“Is this what you want?” he rasps, sliding a hand down to cup my ass, fingers digging in possessively. The sensation makes me arch, a moan slipping free.
“God, yes,” I breathe, head falling back. “Please.”
His mouth curves into a wicked smile against my collarbone. “Please what?” He rolls his hips again, more deliberately this time. The friction sends sparks through me.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, nails scraping down his back. “More, please.” My legs tighten around his waist.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he groans.
He squeezes my ass, using his grip to pull me tighter as he continues to rock against me. The delicious pressure builds. My thighs tremble. His hands slide between us, fingers dipping beneath the lace of my panties. The fabric is soaked.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers, voice rough. Hisfingers explore, circling and teasing until my hips buck against his touch.
He withdraws slowly, eyes locked on mine as he brings his glistening finger to his lips. My breath catches as he slides it into his mouth. “You taste better than I could’ve imagined,” he groans. “So sweet. So perfect.”
I whimper as he presses against me again, the friction maddening. “Please, Mateo,” I breathe, rolling my hips. “I need more.”
“Tell me what you want, chula,” he says, gripping my waist as he rocks against me harder. The pressure builds with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “I’m going to come,” I gasp, body trembling. “Mateo, I’m?—”
The world dissolves into a broken cry as pleasure crashes through me in violent waves. My body arches, every nerve igniting. My vision blurs as I shatter completely against him.
“That’s it,” he growls, tightening his grip. “Let go for me.”
I’m helpless to do anything else. My body convulses, sensations rippling through me. When I finally come back to myself, I’m panting, still quivering.
Mateo eases back, eyes dark with hunger. He carefully sets me down. My legs wobble. “Dress and panties off. Heels stay on.”
The commanding tone sends a fresh thrill through me.
“You like that, chula? Like when I tell you what to do?”
“Fuck, yes,” I admit. “I love when you take control.”
I unzip my dress and let it fall. My panties follow. The cool air hits my skin, but it’s his gaze that makes me shiver.
“You’re fucking perfect, Analyse. A goddamn goddess.”
“Your turn. Everything off. Now.”
His brows lift, but a slow smile spreads across his face. He strips quickly, and when I see him, all of him, I go still. Holyfuck. He’s huge. Thick. Long. My thighs clench at the thought of him inside me.
“See something you like?” he rumbles.
I swallow. “More than like.”
“Touch me.”
My hand wraps around him. Velvet over steel, hot and pulsating in the palm of my hand. He groans as I squeeze.
“Just like that,” he encourages, eyes hooded, dark with desire. “God, your hands are perfect.”
I stroke him slowly, watching his face as pleasure washes over his features. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking with restraint. It thrills me to see him fighting for control, to know that my touch affects him just as deeply as he affects me.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper.
His eyes flash. “Are you sure?”
