Wait for this time, he thought, wait for me to be solid. Ready. Selfish, but she waited for me. “So beautiful. You can’t imagine what I see. The beauty, Luce.” He groaned again, fingers sliding in her wetness, twisting his hand down, curling his middle finger in, deep, pushing hard as she cried out and moved against him. “So wet, fuck me. Wanting me. My baby.” Her hand stilled on his cock while he finger-fucked her, kissing and biting her neck, feeling her arch against him, hips pushing up and away with his movements. “Yeah, God. Yes, Luce. Take what you need, baby girl.”
Her head turned, mouth to his ear and he listened, waiting, and then she gave it to him. What he knew she had inside, how hot she ran. Comprehending none of what she said, those phrases she gave him in bed were nothing he understood, but spoken in her voice, in her fucking sexy-as-hell accent that grew thick when she lost herself like this, she could have said anything, and he would take it. “Ben, te amo, tu eres todo para mi.”
“Like that, baby?” He added a finger, teasing and tweaking her clit before slipping them back inside. “You like me? Like that?”
“Jesucristo, tu no me gustas me encanta usted. Mi amor.” He felt the edge of her teeth on his neck, and then her fingers tightened around his cock before releasing. She had one arm shoved under him, fingers playing with the hair at his neckline, ghosting across his skin, those finger touches so barely there they made him shiver. “Benny, please.”
“Tell me what you need, baby girl. Tell me what you want.” Cheek-to-cheek, he whispered to her, feeling her body as it moved under his hand, chasing her orgasm. She jolted beneath him when he tweaked her clit with his thumb, and he played on that response, rolling it under his touch, and then pressing hard, slipping up and down over the nerve-filled flesh.
“Dios, deja perder el tiempo y besame. Kiss me, please, Ben. Kiss me. Dios, just kiss me already.” Her neck twisted and lips pressed to his, she kissed him hard. Her fingers paused in the act of unbuttoning his jeans, and he felt the wave moving through her, knew it blazed a path when she tightened on his fingers, when he felt the throbbing in her clit as she came. He worked her, thrusting in slowly, sweetly, watching as it peaked and slowed. Carefully, he slipped his fingers from her, then his pants were history, and he had a condom in hand, rolling it on while he knee-walked up between her legs.
“Lucia.” Calling her name, he waited, watching her lids fluttering, hips still dancing in place. “Lucia.” This got him a soft hum, and he grinned because this one was different from the last he’d heard from her. Sated, satisfied, filled with pleasure. Better. So much better. Something I’ll work to hear from her every day. Throaty and sexy, the vibration rocked through him, and his cock pulsed in response. Bending, he put an elbow to the mattress next to her head, resting on her, covering her with his body until she was all he could see. Her face filling his vision, everything he’d ever wanted. His head tipped forward when her legs instinctively fell open in invitation. Welcoming him. Taking anything he would give her. Offering everything in return. Fuck. I gotta do this right.
Lacy bra scraping on his chest, corners of her lips tipping up, a flash of her beautiful browns as she blinked dreamily. Everything in him screamed to push forward, take her, make her his, but he needed to know something first. He knew she’d had lovers in the past, as young as she was. The life her family led meant she’d grown up fast. Far faster than she should have. But he was confident since he’d been in her life, she’d been holding tight. Marking time until he found his place. Waiting for me, like I’ve been waiting for her.
“Baby girl,” his soft call finally captured her attention, and he asked his question. “You sure about this, Luce?” Once they took the plunge, things between them would forever change, and he needed to know she was ready for this. “I’m not pressuring, not pushing. All you. Your choice.” Now his words were staggering, and he had to find a way to steady himself. “Want you to be sure, baby girl.”
“Si, mi amor.” She chewed on her lip a moment, eyes flickering as her gaze moved up his chest and neck to his face, searching his eyes. Her fingers wrapped around his shoulders, hands sliding to the center of his back, pulling him down and over her. “Please, Ben. Love me.”
