by Tara Rose
“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“There’s nothing left to see in my wing, but I could show you the rest of the house. Do you want to see it?
“Another time.”
“Want to go over to Blaine’s condo so you can meet him?”
“Not right now.”
“Carma…”
Breathing became difficult. Scenes from the past twenty years flashed across her mind at light speed. Her first high school dance in ninth grade. She’d been the only one of her friends not asked to dance at least once, and she’d spent most of the agonizing two hours standing against a wall with a stupid smile plastered across her face, hoping.
High school prom with Jason Warner. They’d double-dated with Rowena and some guy whose name she couldn’t recall right now, but she and Jason had missed most of the disastrous after-prom because Jason had to drive her home almost as soon as they’d arrived. She’d eaten something at dinner that hadn’t agreed with her and had puked all over his new shoes.
Those scenes melted into flashbacks involving the three men with whom she’d tried to have a sexual relationship. They’d all been less than sympathetic about her inhibitions and lack of experience.
“Carma, you okay?”
Mateo’s sexy voice snapped her back to the present. She blinked a few times, and then she crossed the kitchen and kissed him. He kissed her back, but it wasn’t with the same passion as earlier.
When she pulled away to look into his eyes, he put his hands on her shoulders. “I need to know you’re okay with this. I mean really okay with it. The last thing in the world I want to do is dredge up painful memories or hurt you any more than you’ve already been hurt.”
“I’m okay with it, Mateo. I’m tired of living in the past. I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only woman on the planet who can’t enjoy sex.”
“I have no doubt you can enjoy it. You simply haven’t been with someone willing to help you learn how to do that. I’m not saying that to be conceited. I’m only saying I want to help you explore that, if…if you’ll let me.”
“I want that, too, Mateo. I’ve wanted it for so long now.”
“Carma, so have I.” He kissed her again, and this time it was just as erotic as it had been before they’d eaten. She parted her lips right away this time, and her panties grew wet as his tongue moved over hers with practiced precision. If she’d known Mateo could kiss like this, she’d have been more persistent over the past two years while doing his hair.
Had he just said he’d wanted this for so long as well?
When he released the kiss, she put her hands on his face. “What did you say? That you’ve wanted this, too? Why didn’t I know that? You’ve always been such a damn tease.”
A flash of pain passed across his face, and then he sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
She didn’t answer. There was no need to. Just knowing that he’d wanted her, too, was enough for now. When he picked her up in his arms, she gasped slightly. Was he actually going to carry her up the stairs? Did things like that happen in real life?
He did, which was no easy feat considering they curved, and once they were in his bedroom again he placed her back down. He wasn’t even breathing hard from the effort. She wasn’t exactly a lightweight, although she surely weighed less than he did. A shiver ran up and down her spine at the realization of just how strong he was.
He kissed her neck, and Carma moaned. It felt so good that she was shocked. It was such a simple gesture, but it sent tiny zaps of electricity up and down her spine. A quick jolt of fear tried to force its way in as he removed her tank top, but she shook it off. Mateo wasn’t going to hurt her.
He brushed a finger along the lace trim on her white bra. “This is nice. There’s something so provocative and endearing about a lacy white bra. I would love to know what other colors you have.”
“Um…beige?” Did he imagine she had a closet full of sexy lingerie?
“Then I’ll have to take you shopping. I would love to dress you in bold colors to match your dark hair and eyes. Will you let me do that for next time, Carma?”
His voice was soft and mesmerizing, and it spread through her like warm honey. “Next time?” She hadn’t assumed there would be a next time.
He gently cupped her face. “Why does that surprise you, Carma?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. Tell me.” There was that commanding note again. She loved the way it made her feel as if she had to obey him.
“I’m assuming that once you find out how truly messed up I am, you won’t want to repeat this.”
He stared into her eyes for a long time, and she was afraid she’d gone too far. “Carma, it’s my hope that I will help you realize you’re not as messed up as you think you are. Yes, you’ve been through something that no one should ever have to go through, but you can beat this. I want to help you do that. Will you let me?”
She nodded, because words weren’t possible right now. She was too overcome with emotion. This was a side of Mateo she’d never seen. Why had he hidden it from her? He wasn’t cocky or distant at all. He was warm, and funny, and genuine. And she wanted to make love to him more than she’d ever wanted to do anything.
Chapter Nine
Carma moved closer and put her arms around Mateo as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulder, his touch burning her skin. He stared at her breasts, making satisfied noises in the back of his throat. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you. So are you.”
He smiled at her, and then he dropped the bra onto the floor. “This weekend I’m taking you to Sassy Brassy and we’re going to buy a lot of things.”
“You are? We are?”
“Yes.” He took one nipple into his mouth, and Carma cried out at the sensations coursing through her body. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and set her hormones to warp speed. She tangled her fingers in his soft hair and pushed his head closer, wanting him to devour her. Erotic images danced through her head, making her crazy with need. She’d never felt anything like it. She’d never believed that she could enjoy being touched and kissed so much, and she never wanted the sensations to stop.
