Mateo is at my side at once. “We can stop at any time. Even now. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” I nod, then square my shoulders. I can do this.
His gaze is tender, and he leads me to the bed. I feel better when I’m lying down on the soft mattress. I’m grateful that Mateo doesn’t make me explain that I really want this to happen again, that I know I should better control the nervousness on my face, but that I can’t.
Mateo crawls on top of me, straddling my body. I feel even better when he is there, and I relax into the pillows and gaze at his beautiful, sparkling face. He kisses me again. Kissing Mateo is always fantastic.
His hands move over my chest, and he takes off my shirt, then slips off my sweatpants. He kisses me everywhere, deep openmouthed kisses that suck up my skin, like he wants to inhale me. Warmth blooms from me in a dozen different places.
He gets off of me, then eases me to roll over. My heart beats faster all over again, because yes, lying face down on the bed naked is the sort of thing that means sex is coming.
And though I’m excited…
I’m also nervous.
I’ve never done this before.
Mateo trails kisses down my spine, and his hands move along my body, moving from location to location, muscular plane to muscular plane.
The world is only Mateo.
And then he is massaging my bottom. His strong, firm hands are exploring it, kneading me like dough. He presses kisses on my globes, then he reaches around me and finds my cock.
It’s hard.
Of course, it is.
It’s hard and leaking, its habitual state when Mateo is massaging me. I am his, and he knows my body better than I do.
He marvels at each section of my body. But then he must have studied each part during his training.
Mateo’s fingers brush over my cock, and I scramble up because I want him to have the best access. I bury my face in my pillow, vaguely conscious that I am thrusting my bottom in another man’s face, that I am behaving in a manner that would surprise my Mannheim teammates.
I don’t care.
And when Mateo slides his hands over my cock with more force, I really do notcare.
And when…
My heart stops.
Because in the next moment, Mateo is spreading my cheeks, and in the moment after that, he is licking me.
There.
My most intimate, hidden place.
But Mateo is licking me there like he really enjoys it, like all of me is appealing.
I’m barely conscious of the sound of a plastic cap opening. Mateo keeps on running his tongue over my hole. Then he rubs his hands together and lifts his head.
I feel a finger being inserted into me.
It’s warm and nothing like the cold, too-large dildos that I tried to push inside of me under my covers in Mannheim. He wriggles his finger, exploring me.
It’s good.
Of course, it’s good.