“As my lady wishes,” he quipped and saw a flash of something he couldn’t identify before her eyes dipped closed. “I want you, Lucia.” He slipped inside her, one inch at a time, holding his breath as she went stock-still beneath him. Remember it forever. This moment, suspended in time. “I want this, baby. Beautiful lady. Wanted this forever. Mine.” Buried to the root, he held immobile, resisting the urge to start plunging deep, fucking her fast and hard. Love her, her one request. All my life, if she’ll have me. “Want you. Need you. So much. I do, baby.” He paused and then asked, “Do you, Luce?”
Her arms tightened around him as guttural Spanish fell from her lips, her gaze pinning him in place because whatever she was saying sounded profound. “Sabes quien soy, sabes como me llamo, pero no cuanto te amo tu.” Rocking her hips up, her eyes slid half closed as she gently urged him to move. “Love me, Benny.”
Hotter and tighter than he expected, and he’d expected a lot, she moved with him as he slowly pulled out, and then slid back inside. “Like silk, baby. So sleek. Velvet all around me. So beautiful.” Mouth to hers, he whispered his discoveries to her, finding words failing him. “Indescribable. We fit together, feel that? How you were made for me? Just mine?”
“Si, bebe. We fit. Cuando estoy contigo estoy feliz que nunca he estado. Happy. So happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.” Their breaths mingling, he tried to slow the rhythm between them, but her hips lifted under him, drawing him deeper, offering him more. “My life. Benny, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Now. Finally, mine. He drove deep inside her where he’d longed to be forever. Since he first saw her, knew her. Wanted her.
Words poured into his mind, lyrics and phrases, thoughts, but he pushed it all aside to focus on Lucia in his arms. “Mine.” Down to single words, he tried to express what this meant to him. “Lover. Woman.” Mouth to her neck, licking and tasting her skin. “Only you.”
Faster, he was chasing his, right there, out of reach. “God.” She lifted her legs, rocking him deeper, wrapping her heels around his thighs, urging him onwards.
“I can’t last, Luce. Too good.” Grunting into her neck now as he slammed into her, sweat across his shoulders, the heat of her mouth there, lips touching, sucking, licking. Love you.
“Gonna…”
So long, he’d wanted this so long. Want you.
“God…”
“Go, Ben. Fly for me.” Edge of her teeth now, raking fingernails on his back, but her words were what sent him over the edge. “I’m yours, Benny. Take all of me.”
With a groan, he filled the condom, heat flashing around the head of his cock, her tight all around him, arms wrapping him up. Mouth to his ear, she whispered to him, holding tight, so fucking tight it was like she wanted to melt into him and he kept coming, sensations blazing up his spine so hard and strong he groaned again, pressing deep inside her, ass clenching hard, feeling his cock jerk and pulse.
“Honey.” He murmured as it rolled over him again and then again; hard, a wave which stayed with him for a long time, throbbing in his whole body, echoed by his heart thudding in his chest. Her heart beating out the same rhythm. Anchoring him. Slowly coming down, he felt the tiny kisses she dusted up his shoulder and neck, across the hinge of his jaw. Felt her hands roaming his back, palms smoothing over his muscles, slowly stroking across his skin. Holding him to her, cradling him in her arms. Loving him.
I love you was on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back as he had the last hundred times it wanted to slip out. Before, it was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep, and now, he found himself not wanting her to think it was a heat of the moment thing, wanting to find the right time to tell her. Waiting.
“God, Luce. So good, baby. You’re perfect for me.” Saying things that were true, but the
emotion they held only skimmed the surface of what he felt. “Perfect together. Sexy and smart, everything you do turns me on.” He ran his hands down her sides, cupping her ass and lifting, gliding in, then out slowly, doing that again, feeling her so tight around him. “Best everything I’ve ever had, Lucia.”
Leaning close, he brushed his lips across hers, chasing her tongue with the tip of his, grinning as she panted against his mouth. “Best kiss.” Bowing his back, he dusted his lips down her neck and across her chest, sucking and nibbling at her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Best…” He nuzzled across to her other breast, loving how her hands clasped his head to her. “…ever.”
