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Lucy
Giggling as I lifted my wine glass to my lips, I took a small sip, and Mateo smiled broadly. His deep, brown eyes glimmered in the evening sun, a faint breeze rustling his ear-length locks, and I set my glass down to lean my head on his shoulder. Gazing out at the dogs wrestling over a huge rope toy, I practically burst with happiness while he caressed up and down my back.
I didn’t want to drink too much. One glass of wine was more than enough.
“My mom refused to talk to me about sex. There was a point where she refused to talk to me at all.” Scrunching up my nose in disdain, I inhaled deeply, and Mateo grunted softly in acknowledgment. “I haven’t heard from her since we got back. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not.”
“It’s a good thing until it’s not, and then we’ll work through it.” My heart fluttered at Mateo’s murmur, and he squeezed me to his side to sigh softly. Gently, he took my hand to kiss my fingertips, and my breath hitched when he met my eyes firmly. Suddenly, I felt like I was fourteen again when his other hand cupped the back of my head, and goosebumps washed over my bare arms and down my legs. His face drew closer, and my lids fluttered closed in expectation just before his lips brushed mine.
So unlike our intense, spontaneous make out sessions before in the kitchen, this kiss was slow, tentative, and my fingers flexed to curl around his palm. Mateo’s lips were soft, his clean-shaven chin smooth against mine, and he inched a little closer. His heat slithered along my skin, and delicious shivers raced down my spine. Reaching my free hand to his cheek, I sighed when he pulled back and licked my lips, savoring his taste in the darkness behind my eyelids.
“Let’s go inside.” My mumble tightened his grip on my fingers, and I cracked my eyes open before we stood up. Tingles shot down my legs, and Mateo tangled our fingers together as we left the wine and the empty plates behind on the porch. There wasn’t any furniture in the living room, but I knew he had had something delivered. Urging me up the stairs first, we walked in silence, and my gasp was overly loud above the blood drumming in my ears.
There were little, purple petals on the landing, and I paused as shock stalled my brain. Mateo really went all out for tonight, and he wrapped his arms around me to hold both my hands against my abdomen. Nudging me the last four steps, his breath tickled my neck, and I bit my bottom lip when he smiled against my skin.
The petals stood out on the beige carpet, and I followed them to the last bedroom on the left side of the stairs. Pushing open the door, already slightly ajar, the rose-tinted hue in my vision deepened as my lips parted in admiration. There was abeautiful, four-poster canopy bed in the middle of the room, complete with drapes.Sheer drapes!Soft colors, like cream and more purple and shades of light blue flittered delicately down.
“This is a good plan. I like this plan. It’s gorgeous, Mateo.” Shuffling around me, Mateo downright grinned as my heart grew too full to contain. He hooked his arms under my leg and around my back, and I giggled when he swept me off my feet. Kicking off my heels, I threaded my fingers through his hair as he sauntered toward the bed. “You set all this up for me? I really needed it.”
“I just have great timing, don’t I?” Humming in agreement, I tightened my hold when Mateo’s hands left my back, and he pushed open the sheer curtain. Climbing onto his knees on the bed, he plopped me right in the center. The hue in the air made him glitter, almost, as he gazed down at me, and I reached for him as the ethereality of this moment clung to my ribs like tar.
“Mateo . . . “ Neither he nor I were virgins, but that’s what it felt like— the heat of anxiety, the tentativeness, the intense realization that this is going to change mylife. Goosebumps blanketed my skin when Mateo shuffled between my knees, and my heart throbbed with emotion that stung the backs of my eyes. He’d worn slacks and a nice button down, and I was in no rush to take anything off as the coarse fabric caressed my thighs.
“Lucy . . . ” My name was reverence on his tongue, and Mateo kissed me with all of the passion he could muster and none of the urgency of earlier. Moaning softly as pleasure skittered down my jaw and neck, and I raised my arms to get them out of the way. His hard, muscular chest rippled withpower, and he dropped to prop his elbows on either side of my head. Slipping his tongue past my teeth to tangle with mine, his taste numbed my senses as pleasure pooled in my abdomen.
Caressing down my sides, Mateo gently fingered the zipper of my dress, and I gasped into his mouth. My breasts spilled out when I sucked in a sharp breath, and goosebumps surged down my chest. His lips lifted from my own to trail down my chin, and I craned my neck in acceptance.
