Page 66 of Polo Fever
I’m addicted to you, this kiss is telling him.
Pushing myself away from the door, I turn us around without breaking the kiss so I’m walking backwards towards the bed with his shirt locked in my grasp, dragging him with me. He smiles against my mouth, his hands on my hips until we stop as the edge of the bed hits the back of my legs and I draw away to spin us around again. He sits down on the bed, his hands clawing for me, but I step back out of reach. Breathing heavily, he leans back on his hands and watches as I reach behind my back to undo my bra, tossingit to the floor, before I reach down to unfasten and step out of each shoe, kicking them away.
‘Christ.You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking seen,’ he says in awe, in a way that sounds like it’s true even though it can’t possibly be.
Completely naked, I move to straddle him, working at the buttons on the shirt while his warm hands cover my breasts, squeezing them, his fingers toying with my nipples.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ he murmurs, his voice ragged with desire and eagerness.
I finally get to the last button of his shirt, yanking it open and helping him to pull it down his arms and drop it on the floor. Oh my God, this man.
‘You’re too much,’ I breathe, shamelessly admiring him, letting my hands explore the curve of his muscled shoulders, the hair on his solid chest, down his washboard abs.
‘No,’ he counters, ‘I’m just right for you.’
Cradling his face, I give him a wicked smile, dropping my hands to his shoulders and bringing my lips achingly close to his before I murmur, ‘Let’s find out, shall we?’
His eyes darken and I feel his cock pulse against my clit, making me gasp and grind against him, while he groans with pleasure. God, Ilovethat. I love that I’m the cause of that sound. I want more of it. Driven into a frenzy of need, I rake my fingers through his thick, messy hair and bring my lips to his ear to whisper, ‘I want you so badly.’
I’m rewarded with another desperate groan, his hands winding round to my arse and gripping me there as I rock against him once more, shivers of pleasure and anticipation rolling in waves down my spine.
‘Please,’ I murmur, taking his ear lobe between my teeth and squeezing it gently, ‘please fuck me, Mateo.’
He breaks, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me to the side, lying me flat on my back across his bed in a movement so swift and fast and sexy, I can barely keep my head straight. Holyshit, he’s strong. I mean, I knew he was strong, but he made me feel as if I didn’t weigh a fucking thing. He presses down on top of me and kisses me, my hands flying to his belt but I only manage to unbuckle it before I’m grabbing onto his hair again because the way his tongue is sliding against mine so urgently and roughly is making me lose my fucking mind and apparently all ability to do two things at once. He moves his kisses from my mouth to my jawline, giving me time to gasp for air, before his lips trail down my neck, collarbone, down my right breast and stopping to suck at my nipple.
‘Mateo!’ I whimper, my back arching off the bed, and the bastard chuckles.
He finishes what I started, taking his belt off and the rest of his clothes, while I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. When he peels his boxers down, I’m forced to wet my lips, my mouth has gone so dry. I could feel he was big, but even so, I underestimated him. He glances at my expression and a rogue smile appears on his lips.
‘Are you sure you want this, Ash?’ he says, running a palm softly over my stomach and bending down to kiss me just above my belly button. ‘We don’t have to. There’s plenty more we can do if you’re not ready. We have all the time.’
‘Not ready?’ I practically splutter, sitting up and wrapping my hand around his length, stroking it and earning the groanthat makes the ache between my legs throb. ‘I thought I’d made myself clear. Mateo, I want you more thananything.’
His eyes light with something like fire and his hand cups my face as he draws his mouth to mine, gasping at my lips as I pump his cock and moan into his mouth, imagining him inside of me, how incredible he would feel.
‘Fuck,fuck, Ash. Stop, it’s too good.’
He grabs my wrist to halt it and I let go, before he opens his bedside drawer and finds a condom, ripping the packet and sliding one on. I shuffle backwards and ease myself down as he moves to hover over me, his hand sliding between my legs, my stomach fluttering at his touch. I can feel his heart pounding as I press my palms against his chest, before looping my hands around his neck, closing my eyes giving in to the sensation of swirling heat that begins to build beneath his fingers. He’s so good at this. Like he knows exactly how I tick.
I moan his name as he drags his thumb over my clit, a satisfied sound rumbling in his chest as he hits my spot, swirling and increasing the pressure. My eyes flash open to find him gazing down at me, his dark eyes piercing, his jaw tense.
‘Fuck me,’ I plead helplessly, pleasure rolling through me at an alarming rate. ‘I need you inside of me. I want you. Fuck me, please.’
Am I begging?Christ, I’mbegging. This guy is so good at what he’s doing, he’s made all inhibitions vanish and the truth spill out of my mouth without any thought whatsoever. I’ve never felt so needy for anyone before and for a moment, I panic at how pathetic I must seem to him. But any worriesare crushed by his lips finding mine, his moan of pleasure filling my mouth as his control snaps, kissing me like he can’t get enough of me.
‘When you say things like that, you don’t know what you do to me,’ he tells me, grabbing his cock and brushing the end of it teasingly against my clit. ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. Only you.’
He edges himself into me and I gasp at the instant sparks of pleasure that ripple in waves through my body. He’s watching me closely, watching me take him.
‘Oh my God,’ I breathe, dragging my nails up and down his biceps, wound up, every part of me aching for him to go deeper. ‘More. More.’
His hand angles my leg so I spread wider for him, crying out in ecstasy as he pushes himself fully inside of me, filling me and touching a spot that’s never been reached before. He pulls out and pushes back in, groaning loudly into my neck, his breath tickling my skin and driving me wild. I feel feral, clawing at him, begging him for more, lifting my hips up into him, losing myself in this overwhelming sensation.
‘Fuck, Ash, you feel so fucking good,’ he grits out, moving slowly at first, every thrust sending me to a different plane, the rest of the world vanishing from existence.
He picks up the pace, driving into me quicker and harder, telling me raspily how beautiful I look like this, how he’s not going to last, capturing my moans in his mouth. His hand finds my clit and I clench around him. He swears profusely in Spanish.
‘More,’ I demand again, grinding into him, a woman possessed. ‘Harder.’
