“Victor.” His name comes out between moans.
My skin is hypersensitive, I feel each touch a thousand times. His tongue increases the intensity of the strokes until it dives inside me hard, working me wild. And I’m gone. Pulsing waves overtake me until my toes curl. My body twitches in a surprising and delicious way that I don’t want to end.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
I want to tell him the same words, but my brain is reeling. The amazing orgasm robs me of my wits.
Victor slips his hands under the T-shirt and my butt and carries me to the bench. I wrap my legs around his hard stomach, and I’m pretty sure he can feel my wetness all over his skin. I sit on the edge and wonder what he’s doing. He walks back to his jeans, and bending over, he rummages in his wallet and comes back with a foil packet in his hand. He tears it open and puts on a condom.
My heart is about to explode from my chest. He kneels in front of me and gently pushes my legs apart.
“Are you sure you’re ready, Tia? We can wait.”
“Never been more sure.”
“It’ll probably hurt a little bit. I’ll go slow.”
He enters me inch by inch while studying my face for signs of pain. It’s not his finger or tongue—it’s him inside me now. The feeling of fullness is amazing and I want to savor every moment of this.
“Ah.” I wince and Victor stops moving… and breathing.
Drops of sweat bead on his forehead. “You okay?” He exhales the breath he was holding.
I nod. “Keep going. I want this.”
His body starts moving again and when I think I can’t stretch any more, Victor slides in a little deeper. He kisses my neck.
“You’re so tight. I’m putting in a mighty effort here not to come right now.”
I smile at his admission. Victor nuzzles my neck. “Are you okay?”
My chest heaves as the slight pinching sensation subsides. I know pain, and that was nothing.
“I’m okay now. I’m ready for you.” I smile.
Victor pulls back and rocks into me, but I sense that he’s still holding back. As he’s repeating the movement, my body relaxes to the tingling.
“Oh, so good,” I murmur.
My body knows what to do and I start to move my hips in rhythm with him. Every cell of my body quivers with pleasure. My hands grab the wooden plates of the bench, and I brace myself.
“I want more. Faster.”
And his strokes increase while waves of pleasure pass through my entire body, the tingles spreading all the way down to my toes. Victor pushes and pauses, pushes and pauses—still holding back.
“I can take it, Victor. You won’t hurt me.”
His eyes darken and something animalistic crosses his face. He is hard like steel. His thrusts become faster. And at that moment, he doesn’t hold back, giving in to his primal need, becoming rougher. I lift my hips to meet his hard thrusts, my body welcoming him. I meet his vigorous rhythm, beat by beat.
The tension explodes like dynamite, and I surrender to the frenzy—the loss of control is deliciously new to me. I squeeze my eyes, still seeing stars, and open them immediately. I melt around him. Victor’s gaze holds mine and his body spasms while he’s pulsing inside me. Then, he lets his head fall onto my shoulder while we’re still connected.
And at this moment, it hits me like a runaway train. I love this fighter. I love the Bull. I’ve been a little slow to realize it—call it denial—but I know it now. Loud and clear. Victor is Mr. Perfect, not because he comes from a stable family or aspires to be a dentist. But because he’s a kind and compassionate soul wrapped up in a sexy, muscular body. Because he’s supportive of me. Because he makes me want to be the best version of myself. Because with him I belong. Because with him I don’t need to run away to New Orleans.Heismy New Orleans.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ilie in my bed with my headphones on, listening to my playlist. It’s completely dark inside my room. I closed the blinds earlier when I sneaked in here. I drop my phone next to me on the bed and stretch my arms up, rolling my hips to each side. My muscles are stiff and deliciously sore.
I found peace in Victor’s arms, and I was sure of it the moment he rested his head on my shoulder and pressed his chest to mine. The decision I made about ten hours ago will complicate things.
