“I thought we were going to, um…” I couldn’t finish.
“We were going to. Until I asked you at Tom’s if you were ready to go, your body got rock solid and I knew you weren’t ready. So, we’ll wait.” His arm did a squeeze and his voice got softer. “I’m thinkin’ you need more time to get used to me. I’m okay with that, mamita, take all the time you need.”
Someone, please tell me that he did, actually, just say that.
Again, before I could stop myself, I lifted up, dislodging his arm and twisted toward him. He had the remote in his right hand resting on his abs. I slid it out, found the off button, twisted to the TV and flicked it off. Then I turned toward him again, reached across him and put the remote on the nightstand.
Then I pulled breath in through my nose, put my hand on his chest and looked in his eyes.
They were staring at me with that warm intensity.
I bit my lips, let them go and whispered, “I think I’m pretty used to you.”
I watched the warm intensity in his eyes turn fiery hot and without hesitation he did an ab curl, both of his arms went around me and he twisted, me landing on my back and him landing mostly on me.
His head was up and he was still staring at me.
“You sure?” he asked quietly.
No, I was not sure.
Still, I nodded.
That’s when he kissed me.
The kiss was hot, hard, wet and urgent.
His hands were not. They were on me, over my camisole, non-invasive, light and sweet.
The two put together were nice, my belly unknotted and happy tingles started to slide across my skin.
His mouth broke from mine and slid down to my chin, along my jaw and he touched his tongue to the skin just below my ear.
Then he whispered some stuff to me in Spanish, I didn’t understand any of it except maybe one word, “preciosa” (which could only mean one thing, couldn’t it?).
At his whispering in my ear, his hands still light on me, the tingles graduated to shivers.
I turned my head and tasted the underside of his jaw. I felt his stubble rough against my tongue. I liked that too.
Apparently so did Hector. His mouth came back to mine for another urgent, wet kiss, his hand slid over my bottom and he pulled me to him. I felt he was already hard and I liked that I could make him that way. I liked it enough to tug at his shirt, pull it up, his mouth broke from mine and he arched his back and lifted his arms so I could yank it off and toss it away.
He came back to me immediately, his body heat hitting me, his mouth and tongue all over my neck, throat, chest, everywhere. The tingly shivers graduated to tremors then (shortly thereafter) panting and finally (shortly after that) squirming.
This didn’t feel normal and natural.
This felt extraordinary and supernatural.
His hand came up my midriff, its heat hitting my breast as his fingers curled around and held me. I pressed into his hold and the minute I did his fingers uncurled but his palm stayed where it was then it did slow circles against my nipple through the fabric.
Oh my.
I gasped into his mouth.
“That’s nice,” I breathed against his lips.
I felt him smile against mine.
Then his fingers snagged the edge of my camisole and they pulled it down over my nipple and, all of a sudden, his mouth was there then his tongue was there then he sucked deep.