Page 53 of Love Me Darkly
He kissed his way toward her ear while grasping one of her thighs and pulling it open. He shoved the other one aside and then delved his hand into the opening of her jeans. His fingers stroked over the lace of her panties, tracing it in slow, hypnotizing circles. Melody fought to remain still, but violent tremors rocked her thighs, making it difficult to keep them placidly open as he teased her. He ran a fingertip along the edge of her panties, right where it met the crease of her thigh. He traced her slit, whisper soft, and nipped at the tip of her ear with his teeth.
The tight fit of her jeans only allowed him so much room to maneuver, but that was part of the thrill. Every now and then, a knuckle or a fingertip would accidentally graze where she wanted it most, and she would shiver. Pressure began to build in her core, expanding and filling her more and more with every touch, no matter how slight.
“Please,” she begged, unable to help tilting her hips. “Please, Mateo …”
“Easy, baby girl … I’ve got you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight as he finally—finally—slid past the barrier of her panties. The first stroke of his finger against her clit almost sent her rearing up off the bed. He applied pressure with the heel of his hand, deepening the twinge between her legs and keeping her pinned.
“You’re so soft and sweet,” he murmured against her ear, pressing harder, circling her clit in a steady rhythm. “So wet for me.”
She could feel it now that he was touching her. The way was slick as he dipped a finger slowly into her pussy and pulled it back out before returning to her clit. Her arms trembled around him, but she held on tight, certain her soul would fly free from her body any second. The pressure was building and building, tearing her up inside, warning her that he was about to steal the very air from her lungs. She could hardly breathe as it was, chest heaving as she fought to remain grounded. Sex had always been about control for Melody—control of herself, as much control as she could exert over her johns as possible, control of the when and where and for how long. But Mateo had wrestled that control from her, as he'd been doing from the very beginning. There was nothing she could do but lie there and feel.
As if he had read her thoughts, he kissed her neck and said, “I know you’ve been fighting your whole life, but you don’t have to fight tonight. Not with me. Let go.”
Melody closed her eyes and surrendered, unable to stop herself from hurtling toward climax at breakneck speed. The spasms began where his fingertip met her clit and then penetrated deeper, making her inner channel clench. She cried out against his shoulder, jerking and bucking beneath him, legs scrambling for purchase. She was falling, faster and faster with every passing second, left with nothing to hold onto except Mateo as he dragged her into a dark void of liquid heat. She thrashed against his fingertips, moaning and whimpering. He whispered in her ear, words she couldn’t make out through her own sounds of ecstasy, and kept stroking her in precise circles, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire being. He didn’t pull his hand away until she had gone limp, panting and swimming in a heady daze of euphoria.
Mateo kissed her cheek, then her shoulder and her nipple. “Such a good girl,” he crooned. “My good girl.”
Melody was still sinking but now she drifted, her eyelids heavy. She faintly registered him shifting his weight off her and then pulling her jeans down her hips, but couldn’t move a single muscle to help him. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and breathe as the aftershocks of her orgasm swept through her in waning flutters. Her panties came off next, and Mateo muttered something about adding them to his collection. Then, he was pushing her legs wide and lying between them. Melody was suddenly alert, her eyes going wide as she watched him stare at the offering between them.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling slowly closed. “Look at you … so goddamn perfect.”
She shook her head in resistance. He couldn’t mean it. He couldn’t look at her with such reverence, knowing on some level how many men had come before him, just how unworthy and tarnished she was.
His fiery gaze lifted to hers, defiant and challenging. His jaw wound tight, and for a second, Melody feared she had made him angry. His nostrils flared on a deep breath and his fingers flexed around her thighs, reminding her of his tight hold.
“You don’t get to tell me what I see when I look at you,” he growled. “If I say you’re fucking beautiful and perfect and mine, then you are. End of discussion.”
Melody couldn’t conjure a response because he chose that exact moment to take his first taste. Her lips parted on a sharp gasp when he flatted his tongue against her entrance, then slowly, excruciatingly, dragged it up to her clit. Her thighs squeezed inward, the stimuli almost too much after her first orgasm, but Mateo ruthlessly pulled them back apart and licked her again, slower this time but with more pressure. Fireworks sparked behind her eyelids, and her insides began twisting themselves into knots again, tangling more with every lick. When he closed his lips around her and sucked, Melody arched and went stiff, legs trembling. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her toes curled. She clutched the comforter and lifted her hips, forgetting his rule about being still, desperate and greedy for more. The touch of his fingers hadn’t been enough; she needed this, too. She needed his mouth and his tongue and his breath. She needed the rough sounds he made in the back of his throat as he consumed her like he was starving.
