But what really made my mouth water was the v-cut line of muscles that peeked out from above his pajama bottoms and pointed downward like a beacon leading me to my prize.
He flipped me over, and I gasped with the surprise of his sudden movements. I held onto the wall for balance as he slowly drew down the zipper of my dress. The soft caress of his fingers followed the trail of the zipper sliding down my back.
Damn it. Hector was taking too much time. I needed him now. I pulled off the rest of my dress from my upper body with urgency and turned around, not caring that I hadn’t worn a bra. He raised his hands in surrender as I untied the string of his pajama bottoms. He chuckled at my desperate movements, the bastard.
“Here,” he said, and carried me to his bed. He threw me on the mattress unceremoniously and peeled off the rest of my dress and pantyhose. He stepped back to look at me, and I suddenly became aware that I was splayed out in front of him in only a black thong. “Carolina,” he said with a hoarse voice. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I shot up with his words, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I hooked my fingers to the waistband of both his bottoms and boxer briefs, helping him out of both.
He sprang free, and I gulped at the sight of his erection, facing me and pointing upward. He didn’t say anything as I explored him. I placed a hand around his shaft and squeezed gently, feeling his girth. Hector drew in a breath at the touch, and a small drop of pre-cum escaped him. I rubbed it with my thumb around the head and brought my thumb to my mouth, licking it. The flavor of him in my mouth quickened my breathing.
My intention was to draw him into my mouth, I wanted to taste him, but he pulled out of my grip before my tongue reached its desire.
“Tsk, tsk,” he said. “Not yet. I won’t be able to last if you do that, and I want to devour you, baby.”
I swallowed, even as I was denied what I wanted most. Still, his words stirred inside me, and I felt my pussy contract in response.
He pushed me gently by the shoulders until I lay back onto the bed. He was on top of me in no time.
When he kissed me the second time, it was different. This was not the exploration of tentative lovemaking, full of sweetness like his kiss earlier in the night. This kiss—it was all desire and hunger. He made good on his promise and devoured my mouth. His lips crushed mine, and his tongue played roughly with mine like he couldn’t get enough, making me squirm under him.
His cock rested on me, his shaft nestled gently between the seam at my center, and my hips raised forward, searching for the head, wanting him inside me. He let out a deep chuckle at my desperation, and I could have killed him right then and there.
“My eager little Carolina,” he said, admonishing me. “We have all night. What is the rush?”
“The rush,” I said in a breathy voice, “is that we have been waiting a decade.” I circled my hips, rubbing my clit against the shaft of his cock, seeking my pleasure.
His eyes darkened, and I was almost afraid of what I saw in them—almost. He looked wild, like a starving savage.
His mouth trailed down my body as he pinned me to the bed by my shoulders. He let go of his grip when his mouth reached my pubic bone, and his hands found themselves on my thighs, spreading my legs even wider.
With his index finger, he pulled my thong to the side. There was a gentle caress, teasing at my entrance, and my body writhed at the touch.
“What do you want, Carolina?”
“I want you.” Damn it, I wanted him now.
“Say it, baby. What do you want from me?” His stubble scratched my inner thigh as his finger continued to toy at my entrance, not giving me what I wanted. I was about to cry.
“I want your mouth,” I said.
“Like this?” He slid his finger deeper in me and gave me a gentle kiss on the outside of my pussy. I groaned.
“No. I want your tongue on me.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” He licked at the outer lip of my pussy, as his finger twirled inside me.
“Hector, damn it! I want you to lick my clit!” I surprised myself at how loud I had said it, but my bluntness was rewarded. He chuckled as the tip of his tongue circled my clitoris gently.
He made a soft mmmm sound, and the sound vibrations were unlike anything I’d ever felt. He was unreal.
“Oh, Hector.” My eyes rolled back with pleasure. He flicked his tongue a little faster and slid a second finger inside me, sending me reeling. I grabbed a fistful of fabric from the bedsheets and held on for life. My thighs clenched, and he pulled his fingers out of me to stabilize my legs wide and open like he wanted them.
“No!” I protested, the emptiness leaving me nearly in tears.
“Then, don’t close your legs for me, got it?”
I nodded rapidly, wanting to be rewarded. What the hell? Where was the polite and respectable Hector Medina? This Hector was all teasing and power and hunger. I fucking loved it. While I didn’t want him calling the shots in my career, I definitely didn’t mind him calling the shots when he had his way with me.
He returned his attention to my pussy, and this time he plunged three fingers inside me, stretching me further. I was so wet by that point, there was no pain at the extra width of the fingers inside.
His tongue rolled once again over my clit, this time picking up speed, and his fingers went in and out of me more rapidly each time. When he curled his fingers slightly upward, finding that spot, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hector, No! Please stop, I’m going to come.” I didn’t want to. Not yet. I wanted his cock inside me when I came.
“Yes, baby. Come for me. I want you dripping down all the way to my wrist,” he said and pushed his fingers deeper inside me.
A familiar tension coiled in my core, and bursts of white lights set off behind my eyes as my body answered him, giving him what he commanded.