He released it and took the other nipple into his mouth, teasing the opposite one between his thumb and forefinger. She shook her head back and forth and squeezed her legs together as her pussy grew wetter and her clit began to throb. This wasn’t possible, was it? Carma couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. When Mateo released both nipples, he backed her up until her knees touched the mattress behind her.
Smiling into her eyes, he gently pushed her down until she was lying on the bed with her ass close to the edge. Mateo took off her cropped pants and panties, and Carma resisted the urge to sit up and cover herself.
“Don’t,” he said softly. What the hell? Could he read minds as well? “Don’t be afraid to be naked in front of me, Carma. I love the way you look. He lightly fingered her dark curls, causing tiny whimpering sounds to escape from her throat. “Have you ever thought about shaving this?”
“Not really.”
“Would you try? Just once, at least? I would help if you want.”
She nodded. Right now, she’d probably do anything he asked her to. When he pulled a pillow off the armchair and tossed it onto the floor, she moaned in anticipation. He dropped to his knees and gently spread her legs apart.
“Hold them open for me with your hands.” She did so, feeling silly. “That’s it, Carma. Just like that. I want you completely exposed to me. Now lie back and try to relax, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
She did as he asked, and cried out in pleasure as his tongue teased the insides of her thighs. He moved it in tiny circles, closer and closer to her pussy lips, but never quite reaching them. Her forearms were already trembling from holding her thighs apart, but she didn’t want to do anything that would make hi
m stop, so she gripped her calves tighter to keep her legs wide open.
Now his fingers brushed her thighs, while his tongue worked its way over her ass cheeks and finally to her pussy lips. He spread them with his fingers and licked her wet slit, all the way up to her clit, and back again.
“Oh…oh God…” Carma lifted her head, but when she did, she actually became dizzy and had to lay it back down. Mateo teased the opening to her wetness with one finger as his tongue continued to gently lick her clit, and when he slowly slid one finger into her pussy, Carma cried out again. She tightened her muscles around it as he moved it in and out. If his finger felt this incredible, what would his dick feel like?
His mouth fastened on her clit now, and he sucked it as well as licked it. No one had ever done this to her, and she hadn’t even known such pleasure was possible. It certainly didn’t feel this way when she made herself come by rubbing her clit. And there was no doubt she was going to come.
He removed his finger and then slid two inside. Carma moaned loudly as he sucked harder. She was so close. When the orgasm began, it spread through her slowly, like someone had put warm water into her pussy and it was now seeping into her entire being. She whimpered and moaned as he continued to suck her clit and fuck her pussy with his fingers. They were long, and each thrust massaged a spot inside her that only intensified the climax.
By the time he finished, she was dizzy and panting. Mateo crawled on top of her and kissed her. She tasted her own juices, but she didn’t care. She clung to him and kissed him back, tongue and all. There were no words to thank him for what he’d just done.
When he scooted her body higher onto the bed and rolled her onto her side, she stared into his eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. It seemed horribly inadequate.
He grinned, and her clit began to throb again. “It was my pleasure, Carma. And, I’m the one who should be thanking you, for letting me do it.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
He touched her face gently, and then he rose to a kneeling position to unbutton his shirt. She watched as he revealed a muscled chest dusted with thick, dark hair. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Without any hesitation, she reached up and brushed her hands along his muscles. He was so cut, and it was obvious from his tan that he spent a great deal of time outdoors with his shirt off. If she could see the pastures on his ranch from the windows of her apartment, she’d buy a pair of high-powered binoculars and just watch him all day.
He smiled and moaned softly. “That feels so nice, Carma.”
When he unbuttoned his jeans, she sat up. She wanted to help, but felt shy about asking. He must have seen the desire in her eyes because he took her hand and moved it toward his fly. “Go ahead, if you want.”
She unzipped them, and then she helped him push them down to his knees. He lay on his back long enough to remove them, and then he grinned, sending fresh waves of desire coursing through her body. “Do you want to finish undressing me, Carma?”
She nodded, and then she removed his boxers to reveal the thickest cock she’d ever seen. It was beautiful, and the sight of it, red and slick with pre-cum, made her mouth water. She just stared at it, until he touched her face. “Do you want to touch it, or lick it?”
“I have no clue what to do.” Why had she said that? She didn’t want him to know she’d never given anyone a blow job.
He frowned slightly. “That’s okay. Only do what you’re comfortable doing, and I’ll let you know if I like it. Let’s start there, all right?”
Carma blinked back tears yet again. He had to be the most patient, understanding man on the planet. He understood her hesitation and her obvious lack of experience, and yet he wasn’t judging her or taunting her. He was letting her set the pace, and offering to help her explore. It was more than she’d dared to hope for.
Carma stroked the shaft, loving the contrast between the silky softness and the raised veins. Mateo closed his eyes and moaned softly. The sounds he made were sexy, and they urged her on. She ran her finger gently around the tip, not sure if that would hurt him. Judging by the way he moved his hips, she guessed it felt good. She licked her lips then bent her head and tasted his pre-cum. It was salty and musky, and she liked the flavor. It reminded her of the taste of oysters.
