She caressed his ears, hair, and top of his shoulders. “I don’t think I can match that story. I only got stabbed in the ass by hooker.”
He stopped what he was doing. “You did?”
“Come to the bedroom if you need a closer look.” She crooked her finger at him, wearing nothing except the very short skirt covering up the scar of which she spoke.
He trotted after her and found her dropping an array of condoms on the bed. Then she got on her hands and knees and flipped her skirt over her ass.
Sure enough, midway up her right butt cheek, there was a long, straight, six-inch scar.Being the considerate man he was, he gave it a kiss. “You weren’t joking. A hooker did this?”
“I certainly didn’t stab myself. And if we’re going to talk about live wires... Oh, Mateo...”
That last part was because he placed his hand between her legs and slid two fingers into her cleft.
“I wouldn’t know much about hookers.” He kissed her other ass cheek. “I never pay for passion. Even a short firefighter like me is always in demand.”
He nudged her and rolled her over, letting his gaze feast on her almost naked body. The little blue skirt smashed up around her waist did nothing to decrease his ardor. “You have no idea which people will try to pay for it. And you are not short.”
“Or not in the places that count. May I?” Nudging her knees apart, he said, “See this? I would want this freely given.”
He placed his mouth over her thatch of neatly trimmed black curls and found her most sensitive spot. She was slick, warm, and responsive. With every swipe of his tongue, she got wetter and moaned his name.
Here was a reason the ladies loved him so. Even when she started thrashing, he kept at it, bringing forth more groans and moans. Nor did he stop when she went off like a firecracker, complete with a high-pitched scream.
He mounted her and was able to be inside for the end of the sweet, sweet spasms. Her channel was grabbing at him squeezing till he was glad for the condom. Sex bare felt better, but safety and prolonging the ecstasy was worth it.
Isadora was perfectly pliable beneath him, and he grinned. A beautiful woman. Nothing like the hellion he’d had to deal with yesterday. The contrast was very clear.
“Hermosa,” he called her beautiful, pulled her to sitting position, and then rolled them backward. “Have a ride.”
“You haven’t finished?”
“Not yet, but since I’m plowing you like a stallion, I think I can wait until you come again.”
“If you insist.” She kissed the scar on his chest and proceeded to use his pole as a pogo stick. He waited for her to get close before he started rubbing her clit where they joined. The view was breathtaking, and he allowed himself another grin when she started making a raspy noise.
The rasp became a scream, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. He gripped her hips and pushed upward, letting go.
Eventually both of them could breathe again, and Isadora asked slyly, “So, you liked the kitchen? Those are granite countertops.”
“Lovely kitchen, but the bedroom is better.”
She rewarded him with another kiss. “Feel like staying a while?”
“Without a doubt,” he said and went back to the fun activity of making her scream his name.
***
Several hours later, he went out to her balcony to smoke and she joined him there with a glass of water. He was in his jeans and she wore some type of silky robe, of which he definitely approved.
It was late, the sun long down. He should have been sleeping, but he was too pumped.
“Is this where you jump off the balcony and disappear?” she asked.
“Nunca. I slept this morning after the twenty-four hours on. Even after almost twenty years, I can’t convince my body to sleep at night.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Fire. C-shift’s on right now,” he said. “It’s their newbie’s first day.”