Gliding in one final time, he eased out, hands sweeping up and down her sides again. Mouth to her belly, he kissed and sucked and licked and bit his way down her stomach. “Best…” Hand to his cock, he got the condom off by feel, tossing it to the floor beside the bed as he slipped between her legs. Mouthing the sensitive skin inside her hip, he trailed kisses from one side to the other, and then back again, angling down until he was exactly where he wanted to be. “Lover.”
Fingers tracing between her lips, he teased her, dipping his mouth to glide his tongue up and across her clit. A gasp was his reward, and he held her open with his fingers, framing her and giving himself access to everything he’d wanted for so long. Licking and lapping across every inch of flesh, using every trick he knew to pleasure her. Fingers deep, twisting and plunging while he sucked her clit into his mouth, fluttering across it with the tip of his tongue. Covering her with his mouth, thrusting inside with his tongue, fucking her hard while he rolled her clit with his thumb.
“Best pussy.” He hummed as he drew on her clit, then groaned when he lapped at the richness she offered. “So good, Luce. Tastes so good. Best I’ve ever tasted.” Head to her thigh, he watched his fingers dipping in and drawing out, licking away what was delivered with every stroke. Honey sweet, what she gives me.
“Addictive.” At the word, she stiffened, and he edged away from language that would describe what he felt. A high like he’d never known, her under him, him in her in all the ways he could be. Addictive didn’t describe it. He would never get enough of her. No OD in my future, just everything I need.
“My baby feeds me what I need.” Mouth between her legs again, his cock rocking against the mattress, rigid again as he ate her fast and hard, feeling her press up against his mouth, fingers in his hair. Pulling back, he grinned at her soft protest, then told her, “Want to love you again, baby. Get a condom from the nightstand.”
Fingers still working her, he felt her legs quivering on his shoulders, felt the twitching of her muscles where her calves draped over his back. She moved, and he looked up her body, seeing her breasts arching up as she twisted to reach the drawer. “Other side, baby.” She glanced down, her face soft and he saw her suck in breath as he thrust his tongue deep, teeth rasping across her clit, hearing her gasping reaction at the same time, feeling how she tightened and tensed. Twisting to the other side, she opened the drawer to find it empty, like he knew it would be. “Sorry, wanted to watch your tits move. Mmmm. Best titties, baby. Love those.” Love you. He clamped the lid on the words, seeing her frown, pretending to be upset he’d fake her out.
When she had the condom in hand, he moved up, straddling her chest, knees to her sides, evidence of his desire right in front of her. Undeniably ready for her. For this. “Put it on me, baby.”
“Okay, Benny.” She grinned up at him, looking coy and before he realized what she was doing, the head of his cock was inside her hot mouth, lips tight around the shaft and for a moment, all he could do was feel. Hot, tight, sweet. Lucia.
“Fuck,” he gritted the word out. Shaking his head at her, he shifted his hips back and muttered, “Don’t be bad, baby.” She pulled off him with a pop, and he felt the loss immediately, chill air replacing the unbelievably hot sensation of her mouth.
“Benny, eres mi todo.” Fingers tearing the wrapper open, she held his gaze with hers, the intensity of the look would have been unnerving if he didn’t love her so much. “Tu amor me inspira. El toque de tu manos me mueve y tus besos me hacen te quiero mas. Estoy enamorada de ti.” Working his cock, she held on, stroking slowly. “Yes?”
“Lucia.” Benny moved, lifting off her, settling in beside her, cupping her cheek with his hand. Still shying from those three words, he told her, “You gotta know, baby.”
“I do, Ben.” She lifted and pressed her lips to his, then turned to him, curving one leg over his hip as she reached down to guide him inside her. “You gotta know too, si?”
“I love you.” Unable to hold back any longer, unplanned, the promise rose into the air between them, and he felt the swell of reaction from her, emotion boiling over along with her tears. A steady stream gliding down her cheeks, she wept as she tipped her hips and took him deep, even while his thumb futilely tried to sweep them away. Leaning in, heart racing, he kissed her, tasting the salt of her fears. “No. No, baby girl.” God, I fucked this up. Murmuring against her lips, “Luce, honey. Don’t cry, baby.”
