inside of me. He gives in and lies back on the bed, allowing me to take off his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and unzip the denim. After he slips off his boots, he arches his hips as I pull his pants and underwear off. My eyes bulge when I get a close look at his erection. I had been so drunk last night, but after only half a beer tonight, I can appreciate its fullness. I tentatively reach out and grasp it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. He groans as I brush my fingers across the wet tip, rubbing the essence down his silken shaft.
He jerks and rears up, his eyes dark, thunderous. “Stop, or I’ll explode.”
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me as he flips me onto my back and starts undressing me. He’s not as gentle as I was, and I think he tears the fabric of my shirt, but I don’t care at this point.
Once my jeans are off, I spread my legs wide, wanting him to fill me. He’s smothering my breasts with kisses, lavishing each nipple with his tongue. His lips trail down my abdomen and, then, without warning, his tongue is spearing deep inside me while he strokes the swollen pearl of my cleft.
I scream and arch my back, but he grasps my hips and latches on with his mouth, probing deeply inside me. He pulls back only to gently suckle my cleft, swirling his tongue across my achingly tender bud with long, languid strokes, before diving back into me with jarring thrusts.
“Stop!” I beg.
But he’s not listening, and there’s no way I can stop this powerful orgasm from overwhelming me. I scream to the ceiling as the first wave takes me. Damn the boy! He keeps tonguing me and rubbing his finger across my throbbing bud. Another wave, and another, and I am powerless to do anything but ride out this storm of pleasure.
By the time Andrés lifts his head, my cleft is so swollen and tender, I wince after he slips on that condom and slides inside me.
My legs feel like jelly as he lifts each ankle over his shoulders. He slides in deeper, until he reaches that tender, pulsating point at the end of my womb. Despite the dark storm clouds brewing behind his eyes, Andrés smiles down at me, as he times each thrust, battering me with painful ecstasy. It doesn’t take him long to build up my need, and I’m crying out his name again, begging him to stop, begging him to go on.
The climax that rocks my core grips my entire body. I’m vaguely aware of Andrés grunting and then pulsating inside me. He hovers over me for a long moment before collapsing beside me. I’m nestled in his warm embrace, and he’s whispering something in Spanish into my ear while kissing my neck.
I close my eyes and bask in the glow of the best lovemaking of my life. I’ve never felt so happy. Never felt so loved. I’m thinking this man is incredible, and I want him, all of him, every day and every night. Screw the consequences.
* * *
“Hey, Tio.” Andrés has no idea what compels him to call his uncle. Maybe he just feels like he needs to hear the older man’s steady and comforting voice while he waits for Christina to get out of the shower. Andrés still can’t believe, after dodging bullets and land mines for four years, he’s nervous waiting on a girl. “I called home and Auntie said you were at work.”
“At the body shop.” Tio sounds exhausted. “Gotta interview new artists, mijo. You coming to dinner tonight?”
Ever since he got back, Andrés has spent every Sunday out at the ranch with his family. That is another reason he’s called his Tio. If things go well with Christina, he won’t be able to make it to the ranch today. No, he’ll be spending another amazing night with Christina in his arms. For two consecutive nights he’s not had a single nightmare. She has to be an angel, a gift from heaven. Andrés only hopes he is worthy enough to hold on to his heavenly beauty.
“I don’t know,” he says, trying not to sound too hopeful. “I might be busy.” That is, if she doesn’t run out on him again.
“Is
He jerks and rears up, his eyes dark, thunderous. “Stop, or I’ll explode.”
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me as he flips me onto my back and starts undressing me. He’s not as gentle as I was, and I think he tears the fabric of my shirt, but I don’t care at this point.
Once my jeans are off, I spread my legs wide, wanting him to fill me. He’s smothering my breasts with kisses, lavishing each nipple with his tongue. His lips trail down my abdomen and, then, without warning, his tongue is spearing deep inside me while he strokes the swollen pearl of my cleft.
I scream and arch my back, but he grasps my hips and latches on with his mouth, probing deeply inside me. He pulls back only to gently suckle my cleft, swirling his tongue across my achingly tender bud with long, languid strokes, before diving back into me with jarring thrusts.
“Stop!” I beg.
But he’s not listening, and there’s no way I can stop this powerful orgasm from overwhelming me. I scream to the ceiling as the first wave takes me. Damn the boy! He keeps tonguing me and rubbing his finger across my throbbing bud. Another wave, and another, and I am powerless to do anything but ride out this storm of pleasure.
By the time Andrés lifts his head, my cleft is so swollen and tender, I wince after he slips on that condom and slides inside me.
My legs feel like jelly as he lifts each ankle over his shoulders. He slides in deeper, until he reaches that tender, pulsating point at the end of my womb. Despite the dark storm clouds brewing behind his eyes, Andrés smiles down at me, as he times each thrust, battering me with painful ecstasy. It doesn’t take him long to build up my need, and I’m crying out his name again, begging him to stop, begging him to go on.
The climax that rocks my core grips my entire body. I’m vaguely aware of Andrés grunting and then pulsating inside me. He hovers over me for a long moment before collapsing beside me. I’m nestled in his warm embrace, and he’s whispering something in Spanish into my ear while kissing my neck.
I close my eyes and bask in the glow of the best lovemaking of my life. I’ve never felt so happy. Never felt so loved. I’m thinking this man is incredible, and I want him, all of him, every day and every night. Screw the consequences.
* * *
“Hey, Tio.” Andrés has no idea what compels him to call his uncle. Maybe he just feels like he needs to hear the older man’s steady and comforting voice while he waits for Christina to get out of the shower. Andrés still can’t believe, after dodging bullets and land mines for four years, he’s nervous waiting on a girl. “I called home and Auntie said you were at work.”
“At the body shop.” Tio sounds exhausted. “Gotta interview new artists, mijo. You coming to dinner tonight?”
Ever since he got back, Andrés has spent every Sunday out at the ranch with his family. That is another reason he’s called his Tio. If things go well with Christina, he won’t be able to make it to the ranch today. No, he’ll be spending another amazing night with Christina in his arms. For two consecutive nights he’s not had a single nightmare. She has to be an angel, a gift from heaven. Andrés only hopes he is worthy enough to hold on to his heavenly beauty.
“I don’t know,” he says, trying not to sound too hopeful. “I might be busy.” That is, if she doesn’t run out on him again.
“Is
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