Page 33 of The One
Oh my god. He is.
My view of his lower body is obstructed by the back of the lounge.Dammit. But the expression on his face, the slight tightening of his lips, and the way his body tenses, gives the game away.
A scorching heat spreads through me, from my cheeks to the pit of my stomach. It then pools between my thighs, making it impossible to remain composed, especially as I’m still primed from before.
I should look away.
Actually, I should leave. If he catches me, he might throw me out of the house, or worse, send me back to Sicily.
But I can’t. I’m rooted in place, completely mesmerized by the sight of him lost in pleasure.
His lips part on a silent exhale, his features taut with blissful tension. His dark lashes flutter slightly, like he’s caught between reality and some dream world of his own making. The veins on his forearm flex with each slow stroke, his hand moving with a rhythm that is utterly hypnotic.
I’ve never seen anyone, let alone a man, self-pleasure.
My nipples tighten once more into hard beads, my body reacting before my mind can even take in everything that’s happening. The way his chest rises and falls, the slight clench of his jaw, the way his hand never falters in its steady, unhurried motion. It’s intoxicating.
I swallow hard, the dryness in my throat almost unbearable. But it’s not just my throat anymore, my mouth feels like the desert too. Seems like all my moisture is pooling lower, my body responding to him in ways I can’t control.
God, the temptation to touch myself to this sight is almost too much. Every inch of me aches for it, but the thought of closing my eyes, even for a moment?
No. I can’t miss a second of this, not a single movement, not a single expression on his face.
Does he sense I’m here?
I hope not. The thought of him knowing I’d seen him like this… I’d die of mortification.
Would he stop if he saw me?
Or would he keep going, knowing I’m witnessing every heated second?
I wish I could see his cock. I bet it’s magnificent.
Mateo’s breathing grows heavier, each exhale a slow, ragged sigh. His fingers tighten around himself, his strokes becoming more insistent, more desperate. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he tilts his head further back, exposing the long column of his throat.
I’m barely breathing.
Every nerve in my body is alight, my skin flushed. The way his body moves, the way he surrenders so completely to his pleasure, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
His hips shift, pushing into his grip, chasing the sensation. The tension in his body coils tighter. The sound that leaves his throat is a low, broken groan that sends a shiver through me.
I press my thighs together, my pulse hammering between them.
He’s so raw like this. Unrestrained. Unguarded.The Mateo few get to see.
And right now, Iacheto be the reason for his pleasure.
My nails dig into the doorframe as his hand moves faster, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.
A deep, strangled sound escapes him as his back bows off the couch. His mouth parts on a silent curse, his body shuddering as he finally lets go.
Oh, wow!
I bite my lip, watching as pleasure crashes through him.
It’s beautiful.
He’s so damn beautiful.
