Page 119 of The One
Oh God! That’s his… his…
My brain short-circuits and I can’t help it, my body begins to gyrate and rub itself against him.
He moves his lips to my neck, sucking on my soft flesh, teasing my body to sing for him. And does it ever!
Every cell seems to hum, and electrifying sensations buzz through me.
I tug on his hair. Not sure if I’m trying to push him away because everything is becoming too much, or pull him closer because I can’t get enough.
Either would be futile.
Mateo is unmovable, taking from me what he wants, and I’m all too willing to give.
He takes my mouth again, stoking the fire building in my core. I’m burning up, moaning and writhing on his lap. I’m sure when I remember my actions later, I’ll be embarrassed.
But for now?
I’m too lost in him to care.
Mateo’s hands drop from my face, one slipping around my waist to anchor me in place, the other trailing down to my knee and slowly moving higher, caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh along the lace trim of my thigh-high stockings.
I can’t think, can’t move, can’t even breathe.
His fingertips trail up, and I burn everywhere he touches, my skin nothing but a map of little fires that consume the oxygen in the room.
Mateo’s eyes flare with heat.
“If I slide my hand further up your dress, will I find your pussy dripping wet for me?” he rasps.
A shudder rattles through me.
What?
He nuzzles my neck, licking the skin there, and peppering kisses up to my ear. He bites on my lobe gently, all the while drawing lazy circles higher and higher until he reaches my panties. And yes, they are soaked.
He brushes the damp fabric with his thumb, and I whimper. My nipples are so hard, they sting.
“So fucking perfect,” he coos, and I’m not sure what he’s referring to.
That I’m wet for him? That even the slightest of his touches makes me react? All of the above?
His fingers keep moving, and I arch into his caress. This feels so good.
More, more, please.
As if he’s heard me, Mateo pushes my panties aside, gliding one finger between my lips. He groans against my neck when he slides it up and down ever so slowly. Finding my clit, he circles it with the lightest of touches, but somehow I feel it down to my toes.
“Teo,” I moan, not able to say his full name. My voice is breathless and completely alien to me.
He pulls his lips from my skin, staring at my face as he increases the pressure on my clit. A throaty gasp leaves my throat as my head falls back.
Urges I never knew existed arise deep inside me. My body is like an exposed wire, ready to ignite.
“Oh my God,” escapes me when he works a finger into my pussy.
“I won’t go in too deep,” he assures me, and I’m relieved he’s thinking of these things, because I’m too swept up in sensations that are foreign, yet feel so right.
For a few seconds, it’s uncomfortable, but as he pumps that finger shallowly in and out, my body accepts the intrusion, seeming to suck him in and not wanting to let him go.
