Mateo pulls away from me, allowing me to catch my breath for but a moment before his lips slowly travel lower. He nuzzles the side of my neck, peppering it with soft kisses and tiny bites as he goes. I moan in complete surrender.
One hand covers my breast, gently palming it over the thin shirt before his hand falls to my thigh, fighting its way beneath the material. He grabs a handful of bare breast and twists one of my nipples.
He squeezes the bottom of my breast and rolls my nipple, almost to the point of pain, to that sweet boundary between pain and pleasure that leaves me aching. I whimper through parted lips, spreading my legs on instinct.
His eyes search mine, a lazy smile on his lips. “You like that?” he whispers, squeezing harder.
I wiggle beneath him, moaning louder. The sparks dance all over me. “Yes,” I pant, “feels so good.”
With his free hand, he sweeps it over my stomach and to my thong. He trails his fingers lower and lower until he’s brushing my clit with just his fingertips. I hiss, and he skips that spot to slide a finger through my wetness.
I am completely drenched from him playing with and teasing me. His hands become bolder, he lets go of my breast to lift more of the shirt and pull it up so more of me is exposed for him to admire.
He’s driven me to the point where I want to rip everything off myself that so much as brushes my oversensitive skin, so I can feel only the heat of his body against mine. Mateo slowly peels the shirt up, exposing my breast to him, he leans down to latch onto the nipple. His tongue swirls around the stiffened peak and his teeth scrape against it, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
Mateo has re-awakened the beast that Ezra woke up and abandoned. Mateo’s fingers pull away from my wetness, and he rubs it off on my white thong, using the fabric to tease me. My mouth parts in a silent moan. I’m at his mercy and wouldn’t have it any other way.
He rubs my clit through the soft material of my thong, in a lazy circular motion, the material clings as it gets soaked. My body grows hotter until I am writhing and panting, utterly unaware of anything but his fingers as he pushes my thong to the side. I almost come undone when his fingers make skin-to-skin contact with my throbbing bundle of nerves.
Shamelessly, I open my legs wider, hitching up the shirt even more. Mateo slowly eases two fingers into me, pulling away from my nipples to watch them enter me. “Fuck. Kat, you’re so tight.”
I whimper, as he languidly moves his fingers in and out, curling them upwards. My arms find their way around his neck, clinging to him as I admire the beautiful man I just marked as my own.
He leans over and plants a hot kiss on my lips, almost as if asking me for permission, he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. I watch, blushing, as he sucks up my juices that coat his fingers, and he groans.
Ripping at the shirt, and tearing it off, his eyes roam possessively over me. He growls low, his eyes flickering to those of Ares. He pushes my trembling thighs down, so I’m spread apart for his ravenous gaze.
He stares so long at my pussy, my entire body burns in a combination of shame and need. Sparks zip up my spine. This beast wants to ravage me, and I want him to. I am tired of the tension that has built up between us over the past week.
He takes two large fingers of his left hand and spreads my pussy lips, while his other hand rubs my clit in firm but rapid circles, driving me to the edge. My fingers grip the edge of the counter and I rock my hips back and forth, I’m so close to what I want.
“What a good girl,” he purrs at me. “Keep yourself open nice and wide, I want you to come hard for me, so I can see if you taste as sweet as you fucking smell right now.” he groans and his movements speed up.
I come almost entirely at his command, my body jerking beneath his expert touch, but he doesn’t let me come down for long. Instead, he moves down, and he laps at the juices dripping from me, sucking on my clit, making me jump. He twirls his tongue around my pussy to get every last drop.
“Mateo,” I whimper, my hips moving off the counter, gyrating against his face. I can’t help it, despite just having had an orgasm, I want another. I cry out, my fingers finding their way into his hair, curling into fists as I hold him into place against me.
“Yes!” I scream, my entire back arching as my eyes roll back. I’m already close, it’s building up so strong in me, I can feel I’m going to shatter apart at any second. Without looking up from his godly work, he grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me lower, spreading me apart even more for his gluttonous tongue, like I am some sacrifice. “Mateo, oh God, don’t stop,” I pleaded, my hips not stopping moving against him.
It only encourages him to nibble and suck on my swollen clit harder, until I’m biting my bottom lip. “You like that?” he pulls up long enough to ask, before licking at my clit with the tip of his tongue. “You taste fucking amazing, Kat,” he compliments me before sucking harder.
I thrash beneath his touch, my brain turning to rubbery jelly. Mateo doesn’t pause in the slightest, pushing my body harder and harder, doing his best to make me hit that beautiful point again. My hips move frantically until I am rocking against his face. I am greedy, and I want nothing more than to come all over his tongue.
His tongue delves deep into me again, brushing the tip of his nose against my clit, that tiny amount of friction is all I need to come undone. I scream through my release, body locking up as every muscle tenses and I come violently against his face. He licks me greedily, holding my shaking limbs apart as he cleans me, lick by torturous lick.
I tremble as I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. Mateo nibbles on my thigh and stands up, pushing his erection against me, letting me know just what my orgasm has done to him. Instead of pulling his pants down and having his way with me, he leans over and captures my lips again, letting me taste myself as his tongue invades my mouth once again.