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And with that statement and our needs and desires laid bare, we teetered on the edge of something that had the potential to be unforgettable.
7
FIR
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over Tomás’s sculpted body, highlighting each curve and dip of that sublime body, those sleek, sculpted muscles, those miles of bronzed skin. His dark eyes seemed to read my every thought as I swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in my chest. Why had those decided to make an appearance again? Everything had gone smoothly this time.
Tomás cupped my cheek with his large hand, brushing his thumb against my lower lip. “Fir, I promise I’ll give you what you crave, but you need to keep communicating with me, okay? I don’t want to fuck this up again.”
I winced at that last word. I’d hurt him, maybe even more than I had realized. York had said Tomás’s ego could take a rejection, but I wasn’t sure. Maybe he was more vulnerable than I had thought. “I promise.”
I reached up and pulled Tomás close again, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that set my entire body on fire. The warmth of his mouth against mine was intoxicating, and my nerves melted away. Our tongues danced together as we explored each other’s mouths, hands roaming freely over one another’s bodies. I rolled on top of him, loving how well our bodies fit together, and when he flipped me on my back, covering me, it was even better. With each touch, the anticipation grew, making me hungry for more, for everything Tomás could offer me.
Tomás pulled away from our kiss, his lips red and swollen. “Let’s get you ready.”
He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube. I’d debated prepping myself, but somehow I hadn’t wanted to. It had felt like jinxing it, so Tomás would have to do the honors. When I’d started having anal sex, I hated this part, but it had stopped bothering me a long time ago. Whether that was because it had become a part of my sex life with Samuel or because I was a doctor and had ceased to be grossed out by bodily functions, I wasn’t sure, but I had no problems with being prepped anymore.
Tomás massaged the lube around my entrance, his touch featherlight yet deliberate. It felt soothing, almost like a balm being applied to an area that had been neglected for far too long. As he inserted a single finger inside me, I focused on my breathing, adjusting to the new sensation. It had been a while. Four months. I’d had a medical conference in Florida and had spent a good deal of time hooking up—all discreetly, of course.
“Doing okay?” Tomás asked.
“More than okay.” I was surprised by how easily my body seemed to accept his touch.
With a nod, Tomás worked me open, using two fingers and, when I shifted impatiently, adding a third. His movements were slow, allowing my body ample time to adjust to the increasing fullness.
“God, you’re so tight, querido,” he groaned, tone thick with lust. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
It might’ve been a standard line he’d used on countless men, but if it was, he knew how to deliver it so it sounded sincere. A wave of excitement rolled through me, this charged anticipation that something good was about to happen. Something fantastic.
Tomás grabbed a condom and rolled it on with practiced ease.
“Ready?” His breath was hot against my ear as he positioned himself at my entrance.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Tomás pressed the head of his cock against me, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, taking his time.
“Feels so good,” I murmured. How easily I accepted him, our bodies merging like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. After the previous time, I had doubted the sexual chemistry between us, but now the connection we shared intensified with each moment.
“Kiss me.” I cradled his face in my hands. Tomás bent down, capturing my lips with his and letting our tongues tangle together in a heated dance until we ran out of breath.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” His voice was husky with desire. “So tight and warm and slick. Jesus Cristo, I’m having trouble going slow.”
“Then don’t.”
He halted, seeking my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent. Let me feel it, Tomás. Let me feel you.”
“Graças a Deus.”
I didn’t know how it was possible, but he was a hundred times sexier when he spoke Portuguese. It sounded sultry and sexy, even if he wasn’t saying anything else but “thank god.” Yes, I understood that much. I might’ve tried to learn some Portuguese back in the day.
Tomás folded my legs double and leaned forward, resting his arms on the bed as he slid in and out of me at an increasing tempo. Every thrust zinged through my ass like fire, spreading out into my entire body until everything sizzled and frizzled. Like I was slowly being electrocuted, except in the best way possible. The sensation of him moving within me was indescribable, as if every nerve ending had been set alight, sending waves of erotic pleasure crashing through me.
“Harder.” I gasped, intoxicated by the sensations coursing through my body.
Tomás complied, his movements becoming more forceful. Our bodies found their rhythm, moving as if we were one instead of two. A dam had been broken, unleashing a torrent of sensual rapture that threatened to sweep me away. All I could do was cling to Tomás and trust he would guide me through the storm.
