As we descended, the damp air blanketed us along with endless cobwebs. This basement was much less exciting than the Iglesia San Antonio. Why would a pirate hide something here? They would have to haul chests up the hill and then carefully store them using the puny steps. I removed a dusty web from my face, making the flashlight beam dance all over the room.
“I thought Pérez stole lots of treasure. This seems too small to hold it.”
“We’re searching for anything that resembles an opening big enough for you to slide your hand with the bracelet in,” Andrew said.
“If this is a church. Where did the family live?” I turned on the spot, searching for evidence ofanythingtreasure related on the stone walls.
“The main house burned down about two hundred years ago. We can check out the outline of their house after we explore this place.” Andrew inspected the perimeter of the space.
I continued on, pausing at certain places and running my hand over moss-covered stones and ferns that clung to stairs where the sunlight had reached inside. After a while, I was ready to give up. I turned to ask if we should search elsewhere, but Andrew gazed at me the same way he often did, with a gentle smile.
“What?” I asked.
Andrew approached me, and his fingers found their way to the back of my neck. He angled my head and pressed the softest of kisses to my lips. Warm and tender. His touch muddled my senses, time losing its meaning, and a hot shiver roared down my spine. I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, and yanked his mouth harder to mine. I wanted to lose myself in Andrew.
He pinned me to the stone wall and pushed his body against mine. The air buzzed with electricity as if lightning had struck near us.
I broke our kiss. “Isn’t it a sin to dry hump in a church?”
His gaze glowed with desire, no doubt matching mine.
“Then call me a sinner.” Andrew hitched up my leg, nuzzling his face at the side of my neck, scorching my skin with wet, hungry kisses. Every nerve hummed in me. “Adriana,” he said in a husky voice, “what I want to do to you is hard to express in words.” His mouth took control of mine again. My body burned for the man whose hardness throbbed between my thighs.
“Show me,” I said, breathless, my hands tugging on his shirt, needing to feel his skin.
Andrew pulled my hands away and trapped my arms above my head with one hand, his mouth never leaving mine. His other hand brushed gently down my side until it reached my shorts. He kissed me harder, his tongue dipping inside and stroking, and his hand slid between my skin and the rough fabric of my cutoff jeans. His palm traveled over my soaked panties.
“I made you this wet.” He groaned, his fingers working my center, moving with perfect rhythm up and down, and fueling my blood with more need. I rocked my hips against his hand, increasing the friction. I wanted the damn thong to be gone. I wanted skin on skin.
He trailed kisses down my neck and my collarbone. His hand released my arms, and he dragged my shirt and bra straps down, exposing my left breast. He cupped it, and his mouth sucked on my hard bud, then nipped with a tease. I untangled my arms from my shirt, and arched my back, drawing him closer. His fingers finally pulled the wet fabric to one side and massaged my clit. A moan escaped me. Swirling his finger over my pulsating center, he made me thrash and whimper. The heated pleasure inside of me threatened to explode any second.
“Don’t stop.” My words came out as a breathy plea.
Andrew’s mouth found my other nipple, and he pinched it with his teeth. He gently caressed my clit between his thumb and index finger, then pressed his fingers flat and swiveled, encouraging me to come, propelling me over the edge. I cried out, my entire body jerking forward with powerful spasms. Without once pushing into my entrance, Andrew had made me come undone. My legs went weak, and he held me upright, his arm wrapped my waist, his forehead pressing to the top of my head. Both of us panted as if we’d just finished a marathon.
I rubbed his erection with one hand and snatched a condom out of the back pocket of my shorts. I slapped it against Andrew’s chest. “We aren’t done.”
Andrew’s lips pulled into a lustful grin. “Not at all.”
If taking off clothes had been an Olympic sport, we would’ve won two gold medals. In no time we took off our shoes and threw every piece of fabric from our bodies to the floor. Andrew pinned my back to the cold stone wall again.
“Oh my God.” I squealed with laughter. “It’s so?—”
Andrew’s hot mouth covered mine while his fingers worked quickly on the condom, rolling it down his cock. Then he slid his finger inside me, and I gasped.
“Just making sure you’re still ready for me,” he rasped. I was ready for him the moment I saw him this morning. I wanted him more now. Raw and fast.
He cupped my ass with both hands and lifted me. I encased his waist with my legs, and my arms circled his neck. He guided his cock into me, stretching me wide. I inhaled with equal amounts of pleasure and pain. A satisfying groan rumbled deep in his throat, the most arousing noise I’ve ever heard, and it made me wetter. He moved his hips, spinning pleasure out of me with every movement. My breath caught, and I clung to him. The hot sweat of desire covered our bodies.
Andrew’s jaw tensed, and his breathing became labored. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and kissed him with so much intensity I could taste blood. Needing him deeper and craving another climax, I released my grip. “I want you behind me.”
He withdrew, his hand holding me, letting me plant my trembling legs on the floor. I turned, placed my palms on the wall, and spread my legs apart. He bent forward, his chest pressing against my back, and his hard dick toyed with my opening. He kissed my neck, then sucked on my earlobe as he reached under, and his fingers slowly circled my clit, then slid deep into me, manipulating me to my next orgasm.
“You’re so sexy.” His words rumbled over my skin, then his hands gripped my hips, and he rocked back in. He thrust in and out, going deeper each time, making me cry out. He felt so fucking good. Heat coursed down me, and my spine arched, inviting more of him. He picked up a driving rhythm, his firm grasp on my body steadying me. I shut my eyes when another orgasm ripped through my body, and a hoarse scream erupted from me. Andrew’s breaths became hard and fast. He groaned, low and deep, his fingers tightening on my hips, and then his movement slowed until he was still. We remained there, winded, his head resting on my shoulder and his palms braced against the wall.
Andrew kissed my shoulder. “If any ghosts lived here,” he said, still catching up his breath, “I think you did a good job scaring them away with your screams.”
I laughed. “I’ll try to be quieter next time.”