His middle finger tickled her entrance, a question, a request for permission. Melody bit her lip until she tasted blood, feeling like she would die if he didn’t push it inside.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice ragged and hoarse. “Please … please …”
He slipped his finger in slowly, pushing it in and dragging it out, curling it along the way to caress a spot inside her that nearly sent her spiraling. He teased it again and again, still steadily sucking and licking at her clit. He wasn’t a gentleman about it, panting and groaning and lapping at her as if trying to devour an ice cream cone before it could melt in his hands. And she was melting, becoming a puddle of pure sensation and bliss as he added a second finger and pushed deeper, until he was all the way in to the third knuckle. His strokes grew faster, harder, stabbing through her like lightning strikes as his lips and tongue sent thunder crashing through her world. The second orgasm ripped a scream from deep in Melody’s chest, her body going so taut she thought she might snap in half. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs to keep them open, working her through her finish and clear into another. Melody writhed and squirmed, her head thrown back and her throat hoarse from the cries he drew from her with every ruthless plunge of his fingers and swipe of his tongue.
He took his time pulling away, waiting until she had gone completely placid beneath him, breathless with her limbs splayed. She watched him from beneath heavy eyelids as he prowled up her body and settled between her spread legs. He jerked at the button and zipper of his jeans, and then the rough fabric was pressed to her tender inner thighs. The head of his cock kissed her opening, blunt and wide. She gave in to the urge to look at him, trace the line of dark hair trailing down his belly and leading to the curls at his groin. His cock jutted out toward her, long and impossibly thick, intimidating but enthralling at the same time.
Mateo caught her looking and gave her a slow, lazy smile that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m going to give you every inch, baby girl. Nice and slow. I’m going to break you open soft and sweet, then fill you up with me.”
He gathered her legs and pushed them wider, until the tendons at the joints of her pelvis were stretched taut, almost painfully. But it was nothing compared to the sweet agony of him impaling her with his cock. He went slow like he’d promised, nudging his head in, then a little more, then withdrawing before plunging and giving her the rest. She reached for him, needing to ground herself before falling again. This time, she wasn’t certain she would survive the plunge. He was breaking her open just like he'd promised, but with such aching tenderness that tears well up in her eyes. The first one fell when he bottomed out inside of her, resting as deep as he could possibly reach.
He dropped his forehead against hers and went deathly still. The muscles in his shoulders rippled and tightened with tension. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them just tight enough that she knew he wanted her like this, vulnerable and open and unable to put distance between them. He kept hold of her gaze while pulling out and pushing in, again and again, his hips rolling in a hypnotizing rhythm. She felt full to bursting, her greedy cunt clenching and pulling at him, urging him deeper, keeping him close.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect. Mine …”
Another tear fell, this one hotly scorching a path to her jaw before splashing onto her collarbone. He caught it with his lips, kissing it away.
“Look at me,” he commanded, the words gentle but their delivery giving her no choice. “You wreck me, you know that? You’re going to ruin me, I can feel it, but I … I can’t stop.”
He was trembling now, falling apart, his hips snapping as he increased the pace, changed the angle, and touched something inside of her she never knew existed. It sparked to life, stroked by every plunge of his cock, every stroke of his whispered breaths over her skin. The rough denim of his jeans abraded her inner thighs with every stroke, the zipper biting her with its teeth.
“No,” she pleaded, inhaling every breath he supplied. “Don’t stop … don’t ever stop.”
“Is this what you want?” he moaned, pushing harder, faster. “For me to tear myself apart for you … ruin myself for you …”
Melody couldn’t deny the truth; not here, not now. Not in this room where four walls boxed them in and forced them to confront what had been happening from day one. Shame fell away, and she raised her hips, inviting him deeper, reveling in the slap of his thighs against hers, the battering of his hips. He was unraveling, becoming more like the man from last night, feral and possessive.
