He holds my hand, kisses the palm, and without waiting for it, puts it on top of his hard sex. I can’t help but move it up and down.
“Sweet Lord!” I exclaim.
Guillermo is big and thick, if the bulge I feel under his pants is any indication.
He takes off my jacket, kisses my collarbone, and then bites lightly.
I moan, already having surrendered to him, and increase the grip on his sex, but it’s not enough, so I lift my face to look at him. As I unbutton and unzip his pants, I ask, “Aren’t you going to stop me?”
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s no chance I’ll stop you.” He nibbles on my ear, and I’m already dizzy and delirious with desire. “You’re so hot. You look so sexy dressed like this.” He runs his hand down my back, and when he feels it’s naked, he moves away a little. “No bra?”
“The top didn’t allow me to wear one.”
He says nothing and undoes the tie behind my neck. The silk fabric falls, leaving my breasts exposed.
Instead of touching them like I thought he would, he picks me up and lays me on the bed. He takes off his pants and kicks his shoes off but keeps on his underwear. Then he’shovering over me. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, and I get lost in his face.
Is it normal that even with the short time we’ve known each other, I already feel such a deep connection?
Don’t think about it now, Olívia.
Trying to focus only on the physical, I close my eyes.
“No. Open them. I want you to see everything.” He’s still hovering over my body. One hand is on the bed, but he lifts the other and runs his thumb over my nipple.
I squeeze my thighs and let out a moan.
“Are you horny, love?”
He lightly pinches, and I squirm, my body already completely invaded by lust. I spread my legs, inviting him, and he comes between them.
The hand that was playing with my breast is replaced by his rough, warm tongue, while his fingers land on my jeans. He massages me right where I need it, and my body trembles.
The reaction triggers something in him, as his self-control seems to crumble.
In seconds, he takes off my high heels and then, in a not very gentle movement, pulls off my pants and lingerie in one go.
Now I’m completely naked.
When I feel his hand cupping my sex, I know it’s no longer a choice. I am his.
Chapter 33
The room is softy lit by the bedside lamps, and she lies on her back.
I don’t know where to touch first. I can’t choose.
The need for Olívia makes me want to take her in every possible way. It’s almost agonizing. I need her to feel me all over her body, to have no part of her where we don’t create memories.
She’s warm in my hand, feverish, wet.
Her eyes open, watching, allowing.
“Open your legs for me. Let me see you.”
