by LK Farlow
Shivering, I nod.
“My beautiful date will have the Tuscan roast chicken with the ricotta gnocchi.”
Over the course of our meal—our insanely delicious meal—we talk about everything under the sun. From our childhood memories to cars to Desi’s mood swings. The conversation between us flows like a river; I can’t imagine us ever running out of things to talk about.
But more than that, it is the little touches that really do me in. A graze of my hand, or a brush of his leg. He has my skin tingling in anticipation and my panties wet, all without even trying.
“Would y’all like dessert?” our server asks, snapping me out my lustful thoughts.
I shake my head no. I’m ready to get him home so we can—hopefully—whip up our own after dinner treat. God knows, he probably tastes better than anything on the menu—which is saying a lot because the food here is delicious.
“Yes, please,” Mateo tells her and I deflate a little.
Maybe we’re not on the same page after all. Did my inexperience mislead me? Does he really only want to wake up next to me?
“A slice of the limoncello cheesecake—to go.” He winks at me and my heart soars into my chest as hope fills me.
I know I should be more nervous than I am about potentially punching my V-card; I am, but I’m excited, too. I couldn’t think of a better person to give it up to. Mateo’s worthy of my cherry; he’s kind, thoughtful, respectful, and most of all, he’s shown me over and over that he values me. He wants more than my body; he also appreciates my mind.
Once our bill is paid, Mateo scoops up our to-go box with one hand and extends the other to me, helping me from my chair. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and wraps an arm around me, holding me close as we walk back to his truck.
“Thank you for dinner,” I murmur as he helps me into the passenger seat. As he walks around to the driver’s side, I can’t help but wonder whether he has the same thing in mind for when we get back to his place.
“Of course, mariposita, it was my pleasure.”
The way his tongue wraps around the word pleasure turns my skin to gooseflesh. Anticipation thrums through me, mingling with my desire.
I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and alleviate the ache pulsing between them.
“Are you okay?” Mateo asks, mistaking my arousal for discomfort.
“I will be,” I whisper into the darkened cab of the truck.
“You will be?” His tone is riddled with confusion at my cryptic words.
Nodding, I reach over and place my hand on his thigh, rubbing my thumb over the inside seam of his jeans, only centimeters from his dick.
He groans and shifts in his seat. “You keep that up and we’re going to have a problem.”
“Then take me home,” I beg him, “and I’ll show you what a good problem solver I am.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mateo
“You can’t say things like that,” I groan at the little vixen next to me. She has my dick hard enough to pound nails and my right foot pressing the accelerator into the floorboard.
“Say what?” she asks, all innocent like.
She is innocent, but I can sense the dirty girl inside of her begging to break free.
“These innuendos…they’re enough to make me wreck this truck.”
Seraphine hums under her breath as she rubs her pinky finger over my dick. Even through my jeans, the sensation of her touch makes my entire body shudder.
I sigh in relief when my street comes into view; I’ve never been so anxious to get home in my entire life.
“We wouldn’t want that,” comes her soft reply. She withdraws her hand from my lap. My eyes flash to her and she smirks. “Gotta make sure we make it home safe so we can have our dessert.”
“You mean the cheesecake?” I croak, desperate for clarification. Truthfully, even if all we do is kiss, I'm so damn hot for her, I'll gladly lap up anything she gives me.
“No,” she whispers, “I mean you…and me…”
My grip on the steering wheel is white knuckled. “You and me what?”
She sucks in a deep breath. “On our last date, you ta-tasted me and I…well…I want to taste you, too.”
Fuuuuuck.
I hit the gas when my driveway comes into view; my tires squeal as I whip into the garage, killing the engine before I’m fully out of gear. “Stay put,” I order, practically flying out of the truck and running to her side.
Seraphine giggles at my antics but I don't care. She can laugh all she wants, as long as I get to feel her pouty lips wrapped around my dick.
I scoop her into my arms and toss her over my shoulder, carrying her into the house.
“Put me down, you brute.” She laughs as I stalk through the dark house toward my bedroom.
I set her down onto the bed and flip on the lamp on my nightstand. We stare at each other for a moment; she looks more stunning than ever in the soft glow of the light.
“Take your shirt off,” she whispers, bolder than I ever imagined she’d be.
“Only if you do, too.”
With zero hesitation, she whips her shirt off and throws it at my feet.
I take it a step farther and shed my jeans as well, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
Seraphine eats me up with her eyes. “Can I touch you?”
I think I’m heaven.
“God, yes, please.”
She crawls across the mattress to where I’m standing at the side of the bed. Her pupils are dilated and her breaths shallow as she reaches her right hand up and trails her fingers up and over the dips and valleys of my abs, all the way to my pecs.
I hiss out a breath as she drags her thumb over one of my nipples.
“Do you like that?” she asks in earnest.
“Mariposita, I’d like just about anything you want to do to me.”
