I gasp softly, a whimper of longing escaping from my parted lips. And that’s all it takes for him to step forward, kicking the door shut behind him and jerking me into his arms. His lips crash into mine as he walks us backward toward the bed, his hands sliding up my back and flipping my shirt over my head.
Raw desire sluices through me and I claw at the waistband of his shorts, undoing the button and dragging the zipper down. The backs of my fingers brush against hot skin and wiry hair.Commando.The word slides through my head as his hand reaches down to cover mine, guiding me, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing flesh. As I pump my fist up and down his hardened length, the bikini strings at my neck and back are quickly dispatched, leaving my breasts bare against his polo shirt.
I moan in protest. “Shirt. Off.”
He chuckles softly, pulling it over his head. My puckered nipples press against the warm skin of his chest, and I sigh, my fingers tightening.
“Careful,” he rasps, brushing the back of my hand as he reaches for my shorts.
It’s my turn to grin as I gentle my hold, still pumping his thick, hot, sensitive flesh.
He slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties and tugs, leaving me as naked as him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body flush against his, spreading my legs when he lifts me off the ground, settling me around his waist. I lock my ankles around his back and savor the taste of his tongue in my mouth, of his erection pressing insistently into my belly, of his body – sleek and hot and smooth – holding up mine like I weigh nothing.
“This is only...round one,” he breathes, leaning forward until my back touches down on the bed. He nuzzles my nose with his, his breath hot on my cheek. “I’m coming back at midnight.”
I unlock my ankles and stare up at him, smiling. “Promise?”
Standing at the side of the bed, he fists my legs and jerks me to the edge. Falling to his knees in a position less penitent than impatient, he hooks my knees over his shoulders.
“Yes,” he growls, leaning down until I feel that same hot breath against my clit.
His fingers spread me open gently as he laps a circle around the hard, throbbing bud. I throw back my head, grinding it into the comforter as I bite my upper lip and let out a long, low moan. He wraps his arms around my legs, his hands clasping my ass firmly, as his tongue flicks lazily over my clit. I’m breathing so fast, I’d pass out if my eyes weren’t closed. It’s not that this is a new experience for me, but a lot of guys don’t know what they’re doing. And Rio? My Desidério? He does. Oh, my God, he knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.
As one orgasm peaks and another starts to build, I open my eyes and lean forward, bracing on my elbows so I can see his dark head between my thighs. And the sight of him? Working his magic on the tenderest parts of me? It makes tears spring to my eyes as a second orgasm rolls through me, deep and wonderful, tensing every muscle in my body before releasing them all at the same time.
It’s fucking ecstasy.
I’m still sighing with pleasure as he slides up my body, dotting kisses on my abs and nipples before looking at me with a satisfied grin. His lips are slick and red as he gently repositions me in the middle of the bed.
“Are you on, um, the pill?”
I look up through a haze of desire and murmur, “Mm-hm.”
“I’m clean,” he says, lining up his erection at the entrance of my sex. “I’m not a ... a whore.”
That makes me smile, because it means something to him. It means something to me, too.
“Me neither.”
“I want to make you feel good,” he says, reaching for my hips and slowly sliding forward.
“I do,” I sigh, my body stretching as he inches inside of me.
His eyes stay focused on mine as our bodies meld together. It’s profoundly intimate and heightens my growing feelings, mixing them inexorably with our physical connection.
I am falling for you, I realize as he fills me completely, his breath falling in hot pants by my ear.I am falling for you, Desidério Gabriel.
I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes as he pumps in and out of my body, his hands clasping my hips gently, but firmly. He is thick and hot—much larger than any man I’ve ever been with—and at first, after so long without a lover, it aches as he fills me over and over again. But with each thrust, he coaxes me totakemore, towantmore, and finally, todemandmore, my hands sliding down to his ass, my fingers curling into his skin.
“Faster,” I murmur. “More.”
He obliges instantly, holding me closer as he buries himself as deep as possible, his flesh an extension of mine, my heart bursting with unspoken possibilities and hopes that I can barely express. And when we come, we come together, our bodes trembling and our fingers holding on. He gentles his movements, his pants slowing down as my convulsing muscles milk the last of his tribute. And then we are still. Sated.
“Am I too heavy?” he finally asks, leaning up on elbows to look down at me.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me with wonder, and a tear slips from my eye, into my hair. He wipes it away tenderly, licking the salt from his finger.