Page 52 of Lilacs and Leather
I smile, lifting enough to take him in my hand and guide him to my entrance. He goes still as I slowly sink down, each inch stretching my walls as I take his cock deep inside me. He’s big, the blunt head of him touching places I didn’t know it was possible to reach. I arch when he shifts below me, and the fullness of him takes my breath away. I lean forward, my hands braced on his chest as I roll my hips until he’s just barely inside of me. Mateo growls as I sink back down, hands still on my hips but he doesn’t try to make me go faster. I close my eyes, smile on my face as I fuck him, my pace slow but deep. I adjust my angle, and then he’s hitting me just right with every thrust.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. Taking my cock so good,” Mateo moans, thrusting up to meet me.
I open my eyes and find his eyes locked on my face with reverent intensity. My pace falters, heart in my throat. He’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and I flush hot even as my stomach lurches. His hands flex on my hips, moving me against him, grinding my clit into his pelvis. I suck in a sharp inhale at the sensation, and Mateo’s eyes flash with heat.
“Ride my dick, just like that,” he growls, one hand sliding up my stomach until his fingers are resting on around my throat.
I whimper, rolling my hips, each movement sending sparks along my skin. Mateo’s grip on my neck tightens, and I gasp, the pressure enough to make my head spin. He shifts his hips, pitching me forward until my chest collides with his. The hand not around my throat grips my ass hard, holding me still as he pounds into me over and over, driving the air from my lung.
“You feel incredible, so fucking tight for me,” Mateo grunts, punctuating his words with hard thrusts.
I can’t think around the waves of heat coursing through my veins, every brush of his cock inside of me bringing me closer to the edge. I can hardly get any sound out around Mateo’s hold on my throat, my cries cut off to feeble whimpers. With a sudden lurch, Mateo hitches a leg up, snarling as he flips me onto my back. His hand never leaves my neck, the tips of his fingers digging hard into my flesh. His free hand finds my calf, lifting it until it rests along the hard plane of his chest. Leaning forward, the stretch and new angle hits me deeper than before, and I try to breathe as I feel myself teetering on the edge.
“You’re right there, aren’t you? So close to coming all over my cock,” he pants, hips never slowing.
I try to nod, but Mateo’s hand holds me still. The room is getting fuzzy at the edges, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.
“Please,” I squeak, hands coming up to grip his wrist, nails digging.
Mateo moans, hips moving to a slow roll, each thrust perfectly aimed to hit me exactly right. Tears leak from my eyes, my chest heaving as I try to draw in air. He leans down until his nose is almost touching mine. His eyes are glassy with feral delight, mouth pulled into a wicked grin.
“Let go for me, baby. Give it to me,” Mateo whispers, releasing his grip on my throat at last.
As I suck in a full breath, pleasure crashes down over me, ripping a scream from my chest. Mateo whispers praise as he continues his slow movements, working me through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My eyes stay locked with the soft brown ones above, even as my vision blurs with unshed tears. It goes on for an eternity, and my fingers and toes go numb, my skin beading with sweat. Just as I feel myself passing out, Mateo lets my leg fall to the side, hips going still, and his lips press softly against mine. His fingers thread into my hair, holding me tenderly as he worships my mouth with his. I’m breathless for an entirely different reason by the time he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“You are so beautiful when you come, baby. So fucking beautiful,” Mateo breathes, voice heavy with emotion.
My heart swells, and I bring my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck. He slides his hands under my back, holding me just as tight. I shiver at the brush of his lips against my throat, smiling as he peppers little kisses to each place his fingers pressed into the delicate flesh. His scent tastes sharp and sweet, sugar and lightning making me flush again. I can still feel him, hard and throbbing inside of me as the last ripples of my climax fade.
“Lydia, I know we just met, but… I want to knot you. Please,” Mateo says into my skin, arms gripping me tighter.
I gasp softly at the intense longing in his voice, the desperation of his plea making my heart grow warm, and my fingers dig into his back. That he’s asking rather than demanding sends my stomach on a roller coaster ride of happiness. I smile a little wider, nodding into his neck. Mateo lets out a long exhale, and I feel his smile against my shoulder.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes.
I chuckle, letting him lean back. I frown as he pulls his cock from my dripping slit, but my confusion fades as his hands grip my hips, manhandling me onto my stomach. His touch sends jolts along my skin, and the strength of his arms as he pulls me onto my knees makes me shiver. I groan as he slides into my entrance, bottoming out in one smooth roll of his hips. My hands struggle to find purchase as he sets a hard pace, dragging me along the length of his cock. I’m sensitive, and the curve of him hits all the right places to have me hurtling toward another release.
“Harder, Mat, please,” I beg, trying to push back the best I can.
Mateo growls, one hand leaving my hip to clamp on my shoulder. The better leverage allows him to pound into me, moving faster and deeper than ever. My body shakes, and I can feel the swell of his knot growing with each meeting of our hips. It brushes against my inner nerves, making me buck and arch. Mateo holds me firm, hips losing their steady rhythm as he approaches his peak.
“Fuck, yes, Mateo. More. I need you,” I groan, words falling from my lips before I can stop them.
“Say my name again. Scream it for me,” he snarls, his hips pounding mine with brutal thrusts.
“Fuck, Mateo!”
My climax hits me like a freight train out of nowhere, barreling into me and making me see stars. Mateo roars as my body clenches and drips for him, and he thrusts once, twice, and then I feel his knot slide into place just behind my pelvic bone, swelling to lock him inside. I can feel him pulse inside of me, my body drawing out his peak even as mine continues to roll in waves of liquid warmth through my body. My arms shake, trying to hold me up. I feel boneless as Mateo pulls my torso back, wrapping his arms around my stomach and shoulders to cradle me against his sweat-slick skin. He rocks back to sit on his heels, pulling me with him and setting off another wave of pleasure through my already wrecked body.
We sit there for a long moment, catching our breaths. I lean my head against his bicep, closing my eyes as I drift in the afterglow. I rest my hands on the arm around my waist, and he squeezes me tight. I feel so warm, safe, and treasured in his arms. At long last, he breathes a long exhale, kissing my shoulder.
“Move with me, baby,” Mateo whispers, tightening his arms around me.
I nod, letting him guide us down on our sides. I pillow my head on his arm, and our legs tangle together as he cradles me against his chest. He still feels hard inside of me, and the shifting makes me gasp with aftershocks. I relax against him, closing my eyes and breathing in his sugar and storm scent. His hand makes gentle circles against my stomach, the motion soothing. We lay in silence for a long while, the intimacy of our position more intense than anything we’d just done.
“I’m hoping those bites are from failed bonding attempts, and there’s isn’t going to be anyone hunting me down for this,” Mateo chuckles against my skin.
“Isn’t it a little late to be asking that?” I ask, my laugh turning into a moan as it shifts him inside of me.