He probably does, the bastard. But I can’t say I don’t enjoy it. The way his warm, calloused hands glide over my body, tracing patterns into my back, my sides.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, before he presses his lips to the curve of my neck, the arch of my collarbone. His tongue flicks against my clavicle, and I shiver, a motion that continues from the top of my head all the way down to my curled toes.
His hands trace the edges of my bra, his fingertips gentle yet sure at the same time, as he follows the band around to my back and slowly, slowly enough that it makes my whole body quake with want, he undoes the clasp. Lets it fall away between us. I shift my arms to let him slide it off, and when he leans in to drop it beside the couch, my nipples graze his chest through the fabric of his shirt, already starting to stiffen.
His mouth dips lower, a searing hot brand against my skin as he kisses my chest, then lower, following the slope to the spot between my breasts. His tongue darts out across my smooth skin, and I inhale sharply, which makes him tilt his head to grin up at me.
“I want to taste every inch of you, Selena,” he whispers, and his breath feels cool against the skin he just licked, until he lowers his face to press his mouth against me again, hot all over. The temperature differences make me shiver, makes my heart speed up and my head swim.
He shifts his mouth to trail his tongue up and over my breast, until he reaches my areola. He doesn’t touch my nipple, not yet, but he circles it with his lips, his tongue, even his teeth, grazing my skin gently, not enough to hurt but enough to make me shiver from that sharp contrast.
All the while, I arch my back, press my chest closer to his face, his searching mouth. Finally, with a sly grin that tells me he knows exactly how badly he’s torturing me, Antonio curls his tongue around the hard nub of my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I moan at the feel of his tongue brushing over my nipple, over and over, while his other hand travels up my waist to cup my other breast, his thumb following the same path as his tongue, rubbing across my other nipple again and again.
I let my eyes fall shut, and I lose myself in the sensations. In him. In this man who knows my body almost better than I do; who constantly surprises me with the way he touches me, firm yet gentle at the same time, like I’m something precious and important.
When he pulls away to switch his mouth to my other breast, and his hand to the one he just tongued, he pauses to catch my eye, a playful glint in his. “Still feeling okay?” he asks, that one eyebrow arched, and I smile at him, unable to contain it, how happy this man makes me.
“Oh, much better than okay,” I assure him.
His grin widens. “Good.” Then his mouth closes over my other breast, and I’m lost in the sensations all over again.
True to his word, Antonio takes his time. When he’s finished making me arch and moan, trying to press my breast against his lips more firmly, he kisses his way down to my stomach, that same tongue flicking in and out of my navel in a slow, teasing motion, before he bites me, just hard enough to make me gasp.
And then his hands are on the clasp of my jeans, and I forget about anything except the heavy weight between my thighs, practically pulsing with want. God, I’ve never been this turned on before. “Antonio,” I breathe, and he pauses, which makes me want to scream. But then he rests his chin on my belly, tilts his eyes up to mine.
“I told you, Selena. Every inch of you.” With those words fresh on his tongue, his hands finish undoing my jeans button. He pushes them down my hips, which I lift up off the couch cushion to help him, eager to have them off and discarded.
He peels them off my legs one at a time, as if he’s unwrapping a present. To judge by the expression on his face, one of nearly awed glee, I suppose he is. Maybe that’s how he views me, like a gift.
It wouldn’t surprise me, because that’s how I’m starting to think of him. I have no idea where this man came from, or why I feel so comfortable and relaxed around him. Why I trust him more than I trust just about anyone else I’ve ever met.
Why I’m starting to fall for him.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, it’s so sudden and intense. But it softens as Antonio continues to kiss me, his tongue tracing over the thin lace fabric of my panties, then down, down my thighs, past my knees to my calves, my ankles. He licks the arch of one of my feet, making me shiver, and then he shifts over to do the same to my other foot, until I feel like a puddle is forming between my thighs.