my cheek and slides out of me, leaving warm cum between my legs. “You ruined me too, by the way.”
He gets up, offering me his hand. I look around at the mess we made, the trail of clothes and sand, the mark of our bodies on the floor, and I immediately feel the heat rushing up my cheeks again.
“Don’t.” He shakes his head. “That’s why I said here and not in bed. The bed will be there tomorrow. This…this needed to be filthy, sloppy, and perfect.” He lowers a peck to my lips. “It was perfect.”
I nod, and he holds my hand, walking us both to the shower. The steam bellows quickly, and he steps us both inside.
Just as meticulously as he licked me, he does the same cleaning and washing my body.
There isn’t a spot that doesn’t get touched by his fingers, not a strand of hair that he doesn’t massage with the shampoo and then the conditioner.
He holds me in his arms as we rinse, almost as if he’s cashing a raincheck for not being able to touch me like this for years.
He even scrubs and washes between my belly and pussy, under the small rolls that have formed through the years like it’s nothing new for him.
He touches me like he loves every inch of my body and he doesn’t want there to be any doubt at all.
We step out of the shower, and he wraps me in two soft towels, covering my whole body. He squats next to me, picking me up newlywed style, and walks me to the bed. Our bed. Who’s smug now, bed? I ask myself, shaking my head and smiling softly.
“What?” he asks.
“One bed, and we didn’t even use it.”
“The weekend is not over. You, however, need to rest. And I would love nothing more than to rest by your side.” He lowers me to the bed and lifts the blanket to guide me in.
“I can’t go to bed with my hair wet or I’ll get a headache,” I say. His eyes show amusement and a question he doesn’t dare to ask.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”
“Did my mother tell you that? One of her old wives’ tales?”
I shrug. “Whoever it was, it’s true. But you can go to bed if you want.”
He gets up quickly, wrapping the towel around his hips and walking to the bathroom. In no time, he’s back by my side, a blow dryer in hand. He plugs it in and proceeds to dry my hair.
“I can do it.”
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.
I got it.” He rakes his fingers through my hair as he dries it, massaging gently and making sure it’s completely dry before he stops.
He lays me down on the pillow like I’m a delicate princess, removes the towel, turns the lights off, and drops to the bed behind me.
“All dry.” He kisses my cheek before retreating to his side of the bed.
“You don’t strike me as a non-cuddler,” I say, a little disappointed at the lack of warmth from his body on mine.
“I’m a cuddler.” His voice is laced with joy. “Are you?”
“I’m willing to find out,” I add, and he scoots closer, draping an arm around me, holding my breast and fitting perfectly behind me.
“Good night, Teo,” I whisper.
“Good night, dream girl.” I close my eyes and let today replay in my head. How do I keep him like this forever?