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Come What May(35)
Author: L.K. Farlow

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 the 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.

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