I have full blown sex deprivation symptoms when his palms start their slow descent down my torso. I’m not just turned on by his hands. His aroused breathing tickles my ear; his hard chest is pressed firmly against my back; I can feel his heart beating; his hard arms rub my skin with each stroke of his palms; and his erection nudges me every time he moves. It’s a full body experience.
Emiliano drops a kiss on my shoulder before he moves lower, bending his body until he is kneeling behind me. I feel the warm water pelt my back as I fantasize. If only he’d do that in front of me fully clothed while holding a ring. I shake it away. Valentine’s is approaching; maybe I just have love brain. He plants a kiss on my lower back, and my hope jumps in again like an unbruised bitch. The way he touches me makes me feel like I’m more than a fling.
Or, maybe I’m a masochist. It’s been clear from the beginning that he’s not looking for love. This is only happening because I threw myself at him like a woman who’s never seen a man before. Okay, I’m not ashamed of that. I’ve had some amazing sex because of that desperate moment…
Emiliano’s expert hand traces up my inner thigh and gags the Chatty Cathy in my head. I moan when he rubs and squeezes my legs and calves while avoiding the naughty parts. Once satisfied, he turns me to face him. Not exactly. His face is more in line with my belly button. I try not to imagine him dipping just a little bit lower…
He glances up at me with warm caramel eyes shining with desire and trouble. His soapy hands rub the outer lips of my sex, and I’m engulfed with need, but I behave. I don’t rub against his hand. I do close my eyes and moan when his thumbs move to caress the outside of my inner lips. Tiny licks of pleasure warm my belly. It’s never this arousing when I bathe myself. I’m sure I’ve added my own moisture to the shower floor.
Emiliano rises to his full height and grabs the showerhead. He rinses my body allowing the water to do some of his dirty work. It teases my nipples and gives my clit small shocks of pleasure, then it’s over.
“Awake now?” he teases. “How do you feel?”
I look him in the eyes and tell the truth. “Wet. I feel very wet.”
Emiliano’s laugh is smoky and seductive. He grabs my chin and pulls me in for a forehead kiss before he sidesteps me in the shower.
“Of course, you are, sweetheart. You’re in the shower. You’re supposed to be wet.” He reaches for a towel then looks over his shoulder. “Finish up in here; I’ll see you in a bit.” He closes the glass door. I watch through the glass as he disappears into my room.
I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. Either way, I’m getting him back.
Chapter 18
Caris
Emiliano is not in my room when I emerge from the shower ten minutes later. I’d decided to stay and do a little exfoliation and such until my emotions were in check. I’m not upset. I just don’t want to tackle him and demand sex on sight. My body is still on fire, but I’m capable of holding a conversation, if necessary.
I don’t see him immediately; I assume he’s putting his clothes in the dryer. Taking my lotion from the dresser, I decide to moisturize while I wait. I move to the center of my bed and settle on my back since I’m still tired. I feel the air caress my aroused body when I part my robe. I pull one arm out of the robe and lotion it. I return it to the sleeve then work on the other one. I then move to my breasts and torso. It’s not my intention to turn myself on more, but I’m more excited as I go.
I bend my knees and spread my legs. I’m rubbing my inner thighs when he returns. Emiliano stands at the foot of the bed looking at me with my robe open, my nipples taut, and my legs spread. I hold his gaze and continue my ministrations.
“What are you doing?” His voice is laced with arousal.
“Moisturizing,” I answer as I lift one leg into the air. He watches as I lotion my outer thigh and knee. His eyes darken when I bend my leg as if I’m about to put it behind my head to rub my calf, ankle, and foot.
“I can help you with that,” he offers while he rubs himself through the towel wrapped around his waist.
I start on the other leg. “No, thanks. You are banned from assisting me with grooming rituals.”
“What?” he queries with a not-so-innocent smile. His gaze eats up my nudity.
“You know what,” I volley. I roll to my side, close my legs, and tie my robe.