My orgasm came in waves, and my abdominal muscles spasmed with the pleasure. My pussy clenched around his fingers. And his mouth left me.
“Oh, Carolina,” he said hoarsely at the sensation around his fingers.
He stood, and I momentarily panicked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to the dresser. Need to grab a condom.”
“Wait,” I said. I couldn’t look at him, but I needed to ask. I wanted to feel him, and not between a layer of latex. “I’m on birth control. I have an IUD,” I said. “And I’m clean. I’m sure of it. Would you want to . . .” I trailed off, not able to finish my thought.
Shit. What the hell was happening? Where was the confident and assertive Carolina Ramirez? Being naked with each other had seemed to reduce both of us to repressed personality traits we avoided in our everyday lives and careers.
“Carolina, you are my every dream come true,” Hector said and finished peeling off my thong. I welcomed him with open thighs as he found his way back on top of me.
One of his hands went to the back of my head, holding me in place for a kiss, just as he had earlier in the night. The tip of his cock played at my entrance, and I writhed beneath him, trying to get him deeper inside me. I groaned in his mouth, and my reward was another inch of him.
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch in the most gentle way. I was so wet that there was nothing but pleasure, and just when I didn’t think he could possibly go inside me any deeper, he thrust in another inch, and then another.
I hunkered down, taking in his cock and adjusting to the size. I’d never been with a man this big, and I thought it might be painful when I first saw him, but it wasn’t. It was the most delicious stretch of my life.
“Are you okay?” he asked between kisses.
“Yes,” I said, and my legs wrapped around him, my ankles pushing on his ass so I could have him deeper.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said teasingly, and pulled out of me almost entirely, then drove in again with force.
I screamed his name and cursed in the same breath, and he was amused by all of it. He was paying close att
ention, finding my eyes even when I tried to look away. He was studying me. He wanted to know what my body reacted to—what I liked. Hector Medina was conducting research on my body.
He pulled out again, this time staying away, with only his tip inside me. “Please, Hector, please come back,” I begged.
His mouth found me first, and he drove his tongue in my mouth before he drove his cock deep inside again. I moaned into his mouth, my eyes shut tight, and that coil started building again.
My legs tightened around him, and I dug my fingertips in his back—luckily, like all doctors, I had short nails and didn’t scratch him. Or at least I didn’t think I had.
I took my mouth away from him, gasping for air, and my head rolled back as the second orgasm hit. My pussy tightened around him as I came, and it only made him thrust harder, sending me over the edge again.
He was wild now, his eyes darkened like a sinister, other-worldly being as he pounded into me. My pussy was still contracting from the orgasm when he plunged deep inside me and remained there. A groan that escaped from deep within him followed as he came shortly after I did. I realized he’d been trying to hold out until I came again—like a gentleman.
He pressed his forehead to my collar bone and tried to catch his breath. My arms embraced him around the neck, and I couldn’t help running my fingers through his hair.
“I’m never letting you get away again,” he said between breaths and while he was still inside me. He kissed my left breast and looked up at me. “But more importantly, I’ll never again give you a reason to want to go.”
Chapter 27
Morning After
The house was quiet, but the sun rays flooding through the window warmed my skin. I felt a tickle at my nose, and my eyes fluttered open. I had fallen asleep on his chest, and his thick chest hair tickled my face awake. I smiled when I realized his chest hair matched the salt and pepper hues of his thick mane.
I slept like the dead, though I didn’t imagine he could have been very comfortable. I had his arm pinned under me, and nearly half of me was on top of him, my legs wrapped around his right leg.
As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, he shifted under me. “You awake?” His voice didn’t sound hoarse or groggy.
“Yeah. How long have you been awake?”
He caressed my shoulder. “An hour,” he admitted.
I pushed myself away from him, horrified. “I’m so sorry, Hector. You should have woken me so I could move. You must have been so uncomfortable.”
Hector only tightened his grip, pressing me to his naked body. “Come here. I wasn’t uncomfortable. Actually, it was heavenly. You looked so at peace, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Well, thank you,” I said with doubt.
“Not that I could wake you up if I wanted to.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, my love, that you sleep like a log. I don’t think a freight train could wake you up. And don’t let me get started on that cute little snore of yours—”
“I do not snore!” I tried wiggling out of his grip, but who was I kidding? It was only a threat. I wasn’t going to willingly separate my skin from his. I settled back into the warm nook of his body, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that safe—or if I ever had.
I covered my mouth for a yawn, preoccupied with my morning breath. “That was a yummy sleep,” I admitted and brought my hand back to his chest. I gathered some of his chest hair between my fingers and started twirling the locks around. This man was mine, and I couldn’t believe it. As I played with the curls, something caught a ray of sunlight from within the chest hair and glimmered. I pulled my hand to my face and realized it was on my finger.
I shot up into a sitting position and grabbed the bed sheet to cover my breasts. Hector remained calmly lying down and drew circles on my naked back with the pad of his finger.
