Page 130 of Dream Chaser

“Fuck.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, then swirled the tip of his tongue around it. “I missed your taste. Missed making you come.”

Another lick, and my knees shook. He slipped a finger inside me, pressing the pad to the spot that made me clench my eyes shut as pressure built, becoming almost unbearable.

“I want you to look.” He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, moving his finger in and out of me. “Want you to see what I do to you.”

My eyes found his. The sight of his head between my legs made me even wetter.

One more finger. The movements grew faster, rougher. His mouth between my legs, his tongue working my clit, the pressure building inside me—it all pushed me toward the edge. If he kept it up—

“Ale,” I whimpered, rocking my hips against his hand.

“That’s right.” His breath gusted over my wet flesh. “Take it all.”

I clamped around his fingers. Shaking from head to toe as he pushed me over the edge, prolonging the pleasure with kisses and licks until I begged him to stop.

“Come here,” I whispered, burying my fingers in his hair.

He straightened, lips glistening with my arousal, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. I cupped him through his slacks, and he hissed, leaning his forearms against the wall on either side of my head.

“I want you like this,” I said, sliding the zipper down.

He pressed his face to my neck. “You can have me.”

My fingers wrapped around his hard cock, stroking him as he unbuttoned my blouse. He tossed it onto the pile of clothes with my bra.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His wet mouth closed around my nipple. Then the other one.

I spread the precum over his length, dying to have him inside me. He picked me up, gripped my leg, and lifted it, positioning it around his hip. His mouth found mine. Foil ripped. He slid on a condom and pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance.

“I’ve been dreaming of this”—he pushed inside—“every night since our first time.”

I shifted, my breath catching as I adjusted to him.

He squeezed my breast. Teased my nipple with his thumb. Then his mouth took mine—hard, possessive, kissing me in sync with his thrusts.

Slow at first, then faster.

I whimpered into his mouth, and the thrusts slowed. He found my clit with his finger, rubbing it in small, tight circles as he started moving again.

Pleasure coiled, close enough to grasp. I kissed him, shameless, messy, rocking my hips as he pumped into me faster.

“Come on my cock,” he rasped. “I want to feel you squeeze it.”

Every word of encouragement sent me careening toward my release. I clutched his neck, my open mouth gliding over his as our breaths mingled.

“Just like that.” He touched me faster. “You’re doing so well.”

A ripple started deep in my core, spreading outward. I let out a strangled whimper as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Alejandro slammed into me, shaking. A moan tore out of his throat as he clutched me to his chest, his body trembling with release.

We held each other in the dark, our breaths slowing. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

He disposed of the condom, and I nestled against his side as he wrapped me in his arms under the duvet.

“You good?” he asked, running his knuckles over my cheek.

“Never better. You?”