He’s about to protest when his phone pings with a text or email. My eyes follow him, loving the look of his muscles and hard planes of his body as he moves to the side of my bed. His erection tents his towel, and I lick my lips. I would replace my mouth with the towel if he weren’t on oral punishment.
Each tap of his thumbs as he responds makes me hotter as his muscles twitch with the effort. I pick up my phone. I’m three pictures in when he notices. “What are you doing?”
I snap another picture. “Nothing.”
“Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Nope,” I lie as I lock my phone.
“Prove it. Show me your phone,” his demand is sexy.
“Nope.”
Emiliano grabs my leg. I drop my phone on the nightstand before he pulls me to his side of the bed. He moves between my open legs and bends as he pulls me up until we’re eye level.
“You would show me if you had nothing to hide.”
“I have plenty to hide…” My angst filled texts to Cher about him for one. “Just not your pictures.”
“Pictures? As in more than one?”
“Yes,” I admit with a smirk.
He looks down at my body. My robe opened when he dragged me. I suppress a shudder when he opens it further. His fingers trace a path down my chest. Emiliano’s lips are so close to mine I can almost taste them.
“Why are you taking pictures of me?”
“Target practice.”
His laugh lights up his face and weakens my heart. Desire takes over when he plucks a nipple. Emiliano sinks to his knees. “Well, take a picture of this…”
That’s the only warning he gives me before his mouth clamps down on my aroused flesh. Oh, this is worth all the teasing in the shower. I stretch and use my fingertips to beckon my phone. I call up the camera app. I take a short video of Emiliano with his head bowed licking and sucking me with expert precision. I also snap a picture before he sucks my clit into his mouth and short-circuits my brain function.
I moan loud and grind against his mouth. I abandon my phone. I have what I need to fill my smartass quota. I hold on to his hair when he dips his tongue inside of me. My entire body is alive with pleasure. He twists his tongue in a way that makes me quake from head to toe.
“AH!” I huff. “Fucking Spanish proficiency,” I pant. “Rolling all those goddamn Rs and shit.” His chuckle intensifies my pleasure.
So intense. He holds me in place; I cannot back away. I don’t want to, but he’s burning me alive. I whimper when he does the same thing with his tongue before he revisits my clit. He sucks it again then gives it the same attention. My legs shoot up in the air like a scared cat. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take. I quiver deep inside.
It’s incredible how he’s driving me wild with just his mouth. He is only using his fingers to spread me open, yet this is the most intense oral I’ve ever received. My eyes fly open when he sticks his tongue back inside of me. This time, we lock eyes. His are dark and hungry when he swirls his tongue for the last time. I fall apart. My climax overtakes me, but I can’t seem to break our eye contact. There is something intense in his gaze that I cannot decipher or place.
We remain locked with our eyes as he stands, drops his towel, and climbs on top of me. He positions himself at my opening. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Okay,” I concede. “You were right. You know exactly how to please a woman.”
Emiliano grabs my hip with his left hand. I squirm excitedly at the feel of his head nudging my opening. He caresses my cheek with his right hand and slides his thumb over my lips. The same intense look never
leaving his face.
“Caris, I’m only concerned with pleasing you.”
He punctuates the statement by plunging inside of me and successfully stealing my breath and my heart. A lone tear escapes. Each thrust pushes me deeper into my feelings. Even with all the warning signs, I’m still in the same place. My heart wants to love this confusing, sexy man. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop it.
Emiliano
Caris’ ringing phone awakens me while vibrating like someone important is waiting on the other end. I blink at the sunlight attacking my eyes. We must have fallen asleep. It doesn’t matter because the way she’s pressed up against me has me feeling apologetic for waking up Connor. I get it now. My crotch cradles Caris' soft, warm ass.
I hum my satisfaction when her reach for the phone causes light friction. My partner in crime is ahead of me because he’s already hard and poking the cleft of her ass. I band my arm around her body to hold her in place with my palm encasing one of her breasts. I start nipping at her shoulder and back when I feel her nipple pebble under my hand. I’ve only been awake for seconds, and my need for her has returned tenfold.
