He fucks me harder.
His forearm is beside my head, his hips slamming into mine, and I can hear the headboard tapping the wall, and I don’t care, I don’t care, I just need more.
“Come for me,” he says against my ear.
“I’m close-”
I can feel myself tightening around him, the orgasm building low in my belly, spreading outward. I dig my nails into his back and he shudders and his rhythm stutters and-
He pulls out.
“No-” I start.
“I’m close.” His voice is strained. “I don’t want to - not yet.”
He flips me.
It’s so fast I gasp - one moment I’m on my back, the next I’m face-down on the pillows with his hands on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. I hear the condom come off, the tear of a new wrapper, and then he’s inside me again from behind, deeper this time, and I have to press my face into the pillow to keep from crying out.
“Like this,” he says, and his voice is wrecked. “I want to watch you.”
He fucks me slow and deep, one hand on my hip, the other braced on the headboard. The angle is - god, the angle is - I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can only feel him sliding into me again and again slowly, hitting a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“Mateo-”
“I’ve got you.”
His thumb finds my clit from behind, circling in time with his thrusts, and I come apart.
It’s not quiet.
The sound tears out of me before I can stop it - a sharp, broken cry that I barely recognize as my own. His hand slaps over my mouth a second too late, but he doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop touching me, and I ride out the wave against his palm, shaking, whimpering, completely undone.
He waits until I finish.
Then he pulls out, turns me over, and lowers his head between my legs.
“Mateo-”
His mouth is on me before I can finish the thought. Hot and wet and knowing, his tongue finding exactly where I need it, and I’m so sensitive from the first orgasm that I nearly scream when he licks me. I grab his hair hard and he groans against me, the vibration sending another shockwave through my body.
“You taste-” His eyes are dark. “Fuck, Elida.”
He says my name like it’s sacred.
Then he puts his mouth back on me and I stop thinking entirely.
MATEO
We’ve done this before, when we got interrupted.
But I want to be the reason she falls apart on my tongue.
The way she moves, the sounds she makes, the way her thighs tighten around my head when I find the right rhythm - none of it is performative. She’s not trying to be sexy. She’s feeling and letting go. The trust in that undoes something in my chest.
I curl my tongue and suck her clit into my mouth and she comes, her body twisting. I work her through it until she goes limp.
Then I crawl up her body and kiss her softly. She tastes herself on my lips and makes a small, surprised sound.
