Page 75 of The Hollywood Switch-up

“Not yet.” He pulled back as she crested, and she made a sound embarrassingly close to a whimper. His fingers replaced his mouth, sliding through her wetness, and when he pushed two inside her, she cried out loud enough to startle something in the nearby trees.

“You’re a sadist,” she gasped. “A beautiful, infuriating—oh god right there—sadist.”

“Así, mi amor. Just like that.” He curled his fingers, finding the spot that made her vision blur. “Squeeze me. Apriétame. I want to feel this tight pussy pulse while you fall apart on my hand—I want to feel how you milk my fingers when you can’t hold back anymore.”

She was close again, thighs trembling against his shoulders. She looked down and saw his other hand pressed against himself underwater, stroking slowly.

“Let me see.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. “Let me watch how hard you are.”

He groaned like she’d punched him. His hand fell away, and even with the water lapping at his waist, she could see the outline of him straining against his shorts, thick and desperate.

“You see what you do to me? I’m stroking myself to the sounds you’re making—your moans, the way you whimper when I curl my fingers, how you clench every time I talk like this.” He groaned. “Dios, I want to be inside you so bad. Want to feel how perfectly you'd take me while I tell you how much I need this, need you. I could come just from the taste of you, from how you squeeze me when I talk like this.”

The idea—that she could do that to him—made her clench around his fingers.

His mouth returned to her clit, sucking firmly while his fingers maintained their relentless rhythm, and the pressure built, building⁠—

“Córrete para mí, Princesa.” He met her eyes, chin wet, gaze black. “Come on my fingers. I want to taste how hard you come for me, how you flood my hand because you can’t hold back anymore.”

The orgasm crashed through her, and she cried his name as her whole body convulsed. He didn’t stop—kept stroking, kept murmuring against her skin—“eso es, mi vida, eso es—give it all to me, every fucking tremor, let me have all of it”—until she was oversensitive, pushing at his shoulders.

He gentled immediately, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she came down.

She pulled him up, needing his mouth on hers, needing him close in a way that had nothing to do with orgasms.

“Perfecta.” His voice was rough against her. “Eres tan jodidamente perfecta para mí.”

He was still hard against her thigh, aching, and she reached for him underwater.

His hand caught her wrist. “Wait.”

“I want to touch you. I want to feel how hard you are because of me.”

“And I want that so badly I can’t see straight.” He brought her hand up and pressed a kiss to her palm. “But if you wrap your hand around me right now, I’ll come in seconds, and that’s not how this goes.” His forehead dropped against hers. “I want our first time in bed. I want to pin you down and slide inside you so slow you feel every inch. I want to watch your face when I bottom out and you realize how deep I am. I want to fuck you until you’re hoarse from saying my name, and then I want to stretch you open again and do it all over.”

“That’s a very specific plan.”

“I’ve had weeks to think about it.”

“Then remember this.” She kissed him slowly, deliberately, until his breath went ragged. “Remember that when you’re lying alone tonight without me.”

“Dios mío.” His voice cracked. “You’re trying to destroy me.”

“Just making sure you don’t sleep either.” She kissed him. “You said you wanted our first time in bed. I’m holding you to that.”

He caught her chin and tilted her face up. “I’m trying to be the man my Tita raised me to be, which is very difficult when you’re wet and naked and looking at me like you want to swallow me whole.”

He lifted her off the ledge, carrying her toward his villa.

“Stefan, I have functioning legs.”

“I’m aware. I’ve thought about them extensively.” He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Wrapped around my waist, specifically. Let me have this.”

He gave her one of his shirts, and she crawled into his bed while he toweled off.

When he slid in beside her and pulled her back against his chest, her breath slowed, her guard lowered. The heat from the pool was still humming under their skin, a promise deferred. He was holding her like he had all the time in the world, and that was the most dangerous thing of all.

ERIKA