He shrugs his shirt off, muscles flexing as the fabric drops to the floor. My fingers find his chest, warm and solid andperfect. I trail them over the tattoos inked into his skin, then lean in and press my mouth to one of them, tasting the heat of him.
He groans low in his throat as I kiss and nip across his skin, like I’m memorizing him with my lips.
And maybe I am.
We’re moving before I realize it, hands tangled, lips never parting for long. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, carrying me down the hall and into his bedroom.
The moment he lays me on his bed, everything slows. The room is dim and quiet, just the faint sound of our breathing, and the thrum of something electric in the air.
I watch him, my heart pounding, as he strips the rest of his clothes. He stands in front of me like a work of art, strong and beautiful and somehow still mine.
Sitting up, breath shaky, I pull my own shirt over my head. My jeans follow quickly after. There’s no hesitation. No shame. Just want. And love.
So much love.
His eyes never leave mine as he climbs onto the bed, as he settles over me.
“I can’t decide how I want you first.”
“I love how you think you get to make that decision right now,” I say.
I pull him on top of me and he comes easily. “Is that so?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me.
When I come up for air I say, “That’s so.” Pressing my lips to his quickly before I turn him over. Now on top of him, I kiss down his torso, kissing every visible inch until I’m in front of his hard cock.
“Fuuuuuck.” He drags the word out, biting his bottom lip as he watches me lean forward, running my tongue along his slit, loving the saltines of his precum. “I won’t last long, mi amor.”
“You say that like I care,” I say, licking him again from root to crown. “As if I don’t love the taste of you.”
“Fuck. Puñeta.” He punctuates each word by pushing his dick to my mouth. “You’re killing me already, and you’ve barely touched me.”
“You like being teased.”
He nods, his eyes hooded as he peers down at me. “Only by you.”
I lick him again and am rewarded with another soft groan. I love him like this, compliant. I like that he lets me play with him while he holds back his own pleasure.
“Mi amor, if you keep licking me like that, I’ll come.”
“Don’t,” another lick, “you dare come right now.”
“Is that a command?”
I nod, tasting him again, and he sucks air between his teeth. “Yes. That’s a command.”
I tease him more, running my tongue over him again and again until he’s literally shaking, but he doesn’t come. I know that he is close, his balls tightening with each pass of my tongue. I use my hand to help me pump his hard cock as I concentrate licking him. Esteban lets out another string of curses.
“Eva…” He groans, his eyes screwed shut tightly, the veins in his neck on full display as he holds himself back.
I know I'm pushing him, testing my luck. Any minute now he’ll take the control from me and I can’t wait for that to happen.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise. “Being such a good boy.”
His eyes springs open, and he looks down at me, his gaze hazy, almost drunk-like. I knew he would like when I talk to him like that, but I didn’t realize just how much. Seeing himlike this now, knowing he’s completely at my mercy it’s intoxicating.
I suck him into my mouth, and Esteban bucks against me as I finally give him what he wants. He’s panting and in a matter of minutes, his hand tightening to fist at his side as he holds himself back from grabbing my head and driving into me like he wants to. His restraint spurs me on even more.
“Can I come?” He groans as I pull him to the back of my throat, entirely cutting of his ability to speak. He’s nothing but harsh breaths and incoherent noises as I work him over.