She nods to my tented boxers. “Can I touch you there?”
“Anywhere. You can touch me anywhere.”
She moves her hand back down my body with a deliberate slowness that sets every nerve ending on fire. I expect her to cup me over my boxers, but she skips the pre-game and goes straight for the main event, slipping her hand beneath the elastic band.
Seraphine has me so keyed up, the simple friction of her palm sliding over my rigid cock has me ready to explode.
Now it’s my breaths that are coming shallow. Maintaining my composure while she leisurely explores my body is quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Especially when she tugs down my boxers, exposing me fully.
“Jesus Christ, Mateo.” She pumps her hand over the length, squeezing me at the base. “There’s no way—it won’t fit.”
I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging on the long strands to lift her face to mine. The sight of her, topless on my bed, is something I’ll remember for the rest of my days. She has the face of an angel and a body made for sin.
“It will, mariposita. I promise you.”
She licks her lips before lowering her back down to where she’s still working me over. Time stops as she leans forward and presses a kiss to the head of my dick before sucking it into her mouth.
“Lo haces tan bien,” I grunt as my hips buck forward.
She pulls back with an audible pop. “Did you not like that?”
The worry in her tone dispels my lust enough to bring me back down to earth.
“Liked it too much—you’re very, very good at that.”
“Oh.” She chuckles and draws me into her mouth again.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks me. While her movements are sloppy and her technique unrefined, I meant what I said. Plus, knowing the honor of her first blow job is being bestowed upon me more than makes up for it.
I cup her cheek and she pulls away again. “Tell me what you like.”
Yup, definitely in heaven.
“Wrap your hand around the base and your lips around the tip. Work them together, in time with each other.
”
She does as I say, sucking and jerking me in tandem.
“A little harder.” She listens beautifully. “God, yes.” I tip my head back and groan.
A tell-tale tingle starts in the base of my spine and my hips buck forward on their own accord.
“Your mouth feels too good, mariposita.” I thread my fingers through her hair and gently guide her movements.
Her answering moan has my back arching and my jaw clenching. “I’m close. Fuck. Play with my—” I draw up short when I glance down and see the hand not wrapped around my dick shoved between her legs, her hips rocking.
That right there is what does me in. “Gonna come,” I tell her with barely enough time to pull my pulsing cock from her hot, wet mouth.
I finish long and hard, all over her chest. The sight of the milky ropes against her tan skin is a sight to behold. “Fuck, Seraphine.”
She runs a finger through my release and looks up at me. “You liked it?”
“I loved it.”
Nodding, she brings her finger to her mouth and sucks my come from it. My knees go weak and my heart thunders in my chest. Her nose scrunches at the taste, but she swallows it down with a pleased smile.
How can she be so fucking adorable and sexy all at once?
“Good. I…I think I did, too.”
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Got something else you might like better.”
“What?” She bites her lower lip.
“Hang tight.” I run to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and return to her. I wipe the rest of my release from her chest—even if seeing it there lights something primal inside of me on fire.
I trace the lace edge of her bra. “Can I take this off?”
“Yes. Please.”
With deft fingers, I reach around and unhook her bra. The straps slide partway down her shoulders, but Seraphine pulls it the rest of the way off. Her breasts are perky and full, perfect tear drops, topped with taut dusky nipples just begging for my mouth.
Licking my lips, I lean in and lay my lips against hers. “You’re a goddess.”
Seraphine hums and draws my lower lip into her mouth, sucking lightly before deepening our kiss.
I drag the back of my fingers up her sides, following her curves around to cup her breasts. I test their weight as I kiss my way down her neck.
She releases a shaky breath as I move even lower, sucking one pebbled nipple into my mouth. I kiss and suck and nibble until she’s panting before moving to the next.
I feel her fingers push through my hair before digging into my scalp. For a split second, I worry she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t. No, she pulls me closer, moaning in pleasure at my ministrations.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes!” She arches into me.
“There’s somewhere I can kiss you that’ll feel even better.”
“Where?” she asks, causing me to chuckle. “Oh!” She pushes my head back. “Are…are you sure?”
“Only if you are,” I answer honestly.
“I…I…um.” She flexes her fingers in her lap before reaching up and popping the button on her jeans. “I want to at least try it.”
“If you want me to stop, all you gotta do is say so and I will.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She rises to her knees and I help her slide her jeans and panties down as far as we can. I help her to lie back before removing the offending garments the rest of the way.
I part her thighs and crawl between, peppering alternating kisses as I go. She covers herself with both hands before I can reach the promised land.
“Are you scared?”
“A little.”
I kiss her fingers. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She removes one hand and lays it at her side. “Keep going.” And then the other.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I murmur, before placing a hot, open mouthed kiss to her pussy. “Me encanta como sabes—I love how you taste.”
Seraphine fists the sheets, shifting her hips.
