Now he was going to take her. That thrilled her to her soul, delighted her, excited her, telling her without words that he was in this, willing to risk anything to be with her, but, oh, was he furious that he’d been pushed to his point. That didn’t thrill her.
His nostrils were flaring with the force of his breathing as he backed her into the cool tile. Golden eyes glittered with menace, making his harsh features predator-rough. So beautiful, her Hector. Bronzed skin, dark little ni**les, a washboard stomach. Those tattooed arms, so deadly and strong. A huge cock, pointed straight at her, pre-come already seeping from the tip. His testicles were drawn up tight, his legs thick and corded.
Any thoughts of denying him drained. Despite his fury, he was taking a chance. Did she fear his arms? Yes. Already intense heat wafted from him. Would he end all association if he accidentally harmed her? Yes. But whatever happened, she would deal. They’d been building to this moment for a year. Finally, she would have him. All of him.
“Say you want me, damn it,” he snarled.
Arousal slid down her spine and pooled between her legs. This forceful side of him electrified her. “I want you, damn it.”
His pupils expanded, the air around him becoming charged. “I’ll keep my hands behind my back. You will not forget where they are and reach around me. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Now kiss me, Hector, please.” She cupped his cheeks, drawing his lips to hers, but he’d already been headed in that direction.
Their mouths slammed together with a desire so potent, she could only groan in surrender. He kissed her as if he was dying, and only she held the cure. His tongue thrust against hers, rolled, then thrust again.
Mindful of his shoulders, she tangled her hands in his hair, loving the silky texture. The water continued to fall, crashing into the porcelain and creating a sultry background music.
With a groan, Hector jerked from the kiss. Panting, he peered around the stall. When he spotted the large bench at the other end, stretching from one side to the other, he backtracked and sat down, his arms still locked behind him. That luscious blue glow rose from them, as seemingly delicate as angel wings. Dimly she noted that the water hadn’t cooled him down in the slightest.
His expression was one of pain and pleasure, and she knew he balanced at the razor’s edge of each. His erection stretched between his legs, long and thick and wide. “Come here.”
Her legs nearly buckled as she obeyed.
“Straddle me, knees at my hips.”
“Yes.” Again she obeyed. His rock-solid length rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned at the pleasure.
“Don’t put me inside you yet.”
A whimper. “Hector.”
“Birth control?” he gritted out.
“I’m clean. Can’t get pregnant. Annual injection.”
He absorbed her spout of information and nodded. “I want to suck your ni**les now. Let me have them.”
“Yes.” Putting her weight on her knees, she lifted until one of her ni**les was poised at his mouth. Like a ravenous beast, he feasted on the tiny pink bud. The moment of contact, she cried out. Such an exquisite sensation, the heat of him decadent.
He sucked and he bit and then he licked away the sting, his mouth growing hotter by the second and all the more arousing because of that. With him, she felt. His intensity, his warmth, they were so all-consuming her long dead nerve endings woke up and took notice.
“Other one,” she gasped out, kneading the plump flesh so desperate for his attention. “Please.”
A popping sound echoed as he released the nipple and switched his focus to the other, laving and nibbling. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and stroked.
He released a hoarse, broken moan, his breath coming harder, faster. “Don’t. Baby, don’t. Let go.”
Baby rather than sweetheart, a prayer rather than a curse. He’d done that once before, when their hormones were getting the better of them. Love that. Made this particular term more than special. Made it sexual. “But I want—”
“I’ll blow, and I want to be inside you when that happens.”
His first time, she remembered. As if she could ever forget. This proud, beautiful man was a virgin, and he was gifting that virginity to her. Reluctantly she pried her fingers loose. She couldn’t help but trace a fingertip up the shaft, then swirl around the slit, capturing his taste and bringing it to her mouth, sucking as she would a favorite lollipop.
Her eyes closed and she gave another moan. “So good.”
A growl. “You are going to be the death of me.”
I want to be the life of you, she thought, astounding herself. She wanted more than a sexual relationship with him. She wanted everything he had to give. Now … and for a long time to come.
“Finger yourself, baby. Pretend its me doing you right.”
Her eyelids cracked open to half-mast, and she watched his face as she glided her finger between her br**sts, down her stomach, stopping to dabble at her navel, then swirl at her pubic bone.
“Now,” he commanded on a rough, ragged breath.
His eyes were fever bright, his cheeks flushed. His lips were swollen, red from sucking her so forcefully. Knowing he was tortured, she at last slid a finger deep inside herself. Warm wet walls closed around her, and she arched her back to go even deeper.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck yes. That’s the way.”
That azure glow intensified, but she was too lost in the pleasure to care. In and out, in and out, the palm of her hand rubbing at her clit.
“Add another finger.”
She added a second, stretching herself.
“God, baby. You’re so beautiful. Nipples puffed up and pink, belly quivering with desire. I want to be in you so bad.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Need to see you come first. Add another finger.”
The third was a tight fit, but she did it, grinding down on herself. The air surrounding her was slick with moisture, a caress against her skin. Up, down, in and out, the pressure building. Her ni**les rasped against his chest in that way she adored, the friction cranking her higher … higher …
Higher still …
Until she erupted, crying out with the force of her release. Her inner walls clutched at her fingers, but she kept pumping, riding the waves crashing through her. And yet, even with the climax, she wasn’t quite satisfied. Her arousal remained, a sickness in her blood, driving her, making her ache.
“Goddamn, you’re hot.”