The murky cloud in his gaze clears away when I say, “Let me be your light.” I rock my hips forward, dragging my soaked sex along the length of his stiffened shaft. “I may not understand this industry, but that doesn’t mean I can’t guide you through the darkness.”
Chapter 23
Heavy sentiment fills the air when I grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. The mood is so thick; it's almost palpable. As my breasts fall gently to my chest, Rico devours me with passionate dark eyes. I arch towards him, my aching breasts thrusting out in offering. A shiver runs the length of my spine when the back of Rico's hand runs over my inflamed cheeks before tracing the curve of my heaving chest.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I’ve been waiting for you to be sure.”
I sigh in relief before a broad grin stretches across my face. “And here I was the whole time thinking you didn’t want me.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” He locks his entrancing eyes with mine. “You’re my light in a world full of blackness.”
A faint purr topples from my O-formed mouth when he runs his finger across the pebbled bud of my nipple, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my pussy.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
When I see the darkness in his eyes fading, I nod. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I feel him growing beneath me, getting thicker and wider. My belly flutters with butterflies as the ache between my legs grows stronger.
“Please, Enrique,” I shamelessly beg when his hands remained fisted at the side of his hips. “I need you. Please.”
"That sounds more like someone who is sure than a simple nod of a head,” he replies to my shameful plea.
When he shifts his hips upwards, I quiver above him, wild and free of any doubt. “I’m sure. Very, very sure,” I purr.
My words turn into a gargle when his tongue circles my nipple before he sucks it into his warm, inviting mouth. I draw him in closer, my soaked core tightening with every swirl of his tongue. My hands are all over him, unable to resist feeling the softness of his skin pulled taut over his brawny muscles. The roughness of the stubble on his chin adds to the excitement clustering in my pussy. I rock against him, needing something to quench the insane throb between my legs.
Every thrust of my hips has my mind spiraling, incapable of thinking of anything but the hard ridge in his cotton boxers. My nipple pulls out of his talented mouth with a pop when I draw my chest away from him. I don’t need to speak, the hankering in my eyes relays the whole story.
With a seductive smirk etched on his face, he mutters, “Be my guest, Kitten.”
A groan tears from his throat when I run my hand along the extended length protruding from his boxer shorts. He places his hands on the side of his hips before lifting his glorious backside off the bed so I can slide his boxer shorts down his thighs.
I freeze for a moment, giving my eyes time to absorb the enormity of his glorious package. His cock is jutted and hard as stone, the tip glistening with evidence of his arousal. I grip my hand around the base of his cock before adding another, unsure if one hand will be adequate to handle so much man. Rico chuckles lightly at my unsureness. Normally, any hint of amusement in a bedroom would have me cowering, but his laughter spurs on my pursuit. It isn't malicious or vindictive; it's heartwarming and kind.
Any humor left lingering on his mouth is wiped straight off his face when I run my tongue over the crest of his cock, eagerly gathering up his drop of pre-cum. I stroke his heated flesh with my hand while my mouth and tongue work on his swollen knob. I take him deeper, all the way to the back of my throat when guttural hisses escape his lips.
“Don’t choke yourself, Kitten. Only take as much as you can,” Rico mutters through a groan.
Fighting through my gag reflex, I take him even deeper, goaded by the raspy moans rumbling up his chest and the spark of lust brightening his eyes. His thumbs stroke the heavy grooves in the side of my cheeks from my greedy sucks. It aids in soothing the ache of my muscles as I give it my all. I work the smooth velvet crest of his cock in and out of my swollen lips, loving the weight of his substantial manhood in my mouth.
His hands move to my hair when I run my tongue down the vein nourishing his glorious penis. A ghost of a smile creeps onto my lips, relishing in discovering one of his weak spots. It's a rare treat to find vulnerability in a man as controlled as Rico.
“The desires of my cock aren’t my weakness, Kitten. You are,” Rico mutters, once again reading my inner dialogue.
Still pumping his silky-smooth shaft with my hand, I lift my hanker-filled eyes to his. “Show me.”
He bands his arms around me and pulls me toward him. With one hand on the nape of my neck and the other on the curve of my back, he kisses with so much passion, my libido soars to never before reached levels. His kiss is primal and urgent, and it shreds any chance of walking away from our relationship with my heart intact. I melt, fully surrendering to the man who can wipe away every insecurity I’ve ever had with a simple kiss.
By the time his lips move to my neck, I'm totally lost to the desire burning through me. “Enrique. . .”
“Shh, Kitten.”
He adjusts our position, so my back is resting against the softness of the mattress while he is kneeling. The damp mess between my legs grows when he snaps my panties off my body before pinning my wrist above my head. I squirm beneath him, both ticklish and turned on when he trails his beard across my silky skin, marking every inch of me with his spicy scent.
His natural dominance oozes out of him in bucket loads, but I’m too caught up in the thrill of chasing a climax to care, and in all honesty, his strength and assuredness calms me. He will never intentionally hurt me, so I feel safe with him even while being held aggressively.
When Rico’s scratchy beard reaches my aching-with-need core, he stops and stares unashamedly at my bare mound. “Pretty and pink, and dripping with wetness. My little kitten is ravishing.”
