Julieta was glad she found a man who thought her curves were attractive.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He kissed her neck, the scruff from his chin scraping against her skin.
She removed his clothes. Now it was her turn to stare. His chiseled body was like a dream. He was hard where she was soft.
Ramón pressed her back against the bed and lowered his body on top of hers. Julieta writhed under him. She was already so wet in anticipation of him.
He cupped one of her breasts and sucked on her nipple, as Julieta stroked his cock.
Ramón kissed slowly down her body. His touch was gentle, but the teasing was unbearable. Julieta was going to explode. He spread her legs wide and licked her as pleasure throbbed through her. She thrashed around on the bed as he drove her out of her mind with delight.
She was almost there when he stopped, leaving her breathless. She caught the hungry look in his eye.
She pulled him up and knelt in front of him. She couldn’t wait to suck his cock.
She gripped the base and took him deep.
Ramón groaned but nudged her head off him. “I want you.”
Julieta’s body was on fire.
Ramón was so gorgeous naked. His dark skin accentuated every muscle. He was an Aztec god. And she couldn’t wait for him to conquer her.
He grabbed a condom and rolled it on.
She lay back, and he kissed her neck as she welcomed him deep into her soul.
“Oh, Ramón.”
His hard body pressed against hers as his rhythm quickened. She screamed in ecstasy.
Ramón kissed her neck and then slid out slowly. Julieta ached without him. He sat up on the bed.
“Ride me.”
Julieta slowly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch. She gasped. He filled her perfectly.
“Let me look at you,” he said.
She smiled and then he smiled. And they both laughed. They kissed, and she started rubbing her clit against him, the tension sending pulses of pleasure through her brain.
He sucked on her nipples, and Julieta was almost over the edge of ecstasy. His hands clutched her bottom as he guided her rhythm. She threw her head back in abandon.
Julieta never wanted this moment to end. She was so close.
“Ay, Ramón!”
He held her close, and she came harder than she ever had as he grunted in pleasure.
He brushed back her hair and looked at her. “Te amo, Julieta.”
He loved her? And as she thrust against him and he cried out her name, coming inside her, she answered.
“Te amo, Ramón.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
