He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me. Raising his face, he hovers closely so his lips graze mine without kissing. “Well,” he murmurs playfully, “let’s see what we can do about that, mi amor.” His forearms cage me in, braced against either side of my head, as he brings his lips to mine in a slow, unhurried kiss. He kisses me deeply, like it’s not enough, so I open for him. His tongue quickly sweeps into my mouth, claiming me as all other sounds fall away. Now, the only sounds I can hear are his moans along with the sound of my heartbeat, beating in sync with the pulsation between my legs. Moisture builds, and I’m dripping with desire, wanting more than anything to be filled by him.
He pulls away and stares at me, mere inches away, but the space between us seems endless. It’s too far, but the heat in his darkened blue eyes is undeniable.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The words slip out before I can stop them. He freezes, stunned, like he has never received such a compliment, and I find that really hard to believe. Women throw themselves at him, and he must have a mirror, right? So whydoes this seem like such a surprise when I tell him another truth? Whatever emotion cracked through a moment ago, he schools it into something guarded. I know we will have to have a conversation at some point and unpack all our emotional baggage, but tonight, we don’t have to say anything. We can just feel it and show it in the way our bodies mold into one another.
Some part of me aches to show him how beautiful I think he is. This feeling that has been brewing isn’t just carnal attraction. To me, it means so much more, and I hope he feels it, too.
“You think I’m beautiful, baby?” His voice tries to downplay the emotion he lets show. “I can’t even describe what I see when I look at you. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever set eyes upon.” He kisses me softly and pulls back to sit on his knees, looking down at me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me that way? He lifts my arms above my head, tugging my tank top up and over, tossing it somewhere onto the bedroom floor. His gaze drops instantly, raking over my chest, and his breathing quickens. One hand cups my breast with a gentleness that almost undoes me because he touches me like I mean something to him. God, do I want to mean something to him?
The other hand toys with my nipple in slow, teasing circles. I arch off the bed in an unspoken invitation for him to take more because I want whatever he offers. He trails his hands lower, following the path of his gaze, and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts. In one fluid motion, he slides them down over my hips and legs, peeling them away from my wet center. I close my eyes, relishing this moment of pure bliss. It’s finally happening—but then nothing. I open my eyes to find him completely still and staring at the wetness that is undoubtedly visible to him. His breathing turns ragged. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. God, can he smell my arousal? How much I want him?
He rests back on his feet, tugging the sleep shorts off one leg at a time before tossing them aside. He pushes my legs apart. “Baby, I want to taste you so bad,” he says, lifting my legs and planting my heels firmly on the bed. He pushes my knees out, spreading me wider and exposing me completely to his unyielding stare.
“Please,” I cry out, but I don’t even know what I am begging for now. I just want it all—his mouth, his hands, his cock. All I do know is that I am desperate for him to rip me apart, just so he can put me back together.
I don’t even register his mouth is there until I almost buck off the bed at the foreign sensation.
“Damn, it’s been so long.” My arm flies over my face because, fuck me, did I say that shit out loud? If I did, he doesn’t comment, and I’m too lost in the sensation to care as he picks one leg up and throws it over his shoulder. His head tilts to plunge his tongue into me over and over again. He licks me from my entrance until he reaches my clit. He thrusts two fingers into me and flicks his tongue over where I need him the most. It’s like he can read my body. And the sounds his fingers make as he fucks me with them, that sound of how wet I am should be embarrassing, but the look of satisfaction on Manny’s face is such a turn-on. He’s ecstatic that he made me this way, and I know I am because I feel it dripping down my leg along with the repeated licks from his tongue. He puts his mouth on my clit, and when he sucks me there, I’m done for. I cry out, my body bucking from the blissful orgasm that has me shaking as it rips through my body. I tug his hair as he tries to still go at my oversensitive area. I feel his loss of body heat immediately, but when I open my eyes, I see him staring down at me, a smirk playing at his lips as I pant.
I’m mesmerized, watching as Manny seductively crawls up my body until he reaches my mouth, kissing me thoroughly until I can taste myself on him.
“Can you taste how sweet your pussy is, baby?” I can, but I’m unable to speak. He has tongue-fucked me speechless, so I give him an incoherent reply that has him stifling a laugh. He rests himself at my opening and places the tip at my entrance. He looks at me, waiting, silently asking for permission.
“When did you put that condom on?” I blurt out in disbelief, and this time I can feel him laugh. “Did I totally miss that?” I place my forearm across my eyes, groaning, but I quickly drop it. Instead, I grasp his shoulder as he pushes into me in the most delicious way. I feel the stretch of his thick, hard cock as he seats himself fullyinside me. He rests some of his weight on me this time, and I love how his body feels against mine. He is all hard muscle, contrasting with the softness of his curly chest hair that tickles against my bare chest. I love it all, and I never want this feeling to end. He picks up his pace, thrusting into me harder each time, and I lift my legs around him. He places one forearm by me, and the other he uses to lift my ass so he can get even deeper, if that’s possible.
