When he pulls away, I gasp when he flips me over and his hands lock on my hips, dragging me up to my hands and knees. He positions himself, spreading my knees wide with his, and then I hear him grab one of the condoms he’d tossed on the mattress when he took his clothes off. There’s the crinkle of the wrapper and a moment later, he’s swirling the head of his cock around the opening of my wet pussy.
“You ready for me, babe?”
I nod, and a split second later, he’s thrusting inside me.
“Goddamn. That’s right where I’ve wanted to be since the moment you walked out those doors today.” He moans in his throat and begins a slow motion, withdrawing and surging back inside me, and I meet every thrust.
His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest to the mattress while his grip on my hips keeps my ass in the air.
“That’s the way I like it. Beautiful. Look at my baby giving me everything.”
My heart melts when he calls me his baby. Am I his? I want to be.
Soon he grows more urgent, his breathing becomes labored, and our skin slaps together.
His hand snakes around my side, and his fingers toy with my sensitive clit. I gasp in a breath, and soon I’m right back up on that razor edge about to plunge over into ecstasy again. When it comes, it's sharper this time, and I cry out.
Blue goes solid behind me, reaching his own orgasm just after me. His grip on my hips tightens, and his chest bellows in and out. Then he releases me and drops onto the mattress beside me.
My legs slump straight, and I’m a melted heap of butter. With my cheek pressed to the sheet, I watch him, feeling dreamy and happy. I see a lot of afternoon trysts in my future.
When his breathing slows, he turns his head and looks at me. I’m smiling, and he grins, then rolls to his side and throws a leg over me.
“Fucking fantastic. Best I’ve ever had.”
My brows lift at that. “Do you say that to all the girls?”
“Nope. Not once. Just you.”
“Really?”
“I’m not lying.”
“Promise me you won’t ever lie to me, Blue. Will you do that?”
The smile fades from his face, and I’m sorry I said it.
He reaches up and brushes a lock of hair off my forehead. “I’ll try.”
I guess it’s the most I can hope for from a man like him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Luisa—
Everyone is sitting down to dinner in the dining room when I walk in the back door. I hurriedly wash my hands at the kitchen sink.
“Luisa, where have you been? I thought you’d be home an hour ago.” My mother is busy spooning rice into a serving dish.
“Sorry, Mama. I ran into a friend, and we went for coffee.”
“Mateo called. I told him you were working at the church. He said he’d try back tomorrow. He also said you haven’t been returning his calls.” Her wooden spoon bangs on the edge of the skillet, and she gives me a look.
I roll my eyes. “I’ve been busy, Mama.”
“He’s a nice boy, Luisa. You could do worse.”
“Yes, Mama,” I reply, drying my hands on a dishtowel.
