“I did. I came so hard.” Her fingers twist in my hair as I feel her core pulse around my fingers. She’s close, but I want to hear the rest of this dream, so I slow my movements, keeping her right on the edge.
“Tell me the rest. What happened after you came all over my fingers and face, Hermosa?”
“You fucked me, but not until I asked for it.”
“Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to make you beg for my cock. How did you ask for it?”
She whimpers as I continue to flick her swollen clit with my tongue while my fingers work her right back to the brink again. I never want to come up for air again. The way she tastes and the sounds she makes are enough to sustain me. My bank account is big enough to retire both of us right now. We could spend the rest of our days doing this and I wouldn’t have a single regret.
“Cruz please, I need to come,” she begs, but it’s not what I’m looking for.
“That doesn’t sound like asking to be fucked?” Itsk, pulling my mouth away from her core, and looking up at her. She still got that teal bra on, and I can see the outline of her nipples poking at the fabric. I’ve fantasized about this moment, but Delilah falling apart for me is more beautiful than anything my mind could conjure. “Say the words and I’ll make you come so hard it will put your dream to shame.”
She gasps as I latch back on to her clit, sucking it hard and pulling my fingers out, so they barely brush her entrance.
“Cruz, I want you to fuck me.” I take directions well, fucking her with my fingers. Pulsing them in and out until she is fluttering around me again. My tongue flattens against her clit, giving her the pressure she needs right as she crumbles, my name on her lips.
“Cruz—oh fuck.”
“That’s it, Hermosa, give it to me. You sound fucking perfect when you come for me,” I praise as she works through her tremors, gently crooking my fingers as she squeezes me until she’s pulling my head back. “Did I fuck you before you woke up?” I look up at her, chest heaving as she looks down at me with the post-orgasmic haze in her blue eyes.
She shakes her head. “I woke up as soon as we started. You bent me over the couch and rocked into me.” I lay a kiss on her mound and she shivers between ragged breaths. “That’s when you said,‘Mi Cielo, you feel like heaven’and I woke up.”
Chapter 24
DTF
Present
“There’sno waythat’s happening,” Cruz says, his mouth still shining as he looks up at me with a grin, those dimples on full display. My heart plummets at his words. Did he change his mind? I’m about to ask what he means when he continues.
“Well . . . maybe later, but not the first time. You’re gonna look so pretty with your lips swollen from my kiss. There’s no scenario where I give up the chance to see you crumble under my touch with my cock buried deep inside you.” I blink several times, his meaning sinking in. He still wants this. Still wantsme.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp the mesh bra I’m wearing, letting it slide off my shoulder before dropping it to the ground next to Cruz. I watch as Cruz’s eyes rake over me—up and then back down again. He rests his head against my stomach, letting his lips graze my hip bone, and then gets to his feet.
My hands find his unbuttoned jeans and push them down his chiseled legs. I have no idea when he undid them, but knowing he’s as eager as I am only feeds my growing need. You would think after the earth shattering orgasm he gave me I would be temporarily sated. But that is not the case. He rids himself of his shirt just as eager to get himself naked as I’m to see him that way. Standing there in only those black boxer briefs, it’s my turn to take him in. I say a silent prayer thanking the patron saint of Calvin Klein because these underwear are doing god’s work.
He’s marvelous—broad shoulders and corded muscles running over his entire chest. My fingers twitch at my side, ready to test how he feels. Dropping my gaze to his stomach, a dark trail of hair starts right above his belly button, splitting the ridge of his stomach. My eyes follow it to where his black boxer briefs are barely containing his hard cock.
I swallow roughly. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him like this. But knowing that he’s about to be inside me for the first time, that bulge looks more intimidating than I remember.
Cruz picks up on my hesitation, cupping my face with his hand. “Don’t worry, Hermosa. I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me. And you’re going to take it so well.” Stepping into me, his large hands grip my hips as his mouth slants over mine. My knees hit the back of the bed and let gravity do the rest pulling him with me.
Hands circle my ankles, holding me in place when I try to scoot toward the headboard. Tugging me back to the edge his dark curls bounce on top of his head as he kneels at the side of the bed. “I got a taste of you, but it wasn’t enough, and I definitely didn’t get a good enough look at you. No, I need you spread out in front of me for that.” He pushes my knees apart, but it’s not necessary. I let them fall open without an ounce of uncertainty.
Warm breath tickles my thighs as he kisses his way from the inside of my knee. I suck in a shocked gasp as his hands slide under my thighs pulling me right to his mouth. He doesn’t take it slow this time and soon as his mouth makes contact with my still-sensitive clit, I’m gripping the sheets.
“Cruz, it’s too much. I can’t—not so soon. I’ve never come back to back like this before.”
“Looks like we found another first for me. You can, and you will. Let me get you ready to take me.”
“I am. I’m so ready. Please—” My words are cut off when he slides two fingers inside me, and a moan slips out.
“That’s it, Hermosa. Give me another one. I know you need it after today. It was so hard not to touch yourself all day, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. It was all I could think about.” I slide my hands up my body, cupping my breasts. They’re heavy and aching just thinking about how turned on I was all afternoon.
Cruz peers up at me from between my legs and the sight alone makes me whimper. His free hand covers mine, giving my tight nipple the attention it needs. And that whimper turns feral and the bite of pain turns to pleasure.
