Emilio broke off the kiss and cupped her chin in his hands. He forced her to look at him. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret in the morning. We can wait.”
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”
“We have the rest of our lives to make love. What’s a few more months?”
Sharleen grazed her lips against his ear and whispered, “But I want you now.”
The sound of her throaty, sultry voice made his head spin. He’d never seen her like this and wondered what had gotten into her. Her touch was passionate, urgent, her words a desperate plea. She knew what he needed, what his body was craving, and she was giving it to him. Emilio struggled to control himself, felt as if his mind and flesh were at odds. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone in years and was secretly nervous about making love to Sharleen. Would he please her? Would they be sexually compatible?
“Emilio, kiss me.”
He did. Over and over again, until she was breathless. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, roared like thunder, and his erection was harder than steel. He couldn’t fight his feelings anymore, wasn’t strong enough to resist her. They stumbled around the room kissing and caressing each other, and they laughed when the cordless phone fell off the side table and crashed to the floor. Emilio stroked her body with loving tenderness, took his time pleasing her. They kissed for what felt like hours, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He had to have her. Now. Before he lost the battle with his flesh and exploded inside his jeans.
“Your clothes are in my way,” he said. “Turn around so I can unzip your dress.”
“Not until you close the drapes.”
Emilio saw the fear in her eyes, the trepidation, and hugged her to his chest. To reassure her, he tenderly stroked her hair, neck and shoulders. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of seeing you naked. I think you’re gorgeous, and I want to see every inch of your body.”
Her face brightened, glowed with happiness.
“You’re so beautiful it blows my mind,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. “But you’re more than just a pretty face, Sharleen. You’re the total package, and don’t you forget it.”
He must have said the right thing, must have put her doubts to rest, because she sighed dreamily, as if she was overcome with love, and kissed him hard on the lips. Emilio took his time undressing her, savored the moment. He unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor and admired her curvy shape for several seconds. Sharleen was perfection. Big, beautiful breasts, wide hips, silky brown legs he could almost feel wrapped around his waist and a tight ass.
“You’re staring.”
“Of course I am. You’re stunning.” He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his gaze. “When I look at you, I don’t see scars or imperfections. I see a strong, tenacious young woman who beat the odds and built a great life for herself. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
A grin warmed her mouth. Taking his hands in her own, she used them to stroke her nipples. His pulse sped up, beat in double time, and his erection grew thicker, wider.
Feeling as if he was losing control, he cautioned himself to slow down. This was Sharleen’s first time, and he wanted to make it a night she’d never forget. With that thought in mind, he scooped her up, carried her across the room and laid her down on his satin-draped bed.
Emilio kicked off his shoes and took off his clothes. He dug around in his dresser, found a box of MAGNUM condoms and sighed in relief. He covered his erection and gathered Sharleen in his arms.
He cupped her breasts, sucked her nipples into his mouth, teased and tickled the dark, erect buds with his tongue. His only concern was pleasing her, fulfilling her every desire, every unspoken wish. He parted the lips between her legs and slid a finger inside her sex. Emilio was surprised—and pleased—to discover she was wet, ready. He swirled his fingers around, slid them in and out, back and forth. “Do you like that? Does that feel good?”
The word amazing fell out of her mouth in a gush.
Hearing her moans and groans thrilled him. She rode his fingers, rocked her hips hard against them. Sharleen was losing it, coming undone, and Emilio loved watching every erotic minute of it.
Seizing his shaft in her hands as if she owned it, she brushed it against her sex, like an artist with a paintbrush. Each flick of his erection against her sex pushed him to the brink. She clutched his shoulders, held on to him for dear life.
An orgasm seized her body, caused her to shake so violently the headboard banged against the wall. Another one, longer and more powerful, followed on the heels of the first. She swiveled her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, one that made him feel as if he was going to explode. Emilio had never seen anything like it, never experienced such passion, and her excitement was the ultimate turn-on.