“I love you, too, Benny. Eres me todo. You are my everything. Since I met you, I knew you were the one for me.” She set things to rights effortlessly, as she did everything else with him. Leaning her head into his hand, she took him in, hips rocking with his as they moved together slowly, softly, lovingly. Filling each other up with the emotions shared between them. Her quiet cries of completion bringing him up to and over the brink, crashing down with the knowledge that she was right there with him.
Hours later, he felt her hands on his shoulders, stroking across his skin. “Papi, what’s wrong?” Heated breath ghosting from side to side as she pressed close, followed by a gentle pressure from her lips and a whispered, “Come back to bed.”
He pushed the papers aside, shuffling through them to find the one he wanted. “Listen, Luce.” He stood, taking her with him when he climbed into bed, leaning against the headboard. By the light of his phone, he silently read the words on the paper, tracing each line a final time as she settled against him. “Listen.” Then he sang to her, and when she melted into him, he knew even before she uttered a word.
“De muy bonito, Benny. Me encanta, de verdad. So beautiful.”
Twenty-Five
“Fucking shit, Slate.” Benny cursed as he stumbled, again. This time cracking his shin on what felt like a low table his brother didn’t even attempt to steer him around. His hands jerked up and he was about to pull the blindfold off when he caught a whiff of perfume. Lucia. A second later, he felt her hands on his wrists. “Luce?” She giggled, and he smiled at the sound. Gorgeous. “Gimme a kiss, beautiful.”
Since the first night together, they’d spent only hours apart, today being one of the longest times. She’d left early this morning, scratching out a note and putting it beside the coffeepot, telling him she had things to do, would see him soon, that she loved him. He never got tired of it, how free she was with her affection, with telling him.
And how she spent her time showing him.
Her lips brushed his; gentle, slow, questing across his mouth with her tongue before pulling back. He groaned and pulled a face, pouting, hearing muffled laughter from both sides. People. If she doesn’t care who sees, then I surely don't.
Luce giggled again and tugged on his wrists. Once she got him moving, her grip loosened and slipped until she held his hands. She was backing in front of him, making sure he didn’t run into anything else on this fucking ridiculous trip with his brother.
Benny had woken this morning to a handful of frozen marbles in his bed; the frigid balls of torture rolling around, puddling everywhere he tried to brace himself. Hands. Elbows. Hips. Ass. Those little frozen bastards were everywhere.
This had been one of Slate’s favorite ways to wake him when he was a kid, and once it stopped happening, he’d never missed it. Not once. Hadn’t been pleased the frozen marbles were back today, but after tossing them one-by-one at his brother,
he'd laughed hard at Slate pretending to shield his eyes when Benny jumped out of bed shouting…and naked.
That little treat was followed by a real one as Slate fixed him a hugely elaborate breakfast. One complete with a purchased blueberry muffin sporting a single candle. He’d looked a question at Slate, who laughed as he started singing, shocking Benny into realizing he hadn’t even remembered his own birthday. Since things had settled so well with OY, and then with Lucia, he’d been busy, spending nearly every waking hour working or with Luce, and his birthday hadn’t rated an ounce of consideration.
After breakfast, Slate loaded him into a truck and threw a bandana at Benny, telling him to blindfold himself. After making a show out of checking the fabric for obvious usage, he complied; the grin on Slate’s face as he did so worth making a fool out of himself if that was what it all came down to. Anything, he’d thought.
That brought him here, walking blindfolded across an open space with the oddly-muffled noise of a large group of people all around, Lucia in front of him, knowing his brother was somewhere in the room. “Shhhh.” The loud hiss came from an unidentifiable someone in front of him, right past where Luce was. He halted, and she stopped with him, her grip steady and strong.
“Can I take off the whisker-wiper, yet, bro?” His fingers curled and tightened, anxiety taking hold in the darkness. Luce would never steer him wrong, but this was starting to edge into weird. “I’m getting kinda freaked,” he admitted and hated the emotion would be clear in his shaking voice.
“One sec, honey.” This was Ruby, and he swung his head her direction, hearing a loud metallic sound followed by a muttered, “Fuck me.” Butterflies eased by his brother’s voice, knowing Ruby paired with Luce would have his back against any stupid birthday party tricks, he forced in a deep breath, waiting.
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