But the feel of his hands on her bare torso wasn’t enough—she needed more. She shifted to straddle him, trying to make more contact with his groin. She was only just able to get her knees on either side of his big, powerful thighs, giving her the right angle to grind against his growing erection. Slowly circling her hips so that her center grazed his, causing the friction she craved, she let out a long, husky moan. Tugging on the strings of her bikini as she continued to grind, he quickly found her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pinching and tweaking them until they were hard little points.
She threw her head back, the sensations running through her body as he played with her nipples causing her to feel as if she were vibrating. She could feel him shifting underneath her, but wasn’t ready for his quick move to stand, still holding her in his arms as he did. Her right heel connected with the bowl of M&Ms that rested on the table, sending it flying across the room, the candies scattering everywhere. Cullen didn’t even blink an eye at the disturbance, just continued to carry her toward the bed.
“The M&Ms,” Leona said, as he moved his mouth down to her nipple.
“They don’t matter,” he said, not pulling away from her breast. “Besides, I see the green ones are having the desired effect.”
He tossed her down on the bed, and she could see him watching her breasts jiggle as the mattress bounced up and down underneath her. The look on his face told her he wanted to devour her like she was one of the chocolate candies they had just let scatter, and she was about to let him.
“That’s why I have to pick out the green ones?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows, pushing out her chest.
“Sure is,” he answered, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his swim trunks. His big, beautiful cock was once again on full display, and Leona had to stop herself from reaching for it.
“I already have a hard enough time resisting you,” he said, pointing his chin down at his erection, a look on his face showing that he was proud of his pun. “I didn’t need any help from candy. But thought it wouldn’t hurt to have you all amped up.”
She giggled, throwing her head back. “Cullen Cruz, you play dirty.”
“Oh, I’ll show you dirty,” he smirked.
Not wasting another second, he rid her of her bikini bottoms and returned his mouth to her nipples. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue circled the taut little peaks like it was made for just that purpose. With every movement, Leona could feel herself getting wetter and the tell-tale tingle in her center growing more intense. Running his hand down her now completely naked body, he slipped his hand between her legs, finding her wetness. He let his fingers play in her folds for a moment before ever so lightly flicking across her clit, sending a jolt through her. Her hips bucked in response, wanting him to find that bundle of nerves again and again. She wanted to be sky-high again, in a way only he could take her.
A wicked little laugh suddenly came from his throat, making her realize he had other plans. That didn’t stop her from wiggling around, trying to force his fingers to the exact spot she wanted—needed—his attention the most.
With a quick popping noise, he let go of the nipple he had in his mouth and started to kiss his way down her body. Stopping only briefly to tease her belly button with his tongue, he continued until he reached her mound. As he paused briefly, she could feel his breath against her wetness, teasing her, and she thought the anticipation might kill her. It wasn’t that she’d never done this, it just wasn’t something she and Carlos did regularly. Other than a quick blow job here and there because she was “unavailable,” as he put it, oral sex was not in their repertoire. The light bulb project was based on quickies in unoccupied hotel rooms, broom closets, and the laundry room, not long drawn-out lovemaking sessions.
Before she could register what was happening, he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on it, hard. With just that movement of his mouth, it was as if every nerve in her body had made its way to her sex and everything she felt was right there. Just as quickly as he had started, he let it go, and swiped the pointed tip of his tongue across it. Now she was sure that every nerve ending had migrated, and that she would never ever feel anything as incredible again.
His tongue continued to move across her sex, going from the very top of her slit to the very bottom and returning again, circling her clit, sucking on it, and just overall worshipping her. Her entire body felt weightless, while at the same time unable to move. She was anchored to him via his mouth and would gladly stay that way forever. Damn, this man was seriously talented with that muscle.
Returning his full focus to her clit, he slowly inserted one large finger inside her, massaging the inside of her entrance with the pad of his finger. That was all it took for fireworks to go off inside Leona and for her to see stars.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she screamed, letting out a loud wail, bucking her hips, holding on to the sheets so she could keep herself grounded. Her climax coursed through her entire body, wave after wave of pleasure seeming as if it was never going to stop. She’d never come this hard before and she had no idea that it was possible. So much for every other orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life.
Cullen slowly kissed his way back up her body as she came back down to earth. His heavy breathing slowed, the feel of his lush lips warm against her skin which was now damp with sweat. It didn’t seem to matter what it was doing, his mouth felt good against her, and she cherished each and every moment of contact. His mouth found hers and he kissed her, returning to those slow, drawn-out movements that he seemed to be rather fond of. Truth be told, she was starting to like them too. No—more than like. She was starting to crave this. The way he swept his tongue across hers at this leisurely pace was intoxicating and something that she could easily become full-on addicted to. She might even already be at that point.
“Cullen,” she whispered, all breathy.
