His mouth detached from her sensitive skin. “You’re so beautiful, babe. You were always sexy.”
She arched her back as his mouth made its way down her body, pausing over her hip bone and showering her belly in kisses as he pulled her jeans off. His hands pulled down her panties, and then he cupped her ass as she gripped his wild black hair.
His tongue gave a long, slow lick down her center, drawing a low, throaty moan from her throat. He teased her, tasting her without focusing where she needed him and making her squirm. Whenhis tongue found her clit, her body arched off the bed, and she felt him smile against her.
He pressed his finger inside of her and she moaned. The dual sensation of being penetrated while his mouth worked her pussy was so intense. So incredible. Back in college, their lovemaking had been so sweet, almost innocent. They had discovered whatthey liked together, especially Alma, who had been a virgin. But now, Jaime seemed to have all the moves. She pushed the thoughts of him being with other women out of her head.
He was with her now—no one else.
And he said he loved her.
His mouth focused on her, and the pleasure came in waves. She couldn’t hold back and came so hard all over his mouth. He lapped her up.
But she wasn’t done. She wanted more. Another round.
He sat back against the headboard, pulled her onto his lap as he guided her onto his cock. Gripping her hips, he slowly urged her to lower onto him, until he was fully inside her.
“Oh, Jaime, baby. Make me come again,” she said, her voice breathy.
His mouth went to work on her nipples as she rode him, rubbing her clit on his crotch, his huge cock filling her. It wasn’t long before they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, their breaths short pants of lust and need.
Then, right before the tight coil low in her belly threatened to ignite, Jaime lifted her chin and stared into her eyes, never losing her gaze. She loved him so much, in every way, mind, body, and soul.
“Baby, I’m right there. Don’t stop!” she screamed, savoring every moment of this ecstasy.
He thrust her down one more time, pushing deep as she came, Jaime falling over the edge right after.
He stroked her hair and buried his head in her chest.
“Alma, I don’t think I can ever let yougo.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jaime made love to Alma all night long. It was like back when they’d first started sleeping together in college. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They spent the next couple of days holed up in the hotel room or relaxing by the pool, just soaking up every minute left on the trip.
After taking brief breaks for food and beverages, they were back at it. Like rabbits.
But the vacation was coming to an end.
Jaime had meant it when he said he loved her.
But she hadn’t said it back.
Hedidlove her. But what did that matter?
Maybe she hadn’t said it back because she didn’t believe he would truly commit to her. Move for her, even.
Jaime resolved that he would fully commit to her. Tonight, at dinner.
It was a rare rainy evening in Guadalajara. Their last evening.Jaime had booked dinner at a restaurant in town with an award-winning chef, but Alma wanted to stay closer for their last night, so they planned to dine in the hotel restaurant.
Alma emerged from the bathroom wearing a long red dress that hugged all of her curves. Her black hair cascaded down her back. How did she get more and more beautiful every time he saw her?
“Good evening, gorgeous.” He kissed the nape of her neck. She smelled like vanilla and citrus. He couldn’t wait to take off her dress after dinner.
“Good evening, handsome.” She fixed his tie. “I like this suit. It’s no tuxedo or anything, but you clean up well.”
“I’m not putting on another tuxedo for a while.” He paused and realized he was wrong. There was a formal event in his near future. “Actually, that’s not true. I’ll be wearing one at Ramón’s wedding.”
