I didn’t care, which was why I continued to stare at him, including his broad shoulders and muscular arms that I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around me in this bed.
A bed that was huge, just like him. The king bed had a large wooden headboard and wooden columns at the end of the frame. He had black sheets and a red plaid quilt on top. It looked like something a lumberjack would have on his bed, and it suited Hector perfectly.
The bed was also lofted up at least three feet off the ground, which meant my legs hanging off the side of the mattress were not touching the floor—short people problems. It was, however, the perfect height for Hector. He stood there, slowly working his belt off, and I noticed his hips would line up perfectly to me as I lay here on my back.
I was excited just thinking about it, and I pulled my lip into my mouth—my teeth pinching down on the corner.
“Whatever is going on in your head, I like it,” Hector said gruffly.
Without giving me a chance torespond, he leaned forward, taking my nipple back into his mouth and swirling with his tongue, and a moan escaped me without me even realizing it.
Heat pooled between my legs at his close contact. Every part of me came alive when he touched me. He ignited something inside me that I couldn’t control. He set my entire body on fire.
God, if this is what it felt like just to have his tongue and mouth on me, I couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store.
18
“Dating in the desert: sunscreen, water, and lots of sweat.”
—It’s science
Hector
I knew without a single doubt in my mind that I would never recover after being inside Iris.
“I wish you could see what I do,” I told her, running my hands over her soft skin. “My point of view is incredible.”
“My view’s not too shabby either,” she said with a sly grin.
Just above her hipbone, there wasa small sun tattoo with a cloud covering at least half of it. “Didn’t take you for a tattoo person,” I told her as I ran my fingers over it.
“It’s my little reminder that the sun is constantly there, even if you can’t always see it,” she said softly with a small smile.
Fuck, she was too damn cute for her own good.
“You got any sunshine tattoos?” she asked, smirking at me. “I think maybe I should check all over you, just in case.”
She lifted her hands to run over my chest before running her fingers through my hair. She’d mentioned she was into that, which was good because I only had it because I was usually too lazy to shave it off. I tried maybe once a week or every other week, but it was time consuming and I’d rather sleep in. But if she liked it, I’d never shave again.
Her hands roamed over my chest and shoulders and then down my arms on either side of her body.
“Hmm, no tattoos here. Maybe I should check the lower parts.” She gave a wink and then an almost seducing grin.
I stood back up, my body between her open legs, and grabbed each of her hands to help pull her up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned forward and worked at my pants. My belt already undone, she now navigated the button and zipper of my pants and then slipped her hand inside, rubbing it gently across my throbbing cock.
As her hand continued to work me and make me even harder, I used my hands to grab her face and pull her into me as I took her mouth.
God she tasted divine—fruity and sweet—and I couldn’t get enough. I needed to be inside her though.
She must have felt the same because she pulled back, removing her mouth from mine, and stared up at me. “This underwear of yours looks super restrictive. You really should take it off,” she said, her eyes glinting with lust-filled humor.
“Is that so?” I asked as I stripped myself of the remaining clothes.
Her eyes widened at my now naked body, and I knew what she was thinking. I was a big dude—tall, bulky frame, just overall a large man—and that included my dick as well.
“It’s not a third leg, babe. It’ll fit,” I told her, teasing her back.
