Any hostility lingering in the back of my mind becomes a distant memory when he lifts and locks his heavy-hooded gaze with me. His eyes are dominating and forceful, and they make my pussy pulse with desire.
He stares at me for several moments, as if waiting for permission. When I nod, allowing my body to win this round in the debilitating mind versus heart debate, Rico slowly inches his finger inside my shuddering core in a long, mouthwatering thrust.
My pussy grows wetter when he says, "Ah, my naughty little Kitten. I've only just touched you, and you're already wet for me."
A whimpering groan flows from my gaped mouth when he withdraws his finger at the same tortuous pace he entered it. My pussy quivers around him, begging for him to stay, to make me come. I groan when he fully withdraws his finger. My disgruntled whine switches to a moan when he pops his glistening digit into his mouth. A flicker of light fires through his dark gaze, closely followed by a carnal growl.
“You taste exactly how I remember.”
When his arms curl around me, I arch into his embrace, surrendering to the power he holds over me. As he paces toward the bed, he seals his lips over mine and spears his tongue into my mouth. Just like our kiss in the Escalade, he explores my mouth in slow and controlled strokes. He savors every inch of me like he's afraid I may soon vanish.
I float into the softness of high thread count linen when he lays me down in the middle of the bed. I'm splayed before him naked, quivering, and wet, while he is fully clothed, but not the slightest twinge of modesty encroaches me. I don’t have time to be modest when I’m battling a ferocious out-of-control wildfire raging in the pit of my womb.
He cups my breast in his large hand, kneading and caressing it with gentle squeezes, while I rock against him, wanting to feel him on every inch of me.
“Enrique. . .”
“Shh, Kitten. I’ve got you.”
My teeth comb over my bottom lip when he lowers his mouth to my aching-with-need breasts and tugs my nipple with his teeth. It sends a jolt of both pleasure and pain to my soaked pussy. My nipples are usually not an erogenous zone, but every tug of his teeth tightens my coil more. Inaudible purrs ripple through my lips when his long, dexterous fingers work one of my nipples into a hard bud while his mouth bites, licks and sucks the other.
When he lifts his head and looks at me, I'm confronted with the same pair of eyes that blessed my dreams every night the past week. They are beautiful and innocent, causing my heart to swell. Prickles sprout on my skin when he places a trail of kisses down my misted-with-sweat stomach. My legs squeeze together, vainly trying to lessen the insane throb between them when his tongue delves out to lick the salty substance slicking my skin with moisture. I watch him, panting and incredibly turned on as he makes his way to the region of my body paying careful attention to every move he makes.
He kneels beside me, still fully clothed. “I’ve never seen a pussy as pretty as yours.” He brushes his hand down my soaked sex.
A tinge of vulnerability clouds my perception as this man who obviously has extensive knowledge of the female anatomy eyes me, but when he thrusts his finger back inside me, I push my weakness to the side, deciding now is not the time to evaluate the sexual conquests of my husband.
My pussy ripples around him greedily, sucking him in deeper when he switches from one finger to two. I arch my back as a needy moan purrs through my lips. My brain is mindless, stuck in a trance of chasing an orgasm.
Rico lowers his head and sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth, boosting my race to climax. I dart my hands down to entwine my fingers through his hair, needing something to tether me down as I begin floating towards orgasmic bliss.
He rolls his tongue around my clit as my pants become labored and breathless. “Oh. . . God. . . Enrique.”
Every muscle in my body tightens as his tongue works on my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me in precise, effortless thrusts. My back arches further off the bed with every flick of his tongue. I can feel my orgasm building, but something is holding it back, stopping it from being released.
“Stop fighting me, Kitten. Give me what I want, then I’ll give you the same.”
When the tension scorching through my body becomes too much to handle, I slump into the mattress and let out a long, throaty purr, surrendering not just my body to the man kneeling before me, but my heart as well.
“Good girl,” Rico mutters against the quaking lips of my pussy. “Now you’ll get what you need.”
He increases the pressure of his tongue on my clit, and the pumps of his fingers become unyielding, switching my sprint to climax from a leisured walk to a hundred-meter dash. Sweat slicks my skin as a massive rush of euphoria blazes through every nerve of my body.
Gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled hold, I climax while whispering “Enrique” into the early morning air on repeat. I shudder and shake beneath him, not the slightest bit ashamed that he just brought me to climax without removing an article of his clothing.
He gradually brings me down from orgasmic bliss by using a gentler approach than he used to take me there. He slows the thrust of his fingers while keeping pressure on my throbbing clit with his teeth. His bite is firm enough I'll never forget he was there, but soft enough to guide me down from the haze of climax.
Once every orgasmic shudder has been exhausted, Rico presses a kiss on my right inner thigh before locking his eyes with my weary gaze. From the exulted gleam in his eyes, anyone would swear it was him who just endured the strongest climax of his life, not me. He looks smug, cocky, and if I’m not mistaken. . . pleased, whereas my earth-shattering climax took the last portion of energy I had left in my body, making me limp, incoherent and drained—mentally and physically.
When the lengths of my blinks grow longer, Rico rolls onto his side and gathers me into his arms. His thick, hard body heats my back and spreads warmth across my chest, adding to the breakneck speed of events that are already tethering my heart to him.
Pulling the blankets out from beneath me, he covers me with their heavenly softness before muttering, “Sleep, Kitten. I’ll be here when you wake.”
Chapter 17
“Run, Katie, run!” I scream through a sheet of tears streaming down my cheeks.
My stomach lurches when a stained white handkerchief narrows in on my face, which protests the strong waft of chemicals lingering from it. I kick the shin of the person who has his broad arm wrapped around my torso, fighting to break free. Even in my endeavors to escape the clutches of the person dragging me across the cracked concrete sidewalk, my eyes remained locked on Katie, my next-door neighbor and best friend since kindergarten. She wouldn’t have been in this predicament if I hadn’t convinced her to walk to the corner store against our parents’ wishes on a late Friday afternoon.