“Hello?” Her tone is breathy as she tries to keep the arousal out of her voice. I love it. “What’s up Cher?” she tries again.
“Oh, my god!” she says into the phone, but it has nothing to do with me…yet.
I move my hand down her torso and wedge my fingers between her thighs. Taking advantage of the gap I create, I rock my hips forward and mew when my head rubs along her hot, already damp slit. She bucks, but I hold her in place. This is happening.
“I…uh…can’t believe it,” she tries to stay in the conversation. “No. I’m…fine. I’d fallen asleep.”
I rub my hand down her mound, teasing her nub as I go. Caris squirms when I spread her with my hand and slide home from behind. I grunt into her hair. Damn. Taking her bare feels so damn good. The initial contact still has the power to stun me. This is what sex is supposed to be. This is unparalleled to anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Uh! Hold on.” Caris mutes her phone. “Really!” she moans. “I’m on the phone.”
“Hurry up,” I warn, my lips teasing her ear. “I’m not stopping.”
She shudders when I thrust into her again. I squeeze her tit for good measure.
“Ah!” Her groan is somewhere between aroused and flustered as she unmutes her phone. “Sorry. Yeah, we can make that happen. Close the location of his choice and give a ten-dollar gift card to anyone you have to kick out.”
Caris covers her phone and whimpers on my next pump her wetness coats my cock beautifully. Her voice is huskier when she speaks again. “Text me the location, and I’ll be there in an hour.” She disconnects and types something on her phone. I hear my phone’s chime, but I don’t give a fuck. There is nothing more important than what I’m doing right now.
My grinds make her moan unashamed now that she’s free from her cell. I go harder and deeper while teasing her with my fingers. I get her close and retreat my hand.
“No! You big Mexican asshole!”
I’m amused at her ability to start shit even while fucking. Well, since she brought it up…
“On your stomach, mariposa.”
She obeys. I climb on top. My left-hand traps her wrists above her head. My legs wedge between hers, pushing them wide open. My right hand’s fingers replace my dick and are pumping in and out of her while she whimpers and squirms beneath me. I make her cum with my hand in seconds. Her juices coat it just like I want. Caris’ scream drowns out my moan when I shove my dick back inside her tight, spasming hole.
I pound into her a few times and knock her headboard into the wall with each thrust. I start circling my juice-soaked thumb on the aforementioned puckered hole.
“Speaking of assholes,” I begin.
“Emiliano,” she warns. Funny, I was just Tomás.
I add the juices from my middle and forefinger. “Hmm?” My response is innocent as I increase the pace of my pounding.
“You better n- “
Too late. I’ve already stuck the tip of my pinky inside. She clenches. “Relax,” I say with a wiggle of my finger to match my thrust.
“I did not authori-” She grunts when I wiggle my pinky again.
“I think I’ll get you some beads.” I ponder with a lick to her spine. She gasps when my pinky slips in further.
“This is not ok-” She doesn’t finish her protest because another – and judging by the way both holes clench me – more intense orgasm shuts down her body. “What the hell was that?”
My entire body heats up. I’m hotter than I’ve ever been. That was fan-fucking-tastic. The carnal side takes over, and I turn into the barbarian she’s accused me of being.
“That was me owning your pussy.” I slam into her repeatedly, chasing my own release. It’s not far away. Caris is soaked, extra tight, and sexy as fuck. “Say it, Caris. Tell me no one fucks you like I do.”
“Ohmygod!” There it is. I smack her ass for not complying then grip it like I own it. I want to own it so damn bad. I need her to be mine and no one else’s.
“Say it! Now!” I ground out between jerky pumps. I’m about to blow.
“No one can make me feel the way you do!” she yells. Not exactly what I asked, but it fills my heart with hope. I’m floored when she continues. “No one can touch me or fuck me like you.” Even better. “You are the master of orgasms and the king of my pussy.” Well, damn.
