So he raised his head and rubbed his cheek against her, letting the incipient stubble on his face prickle against her soft skin, her beaded nipple. Lifting a hand, he cupped the slight weight of her breast and brushed across its tight point with the pad of his thumb. It stiffened further beneath the contact, her areola furling into an intricate, fascinating design.
She squirmed against him, but he didn’t hurry. He rubbed and circled until she closed her eyes, swallowing hard. Then he plucked her nipple, pinching lightly. Just hard enough to prick at her nerve endings and stimulate her.
Her hips began a subtle rock against his, and he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her legs opened, and then she was straddling him, her knees planted beside his ribs as she supported herself on her hands and moaned.
He prodded the tight nub of flesh with his tongue and gave her nipple one last, harder suck. Then he moved to the other side, teasing her and licking her until her eyes closed and her hair fell around them both.
After another minute, she murmured, “Enough teasing.”
Her weight shifted atop him, and her right hand grasped his cock, her grip firm and knowledgeable. His head fell back, his lips parting. He could only clutch her to him then, only run his hands in frantic strokes along her sides and back, only squeeze her round ass as she took control and pumped him up and down, up and down.
Oh, Jesus. He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to explode in her hand before he even got inside her. Certainly before she had a chance to come. But he couldn’t seem to move away from the blinding pleasure of her touch.
She claimed his mouth, tracing the seam of his lips with her tongue until he opened to her. Her tongue flicked against his, playing. He sucked the tip of it, and the rhythm of herhand faltered. Encouraged, he did it again, and she arched against him, her grip loosening.
His mind cleared just enough to do the right thing.
Gently, he pulled her hand away from his cock. She was draped over him, her legs on either side of his. The perfect position for what he wanted.
Sliding his hand between their bodies, he stroked over her belly and combed through her curls. Then he reached her wet heat, and his mind went white.
Christ. Christ, she was soft and slippery beneath his fingers. At the first rub of his thumb over her clit, she jerked and made a choked sound.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Do that again.”
Oh, fuck, he wanted to. He really did. But he had something else in mind.
He parted her folds, opening them. Then he positioned his erection along that wet furrow, took her hips in his hands, and slid her back and forth, letting the pressure and hardness of his cock rub against her clit.
“Ohhhh.” Her legs spread further, and she started panting. “That feels…”
He circled his hips, and she bit her lip, bearing down on him.
Her slickness was bathing the base of his cock, she was rocking against him and whimpering, and this was the best sexual experience of his life, bar none. Her entire body stiffened, and she gave a loud, low moan as her sex twitched against his erection and she began shuddering in orgasm.
He couldn’t stop himself from coming at the same time, the smell and sounds and feel of her pleasure too much for him to endure.
She collapsed on top of him as he jerked and groaned, his mind mercifully blank.
Recovering a few stray brain cells took a long, long time.And then they were lying there, trembling and gasping, glued together with various bodily fluids, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from declaring his fealty and his heart. From cuddling her close and swearing he’d never let her go again.
Because he would let her go. Soon. So he had no idea what to say or do. What hecouldsay or do without revealing too much.
Mercifully, however, Lucy took charge once again. Tipping up her chin, she planted a kiss on his mouth. After levering himself off of him, she crawled to the edge of the mattress and hopped down.
As she headed for the bathroom with remarkable energy, she called out cheerfully, “One orgasm down, many more to go!”
As always, she was the optimistic sort. But in this case, he thought he could oblige.
NINE
After they’dboth cleaned up, Lucy immediately climbed back on top of the tangled sheets. Sebastián, however, waited by the side of the bed, his thick brows drawn in concern.
Not that her gaze lingered on his brows. Not when such an impressive display of manhood stood before her, completely uncovered and hers to touch.
He wasn’t bulky. Instead, he was all sleek lines and lithe muscles. Undeniably fit, with the strong thighs and thick biceps to prove it, but lean. Not a man impressed with muscle size for its own sake. And he had next to no body hair, except under his arms and around the exceptional package Mother Nature had seen fit to give him in recompense for delayed physical development.
Her new favorite feature on his body: the little dimple above each cheek of that taut, round ass. Or maybe the arch of his back when she stroked his cock, or the lines carved across his forehead as he tried to hold back for her sake, or the tight buds of his nipples when he came. She couldn’t decide.
