“It’s okay, I’ve got you now.” He adds another finger, stretching me as he grazes his teeth over my clit before lapping at me. I feel so full like this, and I know it’s nothing compared to him.
“I’m close. I’m ready. Please.” My voice is frantic, my words coming in short bursts as I beg him for what I need.
“Please what? I want to hear you say it like you did in your dream.”
The pressure builds until I’m at risk of splintering in half. Cruz twists his fingers inside me and slides his large hand up my chest so he is holding my neck. He doesn’t squeeze but just holds it there, owning every inch of my body. He’s relentless, using his thumb to work my clit as he pumps his fingers. My vision clouds at the edges and I barely register him moving up the bed to capture my nipple in his mouth sucking hard. Determined to give me all the pleasure I can handle.
The ceiling above me bursts with stars and I come apart on his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He stays like that, slowing his movements as the aftershocks rock through my body wringing every last bit out of me.
“Fuck Delilah. You are so goddamn beautiful when you come for me.”
A garbled string of curses mixed with his name come flying out of my mouth as my orgasm crests. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“It’s okay baby, say the words and I’ll give you what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me now.”
His fingers slip out of me, leaving overwhelming emptiness behind. Cruz covers my body with his, pulling me up the bed with him. My hands slip to his waistband, but I can’t think straight and getting them over his hips is a chore. He laughs and helps me out by sliding them down his legs.
I’m useless to do anything more than tug him to me and kiss him hard, letting our tongues tangle as my hands trace over his body. Using any leverage I can find to drag him closer, in a feverish need to be connected. When his hard length brushes my core, his chest rumbles and he pulls back from the kiss to rest his head on my shoulder.
“Give me a second. Condom.” Apparently I’m not the only one struggling to hold it together.
My grip on him tightens, and I tilt my hips up, letting him slip through my heat. I’m soaked at this point and there’s no resistance. It feels so good. His hot length nudges my center.
“Delilah.” There’s a warning in his voice, and I can tell he’s barely holding back. Nothing has ever been sexier than seeing dangling off this ledge with me.
“Fuck me, Cruz.”
“I’m trying.” He laughs. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” My legs wrap around him, trapping him, so he’s pressed right against my core. It feels so right with nothing between us. This wasn’t my plan, but now that I have him like this, there’s no way I want anything separating us.
This time, his groan is borderline wild as he looks down at me with his eyes narrowed.
“Like this. Bare.” I pump my hips causing his grip to tighten on my waist. It bites but I don’t care if it bruises. “We’ve waited so long. I want you with nothing between us.”
He freezes in my arms, his dark brown eyes softening. “You’d let me inside you just like this.” He moves his hips gliding against me, dragging the head of his cock over my clit, causing me to tilt my hips more, seeking him out. He’s so close.
“God yes. Please, do it. Ruin me like you promised.”
That’s all it takes. He pushes inside me. One thrust and he’s so deep that I can barely take it, but he doesn’t move. His eyes close and he presses his forehead to mine, his jaw popping as he clenches it.
“Holy fuck. Your dream got one thing right. You feel like heaven, Mi Cielo.”
“So do you, but right now, I need you to move. I’m so full . . . I can’t . . . please move.”
He lets out a shaky breath before lifting his eyes to find mine again. “It’s too good. I’m not sure I can.” His chest rumbles with laughter.
“You think it’s funny?” I ask, shifting my hips under him, trying to get the friction I need.
He shakes his head. “Nothing about this is funny. I’m just really fucking happy. I finally have you and it feels better than I could have dreamed.”
Resting on one of his elbows, he lifts my leg with his other hand, hooking my leg over his shoulder and stretching me open as he moves his hips. When he pushes back in with my leg like this, he drags across all my sensitive bits.
My mouth falls open and Cruz smirks at me before looking down at where we are joined. “Look at you, Delilah. Taking me so well, just like I knew you would.”
All the pieces fall into place. Like it was always supposed to be this way. He’s my best friend. There’s no one I trust more, and that makes this more intense than it’s ever been with anyone else. I know, without a doubt, that it will never be better than it is with him. He has thoroughly, and completely, ruined me for other men, and I’m more than okay with that.
He rocks into me again, harder this time. His face is a mask of concentration. I can tell it’s taking all his focus to stave off his own release. “Tell me you’re close.”
