Smoke wasn’t slow and sweet. He was a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted it, and right then, it was me.
He pulled me to him, our bodies flush, grabbing me by the waist just as his mouth landed on mine, kissing me hard.
Smoke filled my mouth. His greedy tongue dove in as he gripped his fingers first on my waist, then onto my ass, tugging me closer and closer.
I felt every inch of him getting harder—the straining tightness of his arms as he reached for me, the contours of his chest as I scratched my fingers over his pecs, and the long, insistent firmness of his thick cock as he pressed closer against me.
“Smoke. Closer. Please…” I told him, slipping a leg around his hip, moaning when he held me close.
Then, the smug asshole teased me, gripping my hair between his fingers as he held my head still. He looked down at me, holding my leg so he could grind against me, demonstrating how thick and swollen he was for me.
“You feel that?”
I nodded, shuddering each time he brushed against me.
Smoke grinned, his hold on me tightening. “You want that? You sure?”
“Sí… Yes… I want…allof that.” God, I sounded like such a needy whore, but there was something about how Smoke was looking at me in a way that I didn’t feel cheap.
“Good. That’s good, baby.” Smoke pulled my head toward him, taking my mouth again, devouring it, until I was breathless. Until I was shuddering from the command of his tongue and his control.
He moved us, lying me across the bed, his lips on my neck, greedy, anxious fingers working down the zipper at the back of the dress. As he pulled down the dress and uncovered my skin, he kissed across my body, along my collarbone. His mouth and tongue skated over my breasts, sucking on my nipples, nibbling down my ribs until he had me naked. Smoke had my legs in his hands and held me open, staring down at me when I reached across my belly to cover myself.
“Don’t do that,” he told me, pushing my hands away. “You’re beautiful. Fucking delicious. So fucking sexy.”
“I’m not…”
He wouldn’t hear any reasons I might have had for disagreeing with him. Smoke ignored me completely and dipped between my legs, his mouth covering my pussy, tongue deep, licking, and sucking. I forgot instantly what I was saying or why I’d ever believed I could do without this for a single second.
“Oh God… God!”
He cupped my bottom, holding me against his mouth as I tangled my fingers in his hair, wanting him closer, needing him deeper. And when I thought I couldn’t stand any more sensation, Smoke slipped his thumb inside me, working against my G-spot, his finger moving until I tightened around him and my orgasm crested. “Yes! Oh…yes!”
Smoke watched me, that sweet, slow grin turning into a full-on smile as my body relaxed and my heartbeat returned to normal. I reached for him, wanting to kiss him, needing more from him.
“Come here,papi,” I said.
He listened, for once, leaning forward, tugging off his shirt, slipping out of his pants and shorts until all there was of him was that smooth olive skin and those glorious, lean muscles and his perfect, long cock.
He barely fit in my hand. The tip was wide but warm as I slipped it between my lips. Smoke moaned, leaning back on one arm to watch me move over him. His low humming moans were nearly as sexy as the feel of his dick inside my mouth.
“That’s good, beautiful…Fuck,that’s good…” He tangled his fingers in my hair again, guiding me. The low grunts were deeper now, and when I used more suction, that grunt became a moan before he pulled me off him. “Not too much,” he told me, gaze on my mouth, before he kissed me, pushing me back onto the mattress. “That pretty mouth is too sweet. You’re gonna make me come too fast, and I wanna be deep inside you when I do that.”
Smoke kissed me again, rising to his knees, smoothing his hands over my breasts and down my stomach before he kissed the center of my chest. “So fucking beautiful.” He placed one final kiss against my mouth before he reached for his bedside table and removed a condom, opening it with ease. Stroking himself, his gaze on my face, he smoothed it over his cock. “Lie back,” he told me, crawling closer, positioning himself over me, “and spread yourself wide.”
Smoke distracted me with a deep, hard kiss. His tongue demanding, the suction drugging as he moved his hips and guided himself slowly inside.
It had been over a year since I’d had sex. No one had touched me since I found out I was pregnant…since Alejandro.
My body ached with each stinging touch of Smoke’s cock moving inside. The ache was sweet. The heat scorching. Every thrust, every rock of his hips against mine, took away the memory of what I’d been missing for the past year.
“Maggie, you sweet fucking beauty… You’re perfect wrapped around me…Shit…”
Smoke moved faster, holding on to my hip, looking down to watch the way we moved together, how he moved inside me. I loved the expression on his face. How we seemed to fascinate him. How we seemed to turn him on.
Then I tightened, loving the friction, remembering this sensation, wanting it harder, so I told him, “Go…go deeper…”
“Fuck yes…” he said, like he was relieved I didn’t want him to hold back.