“I’m here, Menina,” he whispered in return.
She wasn’t sure she really had anything she needed to say in the moment, she just wanted to say his name. To know that he was fully in this moment with her. And he was. His response was perfect, and she could feel her heart soften even more. She knew she should at least try to stop it, but right now, in his arms, she just didn’t care.
“I need to be inside you, Menina,” he said, pulling back just a little, looking her in the eye. “Do you want me to grab a condom?”
His eyes showed so much emotion it was hard for Leona to even begin to process it. She saw the desire and lust in there, but behind those was something else—respect. Even though they’d cleared the air last night in the shower after his moment of not thinking, he was taking the time to check to see if she was still okay with proceeding this way. She could tell that he meant it too. That if she said yes, he would hop out of bed and go find one.
“No,” she answered, maintaining the focused eye contact. The emotion in his eyes held strong, and she hoped hers returned the sentiment. “I trust you.”
Kissing her nose lightly, he sighed. “I trust you too.”
Hearing Leona say those words was music to his ears. Might even rank as one of the best things that he’d ever heard. For a long time he thought nothing would ever top hearing “you’re our new lead striker, son” come from his manager’s mouth, but in this moment, he was thinking “I trust you” might just outrank it.
Three little words. He’d heard teammates talk for years about how three little words could change your entire world and bring you to your knees. The thought had never occurred to him that these would be those three little words. Or maybe this was just the first tier and those other three would throw him for a loop later. Not that he was going to allow himself to think about that now. Right now he was focused on one thing and one thing only—being inside her and hearing his name fall from her lips again. Okay, so maybe there were two things.
Wanting to drag this out and make it last as long as possible, he held on to her arms and rolled over, so now she was on
top of him. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard, driving himself into her and hearing her scream as she fell apart like she just did, he knew that if he did that he wouldn’t last very long. He wanted her too badly. He’d done enough treating her like some bird he’d picked up in a club. It was time to start treating her like the goddess he viewed her as.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, drinking in her body as she straddled him.
She leaned down and kissed him, and he wondered if she could taste herself on his lips. Going down on a woman wasn’t something he did very often, not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he viewed it as something too intimate for the casualness of most of his encounters. The few women who had experienced him in such a way had always sung his praises, and he loved knowing that his tongue held the power to make a woman come undone like that, but for whatever reason, it was still an act that was on another level for him. Capturing her by the back of the neck, he pulled her in close, deepening the kiss and massaging her tongue with his. The little moan she let out let him know she enjoyed his kisses just as much as he did hers. He could kiss this girl for forever if she’d let him.
Keeping her lips locked on his, he reached down and lifted her hips up, positioning her at the tip of his cock. He held her there for a moment, teasing her entrance with just the tip, the same way he’d teased it with his finger moments ago. She pulled away from his kiss and gasped, her eyes rolling back slightly behind her shuttering eyelids.
“You like that, huh, Menina?”
“Uh-huh,” she squeaked out, too lost in her bliss to form a real word.
“I love how responsive your body is to me. But especially your pussy,” he said in a low tone. “It was like your pussy was specially made for my cock.”
As he finished his sentence, he lowered her down slowly, fully filling her. He felt the insides of her clench and seize as he did so, causing her to rock back and forth, letting out whimpers and moans. Her muscles hugged his cock, almost as if she were…coming.
“Fuck, Cullen!” she shouted, just as surprised by her body’s reaction as he was. She fell forward, gripping his upper arms as she bucked and shook from the pleasure seizing her body.
“Well, Menina, if I knew that was all it took…” he said slyly, when her convulsing slowed down.
She rolled her eyes playfully as she caught her breath and pushed herself back up off his chest. “I’ve…I’ve never had that happen before,” she said, starting to blush.
“Oh, no no, baby,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by coming. That was the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”
The blush crept up her face faster now, but he could tell this time it was due to how much she liked his words rather than her being worried about what had happened. He started to slowly roll his hips underneath her, while she did the same, the two of them easily finding a rhythm. Everything about her felt so good, from the feel of her around his cock, to her thighs hugging his. After a moment, she slowed her hip swivel and adjusted to moving up and down, almost coming all the way off him, only to lower herself back down his shaft. She looked stunning, her breasts bouncing up and down, her blonde hair swaying with her body. Her body was slowly milking him for all he was worth, but he needed more.
“You feel so bloody good, Menina, but I need to fuck you,” he growled.
He grabbed her hips and flipped them over, without ever losing the contact between them. Now towering over her, he could see the lust in her eyes and knew that she wanted this just as badly as he did. In one fluid motion, he pulled almost all the way out and then immediately slammed back into her. She grunted and bit her bottom lip as he thrust into her. If not for the look in her eyes telling him to continue, he would have worried he’d hurt her. But she was hungry for him.