“Fuck baby,” he says in a strained voice. Like it is taking everything in him to keep fucking me this way.
“Please, Manny. Don’t stop,” I beg him. “I’m so close.” He picks up his pace, fucking into me harder, hitting that one spot over and over until I scream out. “Oh, God, Manny, right there!” I shut my eyes, but he’s in my face, and I’m so afraid because he may already be in my heart, too.
“Look at me, mi amor.” His voice is raw with emotion and unspoken truths. It sounds like he’s already there, ready to find his release. I force my eyes open, just like he wants, finding his gaze locked on mine. “I want to see you come.” His words are strained, like the effort he is using to drag them out takes every bit of strength he possesses. I want to close my eyes from the overwhelming sense of pleasure that washes over me, as my body convulses with such an intense orgasm. But, I fight that urge, as I hold onto this connection as my hand clasps around his neck. His eyes never leave mine, and I feel more seen than ever. As we share this intimacy, it feels much more than the first time, and I try not to get my hopes up. With one final thrust, he lets go, burying himself deep as he spills into the latex barrier. I can feel him still pulsing inside me, and I lock my legs tighter around his waist, wanting to feel every desperate inch of him, and keeping him here forever in this moment. I’m afraid once this is over, we won’t have another. One thing I’ve had the hard lesson of learning is that there might not be another time to treasure something so beautiful.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, just as the same words form in my mind. But he isn’t talking about the moment, he’s talking about me. My eyes sting with sudden warmth as he cups my cheeks and kisses me like I belong to him. When he pulls back, he leaves a soft kiss lingering on my lips before slipping off the bed and disappearinginto the bathroom. A moment later, he reemerges, retrieves his briefs from where they lay crumpled on the floor, and slides them on. I reach for my clothes, tugging on my shorts and pulling my tank top over my head. Manny crosses the room, pulls back the covers, and sinks into the bed beside me. His hand finds mine as he gently tugs me down with him.
His chin rests on my shoulder as his body molds to mine under the warm weight of the blankets. “This bed is fucking fantastic,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence.
I snort, unable to help it. “Yeah,” I say, grinning. “It’s pretty great. Especially with you in it.” He tugs me closer, nuzzling into the curve of my neck and pressing soft kisses there that make me giggle. My whole body relaxes as his fingers trace lazy circles on my thigh. I sigh, sinking deeper into his warm embrace.
“Baby,” he murmurs, his voice already rough with sleep.
“Mhm?” I mumble, barely hanging on to a coherent thought.
“Are your parents coming home?” he asks hesitantly. I stiffen at the word “parents” before the rest of his question even registers. He must sense the change, because he tightens his arms around me, like I might bolt out of here. And he may be right.
“No,” I answer. That one word, saying enough, yet nothing at all. I know he wants more than that. His head drops down. I can barely hear him, but his question is still there.
His voice drops lower, his breath brushing my neck. “Not tonight?” he asks, even softer now, almost afraid of the answer. I gulp down the emotions that threaten their way up, but I’ve suppressed them for a while now. But how he’s made love to me and then how he holds me this way just makes me feel so raw and exposed.
“Never,” I say, my voice breaking softly. I hear him take in a sharp, pained breath as he places the most gentle kiss on the nape of my neck. I shiver in response. “But that’s a truth for another day.” No more questions follow. All I can feel is the anchoring strength of his muscular arms wrapping tightly around me, keeping me grounded. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I fall asleep in a dreamless and safe slumber.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Iwake up early before the sun, much like I do every day, without the use of an alarm. My body is trained with the routine of waking up for work and getting Catalina ready for school, except this morning is different. I pad lightly across the carpet, peeling my clothes off that lay discarded on the bedroom floor from mere hours ago. I pull on my jeans, and I can’t help but drink in her form, lying peacefully on the bed that I just had her on multiple times. It makes me wish I had more time with her. So many more mornings to wake up together, but even if there’s not another night, at least I had that one night with her. I shake my head at the thought, because who am I kidding? One night is hardly enough. Wanting her is no longer a question.
I hover at the edge of the bed, every fiber ofmy being aching to crawl back in, to feel her skin against mine and hold her in my arms again. Her hair fans out across her pillow in a long, wavy mess that surrounds her head like a halo, as the morning light streams through her bedroom window, bathing her in golden light that glows against her tanned skin. The sheets slipped off her torso, revealing her softness that I want to worship once more. She’s all woman with ample breasts, a soft belly, and thick thighs, along with an ass that I appreciated grabbing onto as I thrust into her over and over again. Without thinking, I move closer, gently pulling the covers over her, in a protective embrace. I lean in, brushing my lips against her forehead.
Her lashes flutter until her eyes open, sleepily. “Manny?” She yawns, stretching like a cat basking in the sun.
“Yes, mi amor,” I say, brushing a loose curl from her face. “I am going to grab us some breakfast before Catalina wakes up. I’ll be back before you miss me.”