He opened his eyes, and held hers spellbound. “It’s okay, Carma. You can lick it if you want. You won’t hurt me.”
She repositioned her body so that she was kneeling at his side, facing him, and then she licked up and down the shaft, forcing loud moans from his throat. His fingers tangled in her hair again. She took his dick in her hand and just held it at first, and then began to slide her hand along it.
“That’s it, Carma. Good girl. Oh my God, that feels so fucking good.”
She squeezed a bit harder, and he lowered her hand gently toward the base. “Right there, love. Do that right there.”
Had he just called her “love”? Carma stroked him like he’d shown her, and then she wrapped her lips around the tip and moved her mouth up and down it.
Mateo’s moans were louder now, and his hands wrapped around her head, pushing her closer. She loved the feel of his cock inside her mouth. It reminded her of the porn she and Annalise used to stay up late and watch when Annalise’s parents had gone to bed, but instead of being cold and clinical, which was the vibe porn had always given her, this was intimate. Carma felt wanton and sexy at the same time, and no one had ever evoked those emotions in her. She wanted more.
Mateo suddenly pulled out and sat up, taking her into his arms. “Carma, I can’t hold out much longer. I want to make love to you. Please say yes.”
No one had ever asked before. She looked him in the eyes and nodded. Words were impossible right now. Her brain was on overload as it was. Attempting to speak would only end up with her mumbling something incomprehensible.
Mateo reached over and opened the top drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a condom package and a small bottle of something clear. “I don’t have any social diseases,” he said, “but I use these regardless on general principle.”
She nodded, and he studied her face carefully. “Carma, have you been tested?”
She could barely think, but it was an important question so she struggled to answer him. “Yes. I don’t have anything either.”
“And are you okay with me using these?”
All she could do was nod again. She watched in fascination as he sheathed his dick, and then he pushed her gently onto her back and covered her body with his, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer with her limbs while she ground her hips into his swollen dick.
He moved off her just long enough to cover two fingers with lubrication from the bottle, and then he slid them inside her pussy again. “To help,” he said. “I don’t want any pain for you. You’re tight.”
“You’re huge.” She giggled as the words tumbled out of her mouth. What was wrong with her? It was as if her brain had suddenly turned to oatmeal.
He grinned. “I’m glad you approve, Carma.” Mateo sat back on his heels between her legs, and holding her gaze the entire time, he slowly slid his dick into her pussy.
It stung for a moment, but then Carma was filled with the most delicious sense of peace she’d ever experienced. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders, and she cried out as he gently began to thrust. It felt so fucking good she couldn’t stand it. She was going to come again. There was no doubt about it.
He watched her face carefully, and when he touched her clit the climax started. She screamed and clung to him, shaking her head back and forth.
“It’s okay, love.” His voice was soft, soothing. “Just enjoy it. You feel incredible, Carma. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
That did it. Tears splashed over her bottom lashes and trickled down her cheeks. Her orgasm was insane now, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Mateo’s thrusts became deeper and faster, and the veins stood out on
his neck and arms as he fucked her.
Carma was out of her mind with need. She’d never made love like this. It was raw and wild, but so loving and so perfect that she knew her life would never be same again. She was with Mateo, the man of her ultimate fantasies, and they were having the most amazing sex she could possibly have imagined. He wasn’t mocking her inexperience, and he hadn’t goaded her into having sex the way others had done. He’d asked her. And he was tender, funny, and absolutely perfect.
He moved in and out of her like he was never going to stop, and her contractions just went on and on. When he finally cried out and began to thrust in short, deep, jerky movements, she knew he was coming. As he finished, he gazed into her eyes, panting. The beads of sweat that had collected at his hairline turned into tiny trickles of sweat running down his face. When he kissed her, it mixed with her tears, and she realized both their bodies were damp from perspiration. She didn’t care. She clung to Mateo and never wanted to let him go.
He pulled away only long enough to remove his condom, and then he gathered her in his arms again and rolled her onto her side to cradle her against his body. “Carma…thank you so much.”
“Mateo, it’s never been like that for me.”
He kissed her head. “For me, either. I’m not done yet. Just give me twenty minutes or so, love.”
He wasn’t done yet? Carma smiled as she listened to his breathing slow down. Her fantasy had finally come true, and she was all right. She hadn’t freaked out, and Mateo hadn’t made fun of her or sent her home while he laughed. He was everything she’d ever hoped he would be, and more. This was the best night of her entire life.
Chapter Ten
Carma jerked awake when Mateo moved off the bed and walked toward what she assumed was his bathroom. She’d actually fallen asleep. What time was it? A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand told her she’d only been asleep for a few minutes. It wasn’t even five o’clock yet. Had Annalise and Rowena been trying to reach her? Her phone was still downstairs. Should she text them and let them know she was all right?