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I blink back the tears that prick my eyes because the last thing I need is him misinterpreting me right now. I explore the dents at his hips, and he shudders with pleasure, a tiny gasp escaping his lips. I move my hands to his waist, then delicately touch each of his ribs, every curve its own miracle.

His fingers begin to slowly unbutton my blouse, one button at a time, agonizingly slow, and I know he’s doing it on purpose, to make sure I feel safe. When he slips it off my shoulders, he lets out another gasp.

Slowly, he begins to explore me. He kisses the dip at my collarbone, his hands tracing the curve of my spine down to my lower back. His mouth travels down my sternum to the dent between my breasts. My pulse hammers between my thighs, a secondary heartbeat. There’s a faint click and then my bra falls to the floor. I shiver at the sudden chill.

“Eloise,” he murmurs against my skin. My nipples are hard and aching for him. I didn’t know I was capable of these feelings. His lips brush the curve of my left breast, and I am awash in a pleasure that is so acute it’s almost agony. I want him to keep touching me. I never want him to stop.

“Please,” I whisper, and my voice cracks with urgency.

He cups me with one hand as he very softly takes me in his mouth. I let out a wild gasp as his tongue probes me, his teeth grazing my nipple and sending shockwaves across my skin. I twine my fingers in his thick dark hair, bringing him closer, arching my back, trying to show him without words that this is okay.

I want this.

I need this.

Suddenly, my back is pressed against the wall, as Agustín licks and sucks and teases me, first one breast, then the other, making me dizzy, the sensations almost too much to be borne, and yet still not enough. When he drops to his knees, I let out a faint sigh of displeasure at the loss of him, of his touch, of his mouth.

Then he unbuttons my short denim skirt and slides it down my thighs to puddle around my feet. I feel his hot mouth press ever so gently over my underwear, at the tender, throbbing spot between my thighs, and ohmyfuckinggod I think I might spontaneously combust. The heat of his mouth and the heat building inside me is creating a conflagration I didn’t know the human body was capable of. I feel the flames licking over my skin, spreading out from that tight, pulsing bead in my center.

Agustín tugs at the hem of my underwear, and then those are on the ground with my skirt. The next thing I know, his tongue is on me, so gentle, probing me, encouraging me, caressing me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is hold on tight as he devours me, slow and steady, luxuriously. The crashing waves of sensation rise and fall and rise and fall, and I can feel the wetness gather, feel myself tighten as he moans against me, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, that I really will burst into flames and burn this entire hotel down along with me, he reaches up and tweaks my nipple, and I shatter.

Stars burst in my vision as the final wave crests, arriving with a brutal force that knocks me breathless. Spirals of pleasure rocket me to the highest planes of bliss, above the stars, into the stratosphere, where nothing can touch me except him—his mouth, his hands, his skin, his scent. I hear a desperate wail fill the room and realize it’s me. My body is shaking, my breath coming in sharp pants. The orgasm seems to last forever, a rippling, glittering thing, agonizing in its beauty.

I feel beautiful.

When I finally, at long last, return to earth, I’m breathing heavily, my skin dewed with sweat. Agustín gets to his feet, a smile touching those perfect lips. That perfect mouth. I shiver.

“I want more,” I whisper.

He chuckles in my ear. “Me too.”

42Agustín

I sweep Eloise up in my arms, and she gasps with delight.

I remember the first time I held her like this, when I carried her to her bed when she was sick. How little did I know then that the trajectory of my life was about to change. I had no idea how deeply I would fall in love with her.

I gently lay her out across the plush white comforter on the bed. She is devastatingly beautiful, her skin shining like a pearl in the moonlight, her curls splayed out around her face. Her chest heaves, and my throat tightens as I watch her pert breasts rise and fall, her nipples dark little buds. My cock is painfully hard as I take her in. I can still taste her on my lips, still hear her wail as she came against my mouth, like no sound I have ever heard her make before.

I want to hear it again. And again. Every day for the rest of my life.

Something inside me has shifted, strengthened, like some great tree of change taking root. I know I will never want anyone the way I want Eloise.

I hastily unbutton my pants and strip out of my boxer briefs. As I stand before her in the semidarkness, I see her eyes pop.

“Wow,” she mouths. I can’t help the burst of pride, of excitement, at the word. She finds me beautiful too.

She reaches toward me and I comply, moving forward. The moment her small hand curves around me, I nearly come undone. She strokes me tenderly, almost curiously, her fingers light, her touch unbearably gentle. I feel heat surge through my cock as it stiffens even more, my blood pounding in my ears.

I fall forward onto the bed, framing myself over her with my forearms as her strokes become more confident. She’s going to make me come, and I can’t let that happen. Not until I have felt her myself. I bring her mouth to mine, temporarily distracting her. She kisses me urgently, without hesitation, claiming my mouth as much as I’m claiming hers. She meets me, kiss for kiss, with no fear.

My cock brushes against her wetness, and we both gasp. Then I lift my head to meet her eyes, darkened by the shadows of night.

“I want—” I begin but she cuts me off.

“Yes,” she begs. God, that word on her lips sends a shudder of pleasure through me.

“I don’t have anything,” I admit. I had no idea this would be happening at all, so packing condoms never crossed my mind. “But I … well, I’ve been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”