“I’m loyal to you,” I say. “That’s all I’ve ever been,” I confess.
Moreno’s eyes shine with warmth. “Good.” His breath falls to my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh. “Tell me you want me.” His kisses are warm and make my insides tingle with delight.
I do want him.
I want more than just his kisses.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
It’s difficult to speak as my thoughts get muddled. He’s no longer pressing my wrists to the bed. His palm caresses my breast through my shirt as he brings his lips back to mine for another searing kiss.
He’s teasing me with this slow dance.
I lift my hips, gyrating, needing more than just a simple kiss. “I want you to fuck me,” I say, staring at him.
A wry smile flicks at the corners of his lips.
“Naughty language, Paige. I hope you don’t talk like that around my daughter.”
Moreno’s eyes crinkle with mirth. He inches my shirt and lets his lips linger, and caress my bare skin before removing my shirt.
His eyes shine as he admires my breasts, lavishing each one with attention.
But I want more.
“You have too many clothes on.” I tug at his shirt, ripping the buttons off in my attempt to open his dress shirt.
He stares down at me. “That’s coming out of your stipend.”
I think he’s joking. I’m not entirely sure. “Then I demand a raise.”
Moreno chuckles and pulls back long enough to remove his pants before I rip them open next. “Down tiger,” he says.
He does this to me, makes me wild with wanton need.
Never in my life have I experienced sex like this, primal, instinctive, and blazing intense like the heat of a thousand suns.
His hand is rough and warm, and he slips his digits inside my pajama bottoms. He rubs against my panties with two fingers, stroking my slit, teasing me.
“You’re already wet for me,” Moreno whispers into my ear.
He slaps my sex, and I no longer keep my moans silent and muffled.
Moreno shoves his mouth over mine to keep me quiet. His tongue pushes past my lips, and he pushes my pajama bottoms and panties down in one swoop.
He slides down my torso, his tongue flicking at my tiny bead, two fingers thrusting in and out of my sex.
My fingers bunch into fists, tangling in the bedsheets as warmth and wetness build inside of me.
The room is several degrees warmer, and I feel the building crescendo of an impending orgasm.
My toes curl, and my back arches off the mattress.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps working its magic, moving at the same steady speed, driving me wild.
Moreno knows just what to do, and I’m tinkering over the edge before falling into oblivion.
Gasping for air, my heart pounds against my chest.