“Just Jacobo.”
Her whispered admittance struck a chord in his groin as though she had squeezed him herself.“Thought so,” he bit out and freed her bra clasp.
She gasped and slapped her arms over her bared breasts.The fabric fell to the floor.
“Do not hide from me,” he ordered, a growl deepening his voice.He flexed his hands at his sides until she dropped her arms.“Remove your panties.”
Shaking, she did as he bade and exposed the tidy patch of curls at her labia.Clasping her hands behind her back, she raised her chin.
Lust burned through his veins.Enrique circled his prize—his captive bride.
Goosebumps marred her skin.She blinked rapidly, fighting tears.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m nervous.I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Never, princess.You know I want you just as you are.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks, and he kissed them away with a barely there brush of his lips.“Trust me.Let me hold you, guide you, keep you warm.Let my touch soothe the fear and doubt blazing in your eyes.I see you, Lourdes.All of you.You’re safe with me.”The poetic words spilled from the darkest depths of his soul—the part of him that yearned for redemption.
She grasped his hands.“I know I’m safe with you.”
A shudder rolled through him.How he needed to hear Lourdes say those words.For her to have faith in them.Inhim.
“Whatever the future holds, Enrique, I want you.Now.Like this.”She kissed his knuckles and placed his hands back on her hips.Then she gripped him close and kissed him.
Sparks shot off in his mind.He ran his hands across her body, pulling and kneading.His cock throbbed against the restraints of his pants.He stepped back and stripped off his clothes.Then he was on her, taking what she offered, and giving back everything.
“Lie down.”He grabbed his pillow from the sofa, tossed it on the rug near the hearth, and gently pushed her toward it.Once she reclined like a feast for his eyes, he settled between her legs and spread her thighs farther apart.“Hang on to me.”As she grasped his shoulders, he traced figure eights across her firm, silken leg before he blew hot air on her clitoris.
“Dios mío.”She clenched her ass.
“Relax,” he whispered against her sweet pussy and licked her throbbing bundle of nerves.Her breathy gasp filled his ears.Grasping her wiggling hips, he licked her center before he plunged his tongue into heaven.
“Enrique!”She bit her nails against him, bucking in his hold.
“Like that?”He suckled her core harder and rubbed his whiskered cheeks across her fleshy folds.
Throaty mewls escaped her mouth.“That’s so good.”
“Do you have any idea how wet you are?I could drown.”Fiery heat seared his bloodstream, demanding more.His cock ached, dying for her taste.Patience,he inwardly spat, licking her slower.Drawing out her pleasure.And his.He pushed two fingers into her satin clutch and groaned.Her sultry cry rang in his ears as her inner muscles clamped down.He rotated his hand, curling the digits inside her, and flicked her clit with his thumb.He leaned up just enough to meet her gaze.“You’re going to come hard.Then I’m going to pound you into the floor.Tomorrow, you’ll ache all over and love every second of it.”
“I-I had n-no idea you were s-so dirty,” she gasped, her words stilted.
“Not dirty.Filthy.”The raw desire flushing her face blasted another wave of heat through his body.He twisted his fingers, then her orgasm burst free.She cried out and writhed in his ironclad hold.He ducked his head and drank.
“Enrique, please.It’s too much.”She thrust against his hand, riding the tremors.
The heady mix of sweetness and tang filled his mouth, an aphrodisiac he would savor for the rest of his life.No other woman compared to Lourdes.No one else would ever satisfy him.She was it.His.
Mine.
He drew back and smirked at her.“Was that good for you?”
She half-laughed/half-choked.“Is that a trick question?I never knew sex could feel like that.Like magic.”
“Just wait, princess.It’s going to get so much better.”He licked the cream from his lips and shuddered again as the touch of her fingers lit a trail of heat down his hard, twitching abs.The sight of her delicate hand against his skin tightened his throat.This was no dream.No fantasy.Lourdes was here with him, sharing his space and the air he breathed.Desire and curiosity flared like mini flames in her wide eyes.Her damp, curly hair spanned the pillow like ribbons and framed the face of the woman who deserved only the best.
