Page 66 of My Secret Bandit

I nodded.

He plucked one from the plate and dipped it in the rich sauce, letting it drip across my chest.

“Oops.” He chuckled. “Let me get that for you.” The slick heat of his tongue lapping up the sauce had me forgetting how to breathe. He inched the berry along my neck, leaving a chocolate trail for him to clean all the way to my lips where he waited for me to bite down. I sank my teeth in, letting the creamy sweetness of the chocolate and the tartness of the fruit coat my taste buds.

He lifted my shirt, tossing it across the room, leaving my bare chest open to him. Forgetting the strawberries, he pulled one long finger through the sauce and moved it down my chest, over the curve of my breast. He repeated his strokes on the other side before slipping up my neck. Slowly he trailed his mouth over his masterpiece.

I arched into him as he sucked one tightened nipple into his mouth while sauce covered fingers tugged on the other.

I pushed against his shoulder, rolling us over. My legs widened across his thighs, I grabbed the porcelain ramekin and drizzled thin lines over his chest, down the center groove of his abs and above the waistband of his pants.

“These need to go,” I said, looping my fingers under the elastic of his sweats and underwear.

He lifted his hips for me to slide his bottoms the rest of the way off, letting them fall over the edge of the bed. His hand twisted around my ponytail as I dipped down, running my tongue across his chest, abs, and waist, cleaning up the delicious mess I made. His eyes stayed on me as I went lower.

Taking his cock in my hand, I moved my tongue up his length before taking the tip into my mouth. The feel of his velvety skin against my tongue left arousal easing down my thighs. His groans encouraged me to take him deeper, using my hand to stroke when my throat wouldn’t allow another inch to enter. His hand stayed twisted in my hair while I sucked, licked, and savored him until he rolled us.

“Lay back, baby. It’s my turn.”

One yank left me naked, my own bottoms thrown somewhere on the floor before he grabbed the bowl. Spreading my legs just the way he wanted, he left a line of sauce dripping across my inner thigh, mixing with my own desire.

He bit at the soft skin, sucking before moving higher. When his tongue found my swollen clit and his lips closed around it, I latched onto his hair, loving the way his mouth moved against me.

Leaning over the bed, he dug the condom from the pocket of his sweats. He looked at me, a low groan leaving his lips as my fingers moved between my legs.

When I noticed him watching me, I paused.

“Keep going,” he encouraged, tearing the package open and covering his length while I massaged myself.

He hovered over me, lowering himself and taking my mouth with his tongue. With single smooth motion, he filled me. He took my arousal coated fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as he replaced them. His thrusts worked in rhythm with his fingers until I writhed beneath him. His face as beautiful as ever as he focused on the sensation of our bodies together. Then he pulled out, leaving me empty.

“Mateo,” I whimpered, the scent of our hunger and chocolate swirling around us, strengthening the need in my veins.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” He stood at the foot of the bed, his hands curled around my ankles and one strong pull had me meeting him there. “Turn over. I need to see this ass in the air.” I flipped, on my knees, my chest pressed into the mattress. Mateo’s large hand landed a smack on one cheek.

I jolted forward, loving the stinging warm pain it left behind combined with the soft, soothing rub he applied after. He did it again on the other cheek, his mouth lowering to kiss the bite away this time. I muffled my moans in the mattress when his teeth dug into where his hand had been. He went lower; his tongue following my seam from bottom to top and back down. He circled my clit, slow, heavy laps around the sensitive bud until my thighs quaked around him.

He bent forward, his breath on my ear. “Not yet. Hold on for me.”

With the tension growing in my stomach, I fisted the sheets with both hands, holding on to my release.

He lined himself up to my entrance, his hands on my hips guiding me back.

The noise I made as he filled me to the brim was one I’d never heard before. “Oh god, Mateo. I can’t. I need to.”

“You will.” Using my hips, he pulled me in further, deeper than I thought I could handle. But it felt so good, my body sagged, and I felt a cool damp spot beneath my cheek as my mouth watered. His pumps slowed until just his tip entered me. His hands caressed my back, sliding higher into my hair where he grabbed on tight. I moved beneath him, needing the fullness back, needing the sting, needing the release.

“Take it, Jameson. It’s all yours.” Heavy words encouraged me and I rocked back, my ass into his hips as far as my body would take him. I blindly reached for his arm, curling it around me to my clit. He circled me once.

“More,” I moaned. He followed my commands, his fingers rubbed harder, his hand wrapped in my hair held tighter and I rocked into him with fierce desperation.

“Come, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me,” he growled, feeling me pulse under his fingers, my body tight around him, milking every last ounce of pleasure.

Our moans echoed off the walls as our climaxes came seconds apart.

Breathless, sweaty and fully sated we lay in each other’s arms until our heart rates returned to normal.

“Come on. Let me wash you up,” I said, pulling his hand until he rose to his feet.

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