“That was…” She cleared her throat, shaking her head as she continued to catch her breath. “It was just…wow.”
Oh, Abby. Delightful, delectable Abby. “I’d say that about sums it up,” he chuckled before resealing their lips.
Her tongue met his eagerly yet lazily. And since he’d become a man, since the moment he realized sex didn’t have to be hot and heavy and over in a few minutes, he’d come to like this part the best. When his lover was sated and languorous. When she was soft and fulfilled. Because the beautiful thing about a woman’s body was that it didn’t need time to recover like a man’s did. But the challenge was figuring out how to bring her back up, push her higher, past the pinnacle once again.
The good Madre Maria knows I love a good challenge…
And he figured with Abby he’d start with her nipples. He’d noticed how sensitive they were. How caressing them made her back bow and her neck arch. He hadn’t spent much time on them earlier because he could tell fondling them, licking them made her too hot too quickly. And he’d wanted to draw out her orgasmic torture that first time. But now, now he figured it was the perfect opportunity to give them the attention they deserved.
Gently pulling his mouth from hers, he peppered her throat and chest with kisses before lazily catching her left nipple between his teeth. And as he’d expected, she gasped. Her back curving, a lovely little moan sounding in her throat.
With infinite, hard-won patience he suckled her, licking and laving and biting first one hard, pebbled peak, and then the next. Soon she was writhing beneath him, her breaths coming fast and hot, and had he still been sixteen, he would have pumped a fist. He was right. Abby’s delicate breasts were the key to her libido.
Thank Dios! Because he was on fire, so horny his patience was quickly fraying. And before he lost control completely, before he allowed himself the ultimate pleasure of sinking into her little body, there was one more thing he wanted from her. One more thing he needed from her to make all of his fantasies come true.
Loving the sucking sound her nipple made as it popped free of his lips, he pushed to his knees, going to work on his belt and thigh holster. Carefully laying his weapon to the side, and not so carefully tossing his belt away, he stood to unlace his boots and shuck his cargo pants and boxers. Abby watched it all with soft, sparkling eyes. And when he towered above her, completely naked, he saw her swallow involuntarily.
Chuckling, he reached down to pull her to her knees. Grabbing the base of his dick in one hand, he softly slid the other into the hair on the back of her head.
“Suck me, Abby,” he told her. “I want to feel your lips and tongue on me.”
Authority in the bedroom was a core part of him, and though he’d shown her plenty over the last little while, he wondered how she’d react to this salacious demand. Would it be too much? He held his breath and waited.
Thank goodness, he didn’t have to wait long. She gave him an answer when she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her chest rising rapidly, her eyes dropping hungrily to the rampant thrust of his cock.
Relief and love and joy burst inside him. Because she liked this side of him. More than liked it if the hot blush on her cheeks, the way her thighs quivered, was anything to go by. In fact, he would go so far as to say she loved it. Which meant, as he’d always subconsciously suspected, she was perfect for him. The perfect mix of bold willingness to match his gentle brand of dominance.
He watched, his testicles aching, as she leaned forward. Only instead of taking him into her mouth, she kissed the raised ridge of the scar on his flank. The muscles of his stomach rippled in response and he groaned, tightening his fist in her hair.
“Do it, Abby,” he hissed, so close to the brink he could hardly stand it, hardly keep his knees from buckling beneath him.
Her green eyes glittered up at him. Then she parted her pink lips and flicked out her tongue to taste him.
“Dios,” he rasped, clenching his jaw so tight it was a wonder he didn’t shatter a molar. And when she closed her soft mouth over his swollen, aching head, he knew he’d just experienced rapture. He also knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
* * *
Carlos smelled like sex and man. His shaft delicious and salty as Abby’s lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She used her tongue to bathe the swollen head of him. And for what seemed like just a few seconds, he allowed her to give him pleasure. To look up and find his dark eyes blazing as he watched her suckle him. To see that big muscle in his jaw ticking frantically.
Then he pulled himself from her mouth and she frowned. His chuckle was more of a rasp when he saw her pout. Shaking his head, his beautiful naked chest working like bellows, he said, “Not this time. Next time you can finish me that way. But this time I want to come with you.”