Masters at Arms by Kallypso Masters

down onto the towel and his jacket, he
kissed her lips again, his hand skimming lightly along her abdomen
as he sought the downy curls between her thighs. His finger stroked
between her outer lips and she opened her legs for him. Wet. Her
pussy was so fucking wet.
    Pulling away, he looked down at her.
    “I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I need to be inside
you.”
    She smiled and nodded, reaching down to grab
his dick through the denim.
    He pulled away. “If you touch me like that,
I’m not going to last until I get inside you.” He quirked the
corner of his mouth and shrugged. She released him and smiled.
    “Open for me, querida .”
    When she spread her wings wide for him, like
the beautiful mariposa she was, he felt pride surge in his
chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. How had something
so delicate, so perfect, flitted into his life?
    Knowing this moment would be fleeting, in
more ways than one, he decided to create enough memories to last a
lifetime. He changed his next course of action.
    * * *
    Savannah’s clit throbbed. Please, touch me
again . She’d never asked a man for what she wanted and couldn’t
start now. She should have helped him take off his jeans, but had
been so lost in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her body,
all functional thoughts had left her brain.
    Expecting him to take them off himself now,
she was taken aback when his head bent toward her pussy. She tried
to close her legs, then gasped at the friction of the bandages
against her raw skin.
    He leaned back and looked up at her. “Did I
hurt you?”
    She shook her head. It wasn’t his fault.
Still, he mustn’t look at her there. She felt heat rise in her
face. Shame. But he continued to hold her legs open wide.
Waiting.
    “Please, let me taste you.”
    Savannah felt her face grow hotter. He was
begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It
was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head
and watched as he smiled, then lowered himself to her again. When
his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded.
Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.
    “Ohh!”
    Empowered, he took his finger and wet it
against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one
strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, Lord, yes!” The combination of his
tongue and finger were delicious. Then another finger joined the
first and he moved them in a “come here” motion that was her
undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could
fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse.
No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference, she was
discovering.
    She couldn’t hold back. When would he enter
her? Then his lips were gone and she felt his eyes on her as his
fingers began to plunge in and out of her. “Explode for me, bebé . Don’t hold anything back.”
    His tongue returned to draw gentle circles
against her clit and she came undone. Her screams of ecstasy
crashed against the walls of the cave as wave after wave of
pleasure rolled over her. She held his head to her, pulling fists
full of his hair free of his queue, not wanting the moment to end
for anything. But it did. Tears spilled from her eyes. The intense
beauty of the orgasm left her feeling fragile. Wanting more.
    Feeling lost.
    Then Damián stood and removed his jeans. She
watched his penis spring loose, large and erect. Oh, Lord. He’d
never fit inside her.
    Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed
his body down against her chest. Smothered. She couldn’t breathe.
“No!” She pushed him off her chest, gasping to fill her lungs.
    Breathe, Savi. He doesn’t want to hurt
you.
    She opened her eyes. Damián looked down at
her and brushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong, querida ?”
    Oh, God. She didn’t want him to stop. And she
didn’t want to explain why she couldn’t have him on top of her. “I
need to see your face when you make love with me.”
    He smiled and propped