“Hector, wha-wha-what is this?” I held my left hand to my face and pushed aside the strands of hair obscuring my view. I was sure my locks were suffering from a severe case of sex hair, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. On my hand, staring back at me, was a classically cut round diamond on a sleek and simple platinum band.
“That’s your engagement ring, love. Guess I’m lucky you sleep like you do, or I would have never managed to get it on you without waking you.”
Love? He had gone from baby to love in one night. “How did you get—”
“I’ve had it for a while now,” Hector said.
“How long is a while?” I asked, looking at him now.
“That ring has been here, in this house, for eight years.”
“What?” My eyes bulged to saucers. It was possible I was dreaming or still so groggy I hadn’t heard him right.
“I was only renting at first, but when you came over, you mentioned you liked the house, so I bought it.”
“You bought a house because I mentioned I liked it?”
“Yes.” Hector sat up in the bed and scooted me back toward him so we could both rest our backs on the headboard. He took my left hand in his and kissed it. “I bought it for you—for us. I told you, love. I fell in love with you back then, and I was ready to propose, but you were so damned mad at me, and well, you know what happened after that.”
“And it has been here this entire time?” I stared at the ring again. It was sizable and looked expensive, but it wasn’t too much. It felt elegant and classic on my hand, even to my untrained eye.
“Waiting for you. That ring was going to be on your finger one day, or it would never get to feel the skin of another human. The poor thing,” he teased.
“Would have been such a waste,” I teased back.
“The worst,” Hector said.
“And you kept the house empty? All this time?”
Hector nodded. “I couldn’t bear to sell it. Doing so would have been like admitting I was giving up on us, and I never did. Not even when I tried to convince myself it was over. In the back of my mind, I always knew that I’d come back once your career was established, once I could be in your life without simultaneously destroying it.”
He had been right last night when he’d asked whether I wouldn’t have done the same thing he had. I was starting to understand the sacrifice of his restraint. He waited seven years for me to make a name for myself and risked me moving on with someone else. It would have killed me, but I couldn’t lie to myself; I would have done the same thing if I’d thought I was ruining everything he had ever worked for.
It wasn’t like he stayed away so I could keep a job. He loved medicine as much as I did and understood that losing a love like that would have all but killed me. Because he was right. I would have chosen him at the risk of my career, and if I had lost the ability to conduct research, it would have slowly killed me and taken its own particular toll on our relationship.
I dropped the sheets from my body and pulled them away from both of us. The contrast of his tanned skin on the white linens was astounding in the morning light, and I couldn’t stop myself from fucking him with my eyes as I raked my gaze up and down his body.
So much had been missing last night in the dark. He had fucked me hard, with hunger and desire and longing, but it was all touch and sounds. The glory of his body was missing from the limited senses lacking vision in the night.
I smirked when his erection made its presence known, but then my pussy contracted. I was sore and swollen from what we had done not too many hours ago. He looked bigger in the clarity of daylight, and I winced.
“As much as I love you devouring me with your eyes,” Hector said, “I was hoping you’d actually touch me.”
“We have the rest of our lives. What’s the rush?” I threw his words at him and bent over his body.
I gripped the shaft of his cock and moved to make him think I was going to have him in my mouth. But this was payback for all the teasing from earlier. He would pay.
I leaned to kiss his inner thigh and dragged my tongue from his
knee to his thigh on one leg, then the other, stopping each time before reaching the spot where he wanted me.
“I shouldn’t have teased you last night, should I?” Hector asked.
“No, darling. You really shouldn’t have.” I was mainly teasing him as he had done, but I was also exploring his body again, this time with my eyes. I scooted up, and my tongue trailed the thin strip of hair that led to his bellybutton, and I nipped at the skin of his stomach.
“Damn it, Carolina,” Hector said, his voice hoarse. “I swear I’ll never tease you again if you stop.”
I withdrew from him and studied his expression as I licked my lips. “You want me to stop?”
“No! Agh! That’s not what I meant. Please stop teasing me.”
I understood now why he had done it. Him begging, saying my name, pleading drawn-out pleases, was like a prayer for me. It was so goddamned empowering and so fucking hot.
Rewarding the prayer offering, I bent again and gripped his shaft, pumping once, then twice. Still, I wanted to savor him, so I only licked, first along his shaft from root to head. I let my tongue linger there and circle the head, finding the saltiness of us from the night before.
Hector was still half-sitting up against the headboard, and he gathered my hair in his hand so he could watch me—I wanted him to see what I was doing to him. I drew the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked only there, at the very edge, and he bucked his hips, trying to go deeper, but I was in control now.
“Tsk, tsk,” I said as I let him out of my mouth. “This is my show now.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Please get back here.”
“Are you going to be good?” I sat up, giving him a full view of my body, and circled my nipple with my finger. I drew my hand down, tracing a zig-zag pattern from my breast down to my clit.
“Yes, I’ll stay still, just please—” He tried reaching for me, but I was just out of grasp. I moaned as I toyed with my clit, high on the look in his eyes as he watched.
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