I reach up and splay my hand across her belly, effectively holding her still.
“Let me make you feel good.” I lick her from the bottom of her slit, darting my tongue inside, before flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh,” she whimpers, “my God.”
“That’s right, mariposita, enjoy the way I make you feel.” I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue until any and every hint of her former nervousness is gone and she’s bucking against my face.
“Shit, Mateo-ohhh.” She draws out the ‘O’ as she drives her fingers into my hair. The sting at my scalp is the feeling of a job well done, but I won’t stop until she’s screaming my name. “I…need…I—”
“Shh.” I blow on her clit. “I’ve got you; I know what you need.”
I slide the hand from her belly down between her legs, dragging my index finger between her swollen, wet lips before ever-so-gently slipping it inside of her. I curl it, rubbing against her sweet spot a few times before adding a second finger.
She winces a little as I stretch her, but I lean back down and lick the ache away. My mouth and fingers work together to bring her nothing but pleasure.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers and I latch onto her clit, sucking hard until her entire body tenses and she screams my name.
I press gentle kisses all over her thighs and belly until her body comes down from its high. “That was…wow.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Seraphine
Mateo looks up at me with an almost loving look in his brown eyes. “Let me clean you up.”
He reaches for the wash rag on his nightstand, but I grab his wrist. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brow raised in alarm at my pleading tone.
It takes me a second to work up the courage. You can do this! You know he cares for you. The worst he can say is no. But please, God, don’t let him say no!
“I…I want you to, um.” I stop and inhale deeply before continuing. “I want you to f-fuck me.”
I nod, pleased with myself for only sounding a little foolish.
Mateo looks down at me. His lips are in a firm line, but his eyes are shining. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I twine my arms around his neck and pull him down onto me. “Please. I…I want to give myself to you completely.”
Another low groan rips through him. “I cannot tell you no.”
“Good.” I slide my lips over his, surprised by the way I taste on his lips. “I don’t want you to.”
“It’s going to hurt.” He reaches down between us and rubs his index and middle fingers over my still sensitive flesh.
I spread my knees wider. “I know.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s worth it.” I kiss him again and shift my hips toward him. “Plus, you can make it up to me next time.”
He spreads me with his fingers, and little by little, he begins to work himself in.
My body tenses at the first tinge of pain and Mateo immediately stops. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Tears dot my lashes, but I nod.
“Are you sure? We can stop.”
“No, please. Keep going.”
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. “I’m so sorry, mariposita.”
He pushes forward again and it feels like I’m being split in two. I whimper as he pushes through and seats himself full inside of me. “Oh. Oh, God.”
Mateo moves from my lips and kisses away the tears trailing my cheeks. His face is pinched in concentration and his body stock still.
“It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“I hate that I’m hurting you.”
“It won’t always feel like this, right?”
“No. It won’t.”
I nod, sniffling. “Okay then.”
As gently as possible, he shifts up onto his knees. Even in pain, I take th
e time to appreciate the work of art that is his body. He’s all fine lines, lean muscle, tanned skin, and ink.
“Let me try,” he mumbles to himself before pressing his thumb to my clit. He rubs me in tight circles until the screaming pain softens to a dull roar. “You’re so beautiful. Te sientes tan bien—you feel so good. I...”
“You can move,” I wheeze, my body caught in an inky abyss of pain and pleasure. “I’m…I’ll be okay.”
He pulls his hips back a fraction before shifting them forward. His thrusts are slow, gentle, deliberate. He’s more worried about my discomfort than he is his orgasm. That alone tells me that giving him my V-card was the right decision.
“Podría quedarme dentro de tipara siempre.” Mateo brushes my hair from my face. “I could stay inside you forever.”
The emotion behind his words sends my heart tumbling down into my belly.
Even as sweat beads his brow, his thrusts remain slow and steady. Little zips of pleasure spark through me as he rubs my clit.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I wanted to make you come, but I’m not going to last.”
Mateo’s rhythm falters as he swells within me. I sigh as his release fills me.
Oh. God. Oh, no.
He murmurs sweet nothings into my ear as he pulls out of me, but my mind is suddenly a million miles away.
“Are you okay?” he asks, worry etched into his every feature. “Did I hurt you?”
“We…um…a condom.”
His brow furrows as realization dawns. “Fuck. Seraphine. I—I’m so sorry. I should have made sure.” He stands and paces alongside the bed. “You entrusted me with something so precious and I didn’t even think to protect you!”
“Mateo.” His name leaves my lips on a soft cry.
In a flash, he’s back on the bed, hefting me onto his lap. “Are you on birth control?”
I shake my head as panic dots my vision. He’s going to hate me…he’s going to be so mad. I bet he regrets ever—
“Get out of your head, mariposita. If anyone here is to blame, it is me. I failed you and I am sorry.”
“It’s not your fault; it’s our fault.”