My heart flutters in my chest at the thought of him… delivering. “Tell me about this control coat,” I say, in need of a distraction.
“We use it between the base coats and the candy to make sure there’s no tiger striping.”
For the next two coats of base, Mateo stands behind me, guiding my movements. His nearness makes me dizzy with need, but I shove it down, determined to impress him with my non-existent paint skills.
“For the control coat, we’re going to up the PSI to thirty-one and spray the entire thing in one continuous pass. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He stays behind me, our bodies perfectly aligned. I can feel the hardness of his erection pressed firmly into my backside and with every pass, I feel my panties getting wetter. Who freaking knew painting was so sexy?
Right when I think I can’t take another second, we finish and he steps away. My body instantly misses the heat of his.
“I am going to mix the candy. Will you wipe down the Jeep with this tack tag?”
I do as he says and then we get down to work shooting the Powerwheel with four coats of candy pink and two coats of clear.
Once we finish the last coat, we stand back and admire our handiwork. “You did good,” he praises as he strips off his gloves and washes his hands.
“Thanks to my teacher.”
He steps aside so I can use the sink.
“Why don’t you come over here and thank me properly?” His voice is pure lust and I find myself more turned on and eager to please than ever.
I close the gap between us, skipping straight over tentative and exploring as I claim his mouth with my own. He runs his hands up and down my back, lighting me up from the inside out.
I wiggle closer to him, searching for something I can’t quite name—that is, until he fists my hair with one hand and my ass with the other. I moan as he tugs my head back and slides his tongue against mine sensually.
At this point, I’m not sure who’s thanking who, but as long as he never stops kissing me, I don’t really care.
He shoves his knee between my legs and uses the hand on my ass to pull me flush against him. His thick erection feels like a steel rod.
Would his monster-dick even fit? I wonder as I fight the urge to rock against his thigh.
I’m so lost in him, in this kiss, that I don’t realize I’ve lost the fight with myself until he groans and drops his other hand to my ass and begins guiding my movements.
Up, down. Up, down.
He moves my body against his in a way that sparks are flashing beneath my closed lids. My entire body trembles as euphoria like I’ve never felt before washes over me.
I clench my jaw to keep from crying out when the pleasure becomes unbearable. How can he make me feel this good from just a kiss?
“Let me hear you, mariposita,” he growls against my lips.
“I… I… need,” I pant, unable to string enough words together to make a sentence.
“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you.”
“I need…” He adds a swivel motion as he rocks me against him and my entire body convulses.
“Do you need to come, Seraphine?”
“Yes,” I whine, desperate to fall into the abyss of pleasure he’s holding me over.
“Can I touch you?” he asks through gritted teeth.
The fact that he’s a gentleman in the heat of the moment means everything to me. “Yes, please, yes.”
He tugs down the zipper of my coveralls before sliding the material from my shoulders, revealing to him my white lace bralette. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of each breast. “So perfect.”
“Less talking,” I mumble, as my eyes glaze over with want.
Mateo spins me, bringing my back to his front before snaking his hand down the opening of my coveralls. He rubs me twice over the lace of my panties before pulling them to the side and sliding his thick index finger over my slit.
“You’re so wet for me, mariposita. So warm. I bet you taste as good as you feel.”
His dirty words nearly fry my brain.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He presses his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin as he rubs his index finger in a tight circular motion over my clit until I’m reduced to a trembling mass of embers desperate to ignite.
I open my mouth to beg for more, but as if he can anticipate my need, Mateo slides a single finger inside of me. “So tight,” he rumbles, using the heel of his hand to massage my clit as he pumps in and out of me. He rocks his hips in rhythm with the white-hot pleasure he’s bringing me, and something about the combined sensation of his rock-hard cock pressing into my back and the ministrations of his skilled, calloused fingers has me seeing stars.