God, his voice when he’s turned on.
Feeling him toy with the zipper of my sweater, I pull back, my chest heaving as I study his blood-rushed lips and darkened eyes. His gaze follows his fingers, tugging the zipper down, revealing my sheer bralette.
“Mierda,” he mutters. “Look at you.”
When he wraps his mouth around my nipple through the bra, I cry out, throwing my head back.
This has never felt so good.
Nothing’s ever felt this good, and I haven’t even had sex with him yet.
I let him push my sweater off my shoulders while rocking over him. He guides me with his hands on my hips, giving attention to both my peaked nipples.
“No dry humping,” he whispers. “As much as I enjoyed it, I’m going to need to fuck you today, or else I’ll lose my mind.”
I nod, agreeing.
I grab a fistful of his hair, prying him away to kiss him deeply, salaciously, dirtily, which makes him smile with satisfaction. Rising on my knees, I slip my right hand in his boxers to grab his erection, a surprised sound catching in my throat. I barely felt him the one time I got to touch him, but now that my hand is wrapped around his base and pumping up to the tip, I feel how well-endowed he is.
And the cocky bastard knows it.
He smirks through the kiss while lifting his hips to push his sweatpants and boxers down. As I pull away and move just a bit backward to see what I’m doing, I look at the way his lips part.
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” he rasps.
I shift my attention to my fist wrapped around him, feelingmy panties go slick at the sight before me. I pump him slowly, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the slit to spread the bead of pre-cum around. Diego’s hips jerk, and I study his face to see what he likes. He likes it when I squeeze just enough when I get to the crown. Likes it when my nails graze the underside of his throbbing cock. Likes it when I start picking up my pace, his breathing growing heavier.
“Fuck,” he whispers roughly. “Just like that.”
After he manages to unclasp my bralette and throws it on the couch, he stares at my cleavage as though he’s never seen one before. I laugh at his expression, but he only shakes his head before his hand is palming one breast as the other gains attention from his tongue.
I arch into him, marveling at the way he worships me with soft kisses and then more aggressive ones, nibbling on my skin and leaving his mark.
I pump him harder with a torturous pace, listening to the way his breathing starts to quicken when my thumb swipes over the slit on his crown.
When I try to get down on my knees to take him in my mouth, he stops me and throws me on the couch.
He tuts, standing, and taking his pants off all the way. I’m enthralled by his size, and the sight of him pumping himself shouldn’t be so damn attractive.
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t be able to finish this the way I planned,” he says huskily. The next moment, he’s kneeling on the carpet with his fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
I love how caring and considerate he is.
The only response he gets is my legs spreading further. My pants are off in the blink of an eye.
He dots kisses on the inside of my knee, my thigh, brushes his nose against the fabric of my completely damp thong, andsmirks. Once he tugs my panties down, he looks at me – all of me, laid bare before him – and gives his head a little disbelieving shake. “You’re perfect, Alara.”
I can’t even muster an answer because no one’s ever said that to me. And there’s no such thing as being perfect – but with the way he’s worshipping me right now, I might well think that I’m perfect to him.
He pulls me to the edge of the couch, draping my legs over his shoulders, and the first whisper of his breath on me makes me shiver. The first touch of his tongue makes me shudder. His hands travel upward to grab both breasts as he proceeds to lap me up from ass to clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before licking my slit with a languid, flat stroke.
I’m breathless and writhing and grabbing his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against me. The vibrations make me tremble.
“So good,” he says, before diving back, flattening his tongue and switching between quick swipes and lazy strokes.
“This feels so good,” I tell him, rolling my hips. I’ve never enjoyed guys going down on me before because they never knew how to pleasure me. Diego knows exactly what I want, what I need, and it’s a mystery how well he already knows my body. I look down to see him suck on my clit before devouring me again until I’m a shaking mess.
His name drips from my tongue sinfully, just as a hot wave of pleasure rushes from my spine down the rest of my body, pushing me to the edge. My orgasm creeps up on me unexpectedly, but I welcome the stars dotting my vision as my thighs tighten around his head.