Finding a new, faster rhythm, he continued to thrust in and out of her, hard, giving it all he could. He could feel the start of his own orgasm forming, building down deep in him. When Leona suddenly grabbed him by the forearms and dug her nails into him, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, it set him off like a rocket. His climax burst through him like a wrecking ball, until he was nothing but a limp pile of muscle.
Collapsing on the bed half on top of her, half off, trying not to crush her little body, he exhaled loudly. The only sound that filled the room was their loud, labored breathing as they both tried to catch their breath.
Cullen wanted to say so much to her, but he couldn’t actually find any of the words that would fit. There was something different about what they just did, and not because of how out of this world it was. Is this what confiding in someone did, added in emotions and turned what had always just been a physical release into something more? The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he thought better than to ask. She said she was in this, that she was interested, willing to get to know him, the real him. But that didn’t mean she needed to be reminded of his past and how whatever this was, it wasn’t something he’d done before.
Rolling fully onto his side, he tried to roll her over too, to pull her in close. He wanted to feel her body pressed up against his. He wanted to feel their heartbeats next to one another. As he pulled her in, though, she rolled away, pushing herself up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, pushing up so he was resting on one arm.
“I should clean up,” she answered, kind of sheepishly.
“What? No!” he said, fully sitting up now. “Don’t worry about the M&Ms!”
“I was talking about myself,” she said, pressing her lips together and sucking them into her mouth. “But, yes, I also need to clean up the candy.”
“No, you don’t. I will take care of that later.”
“Cullen, you’re a guest, I can’t expect you to do that,” she said hurriedly. “I am the head of housekeeping. It’s my job.”
“And as long as you are in this bungalow with me, you’re my guest, not the head of housekeeping,” he replied, his voice sounding a little harsher than he had intended.
“That’s not how this works, Cullen,” she said, turning to walk into the bathroom.
“Lee!” he shouted.
She stopped in her tracks and spun around on her heel. The look on her face was unreadable. He hadn’t meant to shout, he really hadn’t. But he didn’t want her walking away and trying to hide behind some cold, professional persona. Not after what they’d just done. He tried again to read her expression, but he couldn’t.
“Leona, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. I just don’t want—” he started.
“You said my name,” she cut him off.
“What?” He was confused.
“You called me Lee. You don’t ever call me that when it’s just us. Hell, you don’t even call me Leona, much less Lee.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” he said, walking toward her. He stopped about five feet from her, just out of striking distance. “I know that’s what your friends call you and I guess it must have just stuck in my head.”
“You’re not overstepping,” she responded, closing the space between them. “I like it.”
The smile that filled her face warmed him all over. If she kept looking at him like this, he was going to be hard again in no time.
“Well then, Lee,” he said, emphasizing her nickname. “How about a bubble bath?”
“As long as you promise not to lose any washcloths this time,” she said, her smile turning impish.
He winked at her. “I make no such promise.”
Chapter Nineteen
Leona could not remember the last time she had slept as deeply as she had Saturday night. They’d filled the tub with steaming hot water and Cullen’s special bubble bath, and then proceeded to take a lingering soak filled with more soft kisses and plenty of caresses, before curling up in bed to watch a movie. Even though she’d had zero intention of actually spending the night, she was asleep not too long after the opening credits of whatever movie Cullen
had pulled up on the TV.
The morning sun had awakened her as it shone through the big window at the foot of the bed, and she’d hated having to sneak out, leaving him half naked and barely covered in a sheet. She'd done this before and remembered all too well just how that had turned out, but for some reason she’d been perfectly confident that morning that this time it would be different.
“Holy shit,” she muttered out loud as she entered La Isla Bonita later that afternoon.
Arms filled with towels, a wide variety of cleaning products, and a vacuum for the candy, she was more than just a little shocked to find the place tidied up. The spilled food and leftovers were put back on the tray, with all the dishes stacked neatly. The M&Ms had been swept up and now resided in a disposable coffee cup from the coffee bar in the lobby. Turning to the bed, she found the covers pulled up and the pillows sloppily tossed on top as if a teenager had hastily made the bed because some girl was coming over.
“Told you I was capable of taking care of it,” he said, coming up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
“You just continue to surprise me,” she said, turning in his arms and kissing him deeply. She was liking this side of Cullen Cruz.
The next few days found the two of them falling into a pattern—she didn’t dare use the word routine—that mirrored Sunday. Leona would swear she was not going to spend the night, only to cuddle up to his sculpted chest after an amazing session between his special-request sheets, and fall asleep wrapped up in his strong, incredibly defined arms. Of course, first thing the next morning she would find herself carefully leaving the bungalow, hoping no one saw her. Granted, it wasn’t just his exceptional physical talents that kept her returning every night. Despite what she’d been telling herself the last ten years, he really was not a jackass. Turns out, it really was an act on his part.
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