My orgasm punches me in my spine and threatens to kill me. I squirt more than I thought possible. I fill her until I spill out. It’s satisfying marking my territory. Yes, I fully consider her mine. Now, I just need to make it a reality. I pull out; she’s sprawled out on her stomach. Caris is lying still; I’m not sure if she’s passed out or in deep thought. I almost feel bad, but I can’t make myself leap all the way to guilt with the kind of sex we just had.
“You confirmed twenty minutes ago that you had somewhere to be in an hour,” I remind her with a pat on her butt.
A grunt is her only response. I chuckle internally. Caris is either worn out or plans on admonishing me for sticking my finger in her ass. I bend to the side her head is facing. Her eyes are closed. I don’t want her to miss her appointment.
“The longer you stay in this bed, the more I’m going to believe you want it again…”
I laugh when she starts to roll out of bed. She stands, her legs wobble, and falls back on the bed. I’ve never achieved that before. It is bad that I want to do a fist pump? She glares at me when my face comes into her view.
“I hate you.” Her words are tired and void of any passion.
I scoop her up and carry her to the shower. I kiss her forehead then place her on the bench. “Get started, and I’ll wash the sheets.”
Chapter 19
Caris
“He did what with his finger?” Cher gushes far too amused. “Girl! He’s freaky freaky!”
My sigh fills the empty cabin of his SUV. Apparently, I am partially right about the allowing evil into my home bit. Now that he’s been allowed inside, Emiliano has yet to leave my side. I’m not complaining complaining – it’s just at the rate he’s going, he’s going to kill me. It would be a glorious death, but still…
Right now, I’m waiting for him in his SUV outside of his house. I refused to go in for multiple reasons. One, I would want to snoop. Two, I have somewhere important to be in twenty minutes. And three, a sista needs a break. I’m starting to think he’s rechargeable. He’s like a gremlin and Freddy Kruger all in one; don’t add water, and don’t go to sleep.
“Hold on. I’m about to send you a picture.” I pull the phone away from my ear and attach one of him in a towel. A best friend must share, after all.
“Whoa. Shit! He’s fine. Girl, I’d be tired, too.”
“I was attacked for taking that picture, by the way.”
“I bet. I’d take so many damn pictures…”
I chuckle low. “You’re a mess
.”
“Did you two officially set your differences aside or is this extended hate sex?”
“Not really. I called a truce when he came over and jumped me in the wee hours. He accepted. We haven’t argued nor buried the hatchet.”
“Maybe you two are on the right track.”
“Maybe it’s the calm before the storm. No, hurricane.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic. This could be the beginning of a great love affair.”
I stare at the front of his house, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal. Having Emiliano love me seems so far beyond anything I’d ever imagined. There are times when I wish he’d just talk to me or look at me without malice. That feels impossible sometimes – Emiliano loving me is too vast of a leap for my brain and heart to consider. I must keep it simple. Mr. Forever Single just likes my body. I love the way he appreciates it, but I must also call a spade a spade.
“Sorry, Kiddo. I only see wild sex until he disappears again. You can’t hate someone for over a decade then fall in love over sex. Especially when he’d vowed to be single forever over unrequited love.”
“Whatever. I don’t believe you two ever hated each other anyway. You two had a case of severe sexual tension, and now that y’all have found the proper outlet, you haven’t argued since.”
“How do you explain the note?”
“Bump that note! It’s something weird about that, I think. Bring it up since you have his undivided attention, then move on.”
I rub a hand on my nervous belly. I’m dying to know why he’d written the things he did, but I’m terrified it will launch us back into a terrible place. I like him. No. I more than like him; I don’t want to argue anymore.
Emiliano appears looking nothing like the wild man who kept blitz attacking me all morning. The feral naked man with wild waves is replaced by a casual business professional with perfectly coifed hair. His khakis and hunter green polo shirt don’t camouflage his wonderful body. Instead, his whole look works together to create one hard to ignore package. Damn.
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