And now it’s my turn to show up for him. Make him feel comfort and warmth. Allow him to be seen and heard. Because he deserves to feel it all on his terms, in a way that makes him feel safe. I want to single-handedly erase every bad memory he has regarding sex, and replace them with only the good, the euphoric, the all-consuming, the mind-numbing goodness I know I can give him.
Mateo’s thick, rigid length pulses against my tongue, pre-cum dripping, as my finger glides in and out of him. He’s tight and hot, wrapped around the single digit, and I can tell he’s fighting to remain calm, his body going back and forth between tense and relaxed.
Removing him from my mouth, my lips trail down, tongue dipping out to swipe along his sac. A full-body shiver rolls through him, and I can’t help the smile the tugs on my lips at the raw physical reaction he has to me. I suck one of his balls into my mouth, humming as I do. He groans, the sound chest-deep and rumbly. It wraps around my marrow, blooming and spreading to every nerve ending.
The farther my mouth goes, the more nervous I become. I want so badly to make this good for him, and I’m half-expecting him to flip out and put a stop to it at any second. I withdraw my finger, replacing it with my tongue, spreading his legs wider and pushing them back, giving me full access to him.
Pulling back only slightly, I allow myself a moment to admire him and all he has to offer. His hole flutters under my gaze, and I glance up, finding him already watching me. His eyes are nothing more than hungry black orbs, and his thick brows are pinched, with his full, red lip dragged between his teeth.
“You doing okay, Matty?” I ask him, my thumbs running soft circles along the insides of his thighs as I hold his legs back.
The nickname makes him smile, despite rolling his eyes. “Yeah,mi amor, I’m good.”
Mi amor.He’s called me that a few times. I can’t even deny how hard it makes my heart race.
“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”
He nods.
Leaning down, I run the flat of my tongue over his puckered hole gingerly. He lets out a whimper, the sound something I didn’t even know could come from him. I do it again. So does he. I wrap my hand around his dick, pumping him slowly as my tongue continues to flick out against his hole. Making sure to get him nice and wet, I use my pointed tongue to spear into the muscle. He gasps, one of his hands finding the top of my head, fingers gripping the strands. He isn’t pulling away, but instead, keeping me there.
I moan against his flesh; the taste and feel of him is too much. My hips rock into the mattress, desperately seeking friction. Hearing and seeing him fall apart for me turns me on way too much. I could easily get used to this, and that scares me.
Reaching for the bottle of lube beside him, I sit back on my haunches, flicking the cap open. I pour a generous amount on my two fingers, bringing them to his crease. I smear the cool gel around, feeling him shiver. Our gazes lock as I circle the pads of my fingers around his hole, grabbing his cock again to stoke as I apply the lightest bit of pressure.
Mateo’s body tenses, and he inhales sharply. One look at him, and it’s clear he’s starting to spiral. But he hasn’t told me to stop yet, and if there’s one thing I know about Mateo, it’s that he wouldn’t have any problem telling me to if that’s what he wanted. Deciding to trust him, I lean over, pressing my lips to his, before breathing into his mouth, “Relax for me, Matty. Let me in.”
For a moment, he does nothing. His chest rising and falling rapidly. But then, miraculously, he nods, his entire body melting into the bed as he bares down on my fingers. I slip past the tight ring of muscle, and he grunts at the intrusion, but he breathes through it, eyes boring into mine.
This moment is intense. It’s overwhelming and electrically charged. It makes my chest tight and my blood heat.
God, he’s fucking beautiful right now. Flushed, glistening with sweat, with a dick that’s hard and throbbing in my palm.
I take my time, working my fingers into him slowly, stretching him nice and easy, while continuing to stroke his dick to counteract the burn that comes with my intrusion. He’s halfway to sitting up now, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, our foreheads nearly touching as we breathe each other in. The eye contact and the nearness are staggering. It’s heady, my head dizzy.
Crooking my fingers, I graze his prostate, earning me the most delicious and sweet moan I think I’ve ever heard. I drag my thumb over the tip of his dick, smearing around the pre-cum pooling at the slit. He’sdrippingfor me, and I love it. I’m now fucking him in earnest with my fingers, stroking him fervently as he pants hotly against my mouth.
“Fuck,cariño…”
“You’re doing so fucking good, Matty,” I coo right before he closes the distance, sealing our lips together in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, showing me just how much he loves what I’m doing to him.
The kiss ends far too soon when he rips his mouth from mine, tugging on the hair at my nape as his breathing quickens. “God-fucking-damnit, I’m close,” he moans.
Doubling down on my efforts, I caress that sweet button inside of him over and over as my grip tightens on his cock, wrist twisting with each stroke. He’s crying out, the grip on my hair painful as I take him higher, working him closer to his explosion.
Mateo’s entire body trembles, his free hand grappling at my arm.
“Come on, baby,” I breathe against his lips. “Come for me. Give it to me.”
And boy, he does…
Mateo’s hole constricts around my fingers, as a deep, guttural groan rips from his throat. Thick, hot ropes decorate his chest as his orgasm takes over, limbs twitching as his body convulses. I work him through it until every last drop seeps out and he collapses onto the bed. My dick is throbbing it’s so hard, but this was about him, and I don’t want to take away from that.
I move to lie next to him, but he stops me before I can. He steals my breath with his lips before uttering words I never thought I’d hear come from him. “Fuck me,cariño…”
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