Page 73 of Not For Keeps
Instead of answering, I sink to my knees. The hardwood floor is unforgiving against my skin, but I barely notice the discomfort. All I can focus on is him. His scent, his heat. The way his breathing has turned ragged and shallow as he watches me with those dark, hungry eyes.
I take him in my hand again, feeling the weight of him, the silky smooth skin stretched taut over hardness. My lips part, and I flick my tongue out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. The salty-sweet flavor makes me moan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, one hand coming down to cup my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I look up at him through my lashes, maintaining eye contact as I take him into my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight, a raw desperate need in his touch. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, savoring the way his breath catches when I swirl my tongue around him.
“Dios mio,” he groans, his accent thick as he struggles tomaintain control. “Just like that, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. My hands grip his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch beneath my palms as I work him with my mouth. I pull back to lick along his length, then take him deep again, finding a rhythm that has him panting above me.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you.”
I release him with a soft pop, my lips swollen and slick. He helps me to my feet, his hands steady on my arms, and I find my balance on the heels.
“Bedroom,” he says, but I shake my head.
“Here. I don’t want to wait.”
His eyes darken further. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I turn slowly, my pulse hammering as I place my palms flat against the cool surface. The anticipation is electric, making every nerve ending sing. I can feel him behind me, the heat of his body so close but not quite touching.
I hear the rustle of his pocket, the sound of foil crinkling between his fingers. I glance over my shoulder, watching as he prepares to tear open the condom.
“Wait,” I whisper, my voice husky. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
His movements pause, eyes meeting mine with a question burning in them.
“I have an IUD,” I assure him, my breath catching as his hand slides up my spine.
His breath catches. “Are you sure?”
I nod, my eyes never leaving his. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel every inch of you. Please.”
A groan escapes him, primal and raw. The foil packetdisappears back into his pocket as he steps closer, his chest pressing against my back, lips grazing my ear.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice a rough whisper that sends shivers cascading down my spine.
I comply, widening my stance, the heels clicking against the hardwood. His hands skim down my sides before gripping my hips. I arch my back, pressing against him, desperate for contact.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “So damn beautiful. Spread wide for me. So perfect for me.”
I feel him position himself at my entrance, the blunt head of him pressing against my slick pussy. My breath catches as he slowly pushes inside, stretching me inch by delicious inch. The burn feels so good, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that makes my knees buckle. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady as he continues his relentless advance.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s fully seated, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
I’ve never felt so completely filled, so utterly possessed. He’s everywhere—inside me, around me, his scent filling my lungs with each gasping breath. When he begins to move, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in, stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Mateo,” I groan, my fingers curling against the wall. “Please…”
“Tell me what you need,” he says against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “I’ll give you anything.”
“Harder,” I gasp, pushing back against him. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
Something primal flashes in his eyes, sending liquid heat pooling between my thighs. His grip tightens, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
“Anything for you, mi vida,” he growls, and then he’smoving with purpose, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last.