Bright eyes of melted chocolate met mine, and Mateo kissed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the valley between my breasts. The friction of his grinding sent a hard shiver up my spine, and I arched into his mouth with a gasp. His bulge pressed insistently against my core, and his shoulders rippled powerfully under his shirt when he tugged my dress down. Blood drummed in my ears as the soft polyester scraped my skin, and I lifted my butt while he scored my skin with his teeth.
“Oh.” Mateo sucked my nipple into his mouth as he tossed my dress away, and my little gasp squeezed from behind the lump in my throat. Panting softly as pleasure gripped my ribs in a vise, I fisted the sheets above my head to close my eyes. Hard, familiar hands strafed down my abdomen and hips, and I inhaled sharply as my lungs burned, only adding to the barrage.
Tiny shocks skittered along my skin when Mateo hooked his thumbs under the strap of my thong, and I bit down on my bottom lip as wanton thrill surged through my veins. Leaving my breasts lonely, he peeled away my panties to caress my outer thighs and down my legs. My heart pounded hard, flames licking up my neck, and he threw my thong in the direction of my dress before I managed to sit up.
Unfastening the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly, I panted lightly, and Mateo cupped my face with both his hands to kiss me. The passion behind his lips was scorching, and I moaned into his mouth as I palmed the defined planes of his chest. Shirking his shoulders when his shirt flapped open, he released my face as I pushed and tugged his shirt off completely. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he hoisted me into his lap, and I gasped as goosebumps swept down my back.
My fingers trembled as I undid the button on his nice jeans, and Mateo thrust as he balanced on his knees. He hadn’t been wearing shoes or socks, and I reached into his pants to palm his hard, hot rod. Prickles rattled up my arm, and he sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue paused its dance against mine. Pumping his cock as he pushed down his pants with his free hand, he groaned into my mouth, and my core clenched tightly.
“Fuck, Lucy.” Shuffling around to get out of his jeans, Mateo’s voice strained as my juices leaked out of me, and I rolled my hips with a moan of my own. Pleasure invaded every cell in my body, and he released me to rifle around his jean pockets. The faint crinkle of the condom wrapper barely rose above the need pounding behind my eyes, and he wrapped his hands around mine to roll the latex down his shaft.
“Make love to me.” Mateo gripped my hips as I flung my arms around his neck, and our kiss deepened. My abdomen throbbed with need, and he pulled back to poise between my seeping folds. Thrusting to coat himself, to ease the friction, my entrance ached with anticipation, and I balanced on the very tips of my knees.
The bulbous head of his cock stretched my entrance, and our kiss paused as the whole world came to a standstill. Even my blood stopped pumping through my veins as Mateo’s tongue stuck to mine, and he thrust into me in one, easy movement. The air knocked from my lungs, and I arched sharply as his nails dug into my flesh. Powerful sinew pulled taut against my breasts, and his heartbeat furiously against my ribs to match my own. Every last drop of strength in him reverberated through me, and I clamped down on his cock as euphoria rampaged through me.
“Lucy . . . ” Murmuring my name into my mouth, Mateo’s hand flew to the back of my head, and he pulled back as the pressure mounted behind my shuttered lids. “Lucy. Lucy.”
His shaft stretched my walls as they undulated wildly, and his mouth ravaged mine as he repeated my name over and over again. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I melted into his chest from the heat, the beautiful friction of his chest grinding against mine. My nipples throbbed, rubbed raw from his light coating of chest hair, and his faint abs flexed against my abdomen when he thrust up. Filling my channel, his cock sent spasms of ecstasy down my thighs, and I moaned softly as I came undone.
The pulsing veins wrapping his cock beneath the latex beat against my walls, and I surrendered to the rapture. Mateo thrust slow and deep, his kiss seating my lips and the fire of us dampening my skin. When I cracked open my eyes, my vision was washed in such gentle, soft colors, and I shivered when our lips parted. Ducking into my neck, Mateo breathed ragged breaths as I struggled even that, and I hugged him tightly. His smell mingled with mine to coat my brain thickly, and his sputtering gasps and soft, high moans were faint in my ears.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a whimper lodged in my throat, and Mateo tightened his grip on my hips to push them down. His cock throbbed wildly, his sputtering breaths rolling down my shoulder blade and drying the sweat beading down my back.
“Oh,fuck, Lucy!” We were soclosein every imaginable way, and I tensed when Mateo groaned my name gutturally. Pleasure roared in my ears, stole my senses, and I trembled wildly as we came together. His hips clung to mine, his muscles bunching up as he stammered breathlessly, and I undulated wildly around his shaft. My ears rang, my head heavy, and I forgot to breathe as I reveled in this beautiful moment.
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Mateo
