She looked forward once more, her hands tightening on his forearms that were wrapped around her. “So have I …” She paused before confessing. “Touched myself, thinking of you.”
The confession pulled out something primal and deep from within. “Fuck, Gabriella. You touched yourself thinking of me?” The words tore from his throat, ragged and desperate at the image of her fingers between her legs, pumping in and out. “Let me see it,tica.Show me how prettily you come with my name on your lips,” he begged. She let out a small gasp as he tightened his grip. “Can I touch you?”
She gave a small nod, and he groaned, sliding his hands up along the curve of her ribs where his palms cupped her breasts confined under the blanket. Her head tilted back, letting out a small, pained moan.
“Oh god, Mateo,” she gasped, her body pressing back into his with a desperation to match. “Yes, please. Touch me more.”
He peeled back the layers of fabric, revealing round luscious breasts with dark nipples that peaked in the cool air. The sight nearly undid him. He cupped them, rolling the nipples and tweaking them, relishing in the noises she made. “Fuck, you feel so perfect in my hands.”
He had only ever touched her a few times, not enough to map the curves of her beauty in the way he was doing now. It was edging him, his control tighter than a garrot wrapped around his neck. She was terrifyingly soft, a reminder of how fragile she was compared to the hard planes of his body from years of training.
“Touch yourself Gabriella. Let me hear you.”
He felt her reach down between her legs, his mind fantasizing her slender fingers slipping between her folds and circling around her clit in desperation. He knew she felt the distinct ridge of his cock pressing against her back, his desire for her undeniable. The blood rushed through him entirely too quickly. His heart beat like a war drum.
“You’re so pretty like thistica.All I want to do is fill you with my cock, feel your tightness squeeze and choke me while you scream my name.”
A low, needy moan pulled from her lips, eliciting a chuckle from him that rumbled deep between them. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Feel me stretch you out with my thick cock until you can’t breathe.” He pressed one hand to her stomach. “Feel me all the way here where I belong, buried deep inside of you. Fucking you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, past all pretense at this point. He loved the feel of her, grinding and pressing back to him. “I want you inside of me, Mateo. Please.”
“Not this time,tica.Let me help you come so you can sleep.” He nipped at her ear, twisting one of her nipples knowing it would border on the cusps of pain and pleasure before bringing his hand back up to tease the other. “Be good and listen for once.”
She whimpered, head tilting back onto his shoulder as he watched her eyes roll back in pleasure. “Mateo, please. I want … more.” Her hips flexed, unable to stay still, pushing back into him in a needy display of desire.
“You’re begging for a punishment, aren’t you?” He bit down hard where her throat greeted her shoulder, causing Gabriella to shudder and cry out.
“Mateo!”
He pulled away, licking at the teeth marks he left with his voice full of promise. “When we fuck, Gabriella, I plan to ring out all that fake hatred you carry and replace it with me dripping down your thighs.” He kissed her flushed skin. “You are mine, whether you want to admit it or not, and I will not let you go.”
He moved one hand away from her nipples, impatient now.I need to feel her more.He gripped her waist, pressing into her back until they found a rhythm they both seemed to groan into. “Good girl. You love fighting me, but when all things are said and done, you lean into my touch like the sweetticayou are.”
Gabriella reached down to grasp at his free hand, nails biting into skin. “I’ll be sweeter when you help me come, Mateo. Please.” She placed his hand back on her aching breast. “Don’t stop playing with me. I don’t think I can come unless you play with them both.”
“Desperate to come for me, aren’t you?”
She gave a shaky nod, sweat beading her temple and trailing down her slender neck where he lapped at it. She tasted as good as she fucking looked. Sweet and salty, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. “Fuck you taste so good.” He felt her orgasm nearing. The muscles in her body slowly began to tighten, winding up. She was gasping his name in both desperation and pain.
He couldn’t deny himself anymore. He wanted to feel her.
“Gabriella, can I help?” She stilled briefly before nodding vigorously. Removing her hand and finding his. “Yes, please.”
He almost came as she brought his hand down to touch her, his fingers finding her slickness with ease. “Look at how fuckingwet you are for me. I could come just from feeling how hot and slick you are.”
His fingers moved ruthlessly over her clit, alternating different patterns as he felt her get closer and closer. He plunged one, then two fingers into her, leaving a trail of obscenely wet sounds that had Mateo groaning into her sweat-slicked skin. “You sound fucking drenched, Gabriella. I love hearing you like this. A needy little slut, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t even know I could be this wet,” she confessed. “Fuck. I’m close,” she gritted out, the muscles inside of her tensing as he teased the sensitive slickness.
Fuck, I want to feel her, be inside of her so badly.Pleasure melted from everywhere he was touching, turning his entire body into a furnace.
“So close.” She leaned back once more against him, panting in rhythm to his own desperate gasps as he pumped into her back, keeping steady to match the way her hips tilted. It was a dance so intimate and profound, Mateo was sure this all had to be a dream.
He couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He knew she was giving him something she had not given to a man since her divorce. The knowledge of her trust kept him from bending her over and fucking her until neither of them could walk for days. He wanted to fill her up, cover her in his cum, and mark her as his. It was the scariest possessive need he had ever felt in his entire life, and she held his heart in her grasp.
A lesson in patience, he reminded himself by keeping his cock buried beneath the thin cloth that separated them.One I desperately hate right now.
He curved his fingers and she gave a full body shudder. “Oh we like this?” he teased, rubbing the sensitive flesh, knowing she teetered on the edge of the orgasm, her knees shaking. From his vantage point, he saw her toes curl.