Calah
Mateo dives into the bed next to me. His dark eyes rove over my body approvingly and it only makes my core wetter.
“Mateo… please…”
It comes out as a breathy plea and I feel embarrassed, but only for a minute because Mateo crashes his lips into my breast massaging my bikini top away with his tongue. This is Mateo letting go, he is ruled only by his passion now and I’m quickly being taken in myself.
Electric heat surges through my body and I can’t stop the moan of his name, “Mateo, oh my Mateo…”
“Mmm, I want to be your Mateo,” he growls approvingly.
“I want you,” I insist.
He presses his lips to mine again and then takes control with his tongue. I can feel his arousal pressed against my thigh, he’s invading my senses. Mateo is all I can see, hear, feel and taste.
He kisses me senseless while his strong hands wind and grip around my body, removing the little bit of fabric between us. I’ve never been next to a man like this, a real hard, muscled man; my body trembles in anticipation of what he’ll do next. He bucks his hips against me only giving me a preview of his hard length. I’m not sure what’s come over me when I slide his shorts off his body and grip his muscular ass.
He lets out a hiss of approval before he says, “I cannot control myself with you Calah; you need to tell me now if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop Mateo.”
He presses his lips to my collar bone and pecks his way over to my other shoulder before his kisses start to descend my body. This is new territory for me but I can’t say that I want it to stop. When his lips graze my inner thigh, a thrill travels up my spine and I can’t contain a moan of ecstasy. My breathy plea only spurs him on and he licks up my seam, parting my folds.
My whole body shivers; it is literally the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I will myself to relax and give my body to him. He presses his tongue into my core and my body shivers with foreign tremors.
“Beautiful...Calah...” he only meets my eyes for a moment so I call out his name as I pull him up my body with force.
“No,” he resists, “I want you to sing for me.”
He sinks back on his knees and looks into my eyes, “I’m not worried about a thing but your pleasure.”
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
He doesn’t listen, instead he pulls my thighs tightly around his face. I gasp for air; the sensations in my body are overwhelming.
“I want to make you writhe in pleasure.”
I can’t even think right now. I must be writhing, I feel like I’m going to go blind so I close my eyes. He takes my bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks tightly until my breath is coming so quick that I can’t stop it. I crash over the edge, my whole body is bucking and twisting in ecstasy. When I calm a little I feel a bit embarrassed for coming apart like that.
He sets himself back on his knees and looks into my eyes, “Are you okay Corazon?” he smirks.
He looks more like he’s proud of himself than concerned but I’m also way better than okay. The way he wants my body I’ve never experienced before and if this is my last chance I’m not going to push him away.
I start to feel nervous and a wave of fear falls over me. The kind of fear you would feel on a roller coaster right before the big drop but it’s too late. I can’t stop myself if I wanted to, so… I don’t. I grab him and change places, it’s me who’s on top now so I take charge, touching every inch of his body that I can. Now it’s his turn to want.
“I need you, Calah. I’m not sure if I can contain it.”
He bucks his hips against me and his erection nearly pierces the imaginary bubble I’ve created between us, but would that be so bad? I slide my hands into his hair and pull him into a kiss. The passion between us grows until he’s locking eyes with me and entering my body. It’s not painful but I can feel him stretching me slowly, gently. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me with fire while pushes himself inside me. When he is fully seated his eyes roll back and he moans something in Spanish.
He presses his lips to mine again and slowly rocks his hips. The rhythm he’s creating is lulling my body into submission. He wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me off the bed. The weightless feeling makes it all the more intense. This is what they write stories about, this is amazing.
Mateo is breathing hard so he breaks the kiss and moves his lips to my neck; he huffs hot air there and it accelerates my heart rate so quickly my head swims. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck to pull him closer.
"Yo necesito, preciosa."
I don’t understand everything, but my limited knowledge of Spanish tells me that he said he needs me. He presses his lips to my neck and trails them over my shoulder all while keeping perfect rhythm with his hips. I wrap my legs around him tighter, I tell myself it’s because I need to, but in reality it’s only wanting to be closer to him.
When he seems to have caught his breath, I pull him into a hungry kiss and he explores my mouth with his tongue. I feel like I’ve lost complete control of my body and now I belong to Mateo. Any worries about what happens tomorrow have faded so far into the background that they are basically nonexistent.
He’s telling me exactly how he feels with his body and when I think about what it might mean, warmth grows in my chest. His words from earlier flash back to my mind; “A positive new beginning that can turn into everlasting love.” Right now I believe it, I could easily fall in love with Mateo. He cradles my face in his hands and looks into my eyes as he picks up his speed. He’s claiming my body with everything he has, but the way he looks into my eyes is tender.
I can feel the pressure building low in my belly again, like I’m about to explode. When I can’t hold on any longer, my body tenses around him and he moans my name as he spills his liquid heat inside of me.
He collapses, exhausted on top of me, but his weight feels nice and grounding; he’s warm and he makes me feel tethered. When he catches his breath, he un-joins our bodies and rolls to my side. After he pulls up a blanket to cover us, his arms circle my waist and he kisses my forehead.
“You are in my heart now, Calah. I will never want to be away from you.”
I meet his eyes and see nothing but sincerity there, “Tonight has been amazing,” is all I can muster.
He smiles warmly and pulls me tighter to him, “Go to sleep beautiful, I will be here when you wake.”
"Mateo,” I pout, “Kiss me goodnight.”
“Gladly,” he presses his lips to mine and the pace is perfect, slow and romantic.
This will be the first time I’ve ever slept in a man’s bed but right now, with our naked bodies pressed together, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. I drift off to sleep relishing his warmth and fragrance.
