Hector was a good kisser but all the other kisses he’d given me were nothing compared to how it felt to be kissed by him while our bodies were connected and he was moving inside me.
None of them were even close.
Eventually, I found I couldn’t kiss him anymore. I was breathing too hard, my h*ps moving against his, my hands on his skin, my fingernails digging in.
He lifted my legs at the knees and drove in deeper.
It was exquisite.
I shoved my face in his neck as I felt the beautiful anticipatory tightness right before my mouth went to his ear.
“Hector…” I started to say something, I didn’t know what but I didn’t get to finish because, right then it washed over me, fierce, fiery and huge.
Bliss.
When I was done, I opened my eyes slowly, coming down, feeling him still moving inside me, driving deep, grinding hard and I saw he was watching me, his eyes as hot as his skin.
“So… fucking… beautiful,” he whispered.
Then it was my turn to watch.
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After he was finished, I took his whole weight and found I liked him heavy on me, his heat beating into me, his weight pressing me into the bed, his body still connected with mine.
He started to pull away.
My arms tightened around him and my thighs pressed into his hips.
He stilled.
“I’m too heavy,” he said into my neck.
“I like it,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything so I explained, “Your body’s warm, I always feel cold. You make me feel warm and I never felt warm in my life.”
I decided not to share the “snugly, lovely, comfy, safe” part with him.
A second passed then he muttered, “Jesus.”
Well, maybe he read in the “snugly, lovely, comfy, safe” part.
Blooming heck.
More seconds ticked by then his head came up, his fingers slid into the side of my hair and his eyes scanned my face.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
I didn’t share that I did feel okay. In fact, it might be the first time I felt “okay” in my life. In that bed, in that room, in that house with Hector, I felt I was where I was supposed to be.
Where I belonged.
The drowning sensation hit me, the warm water lapping at my body, threatening to cover me and I had the strange desire to pull in my breath… and sink.
Before this could weird me out (and I did anything stupid), he rolled us, we disconnected, he ended up on his back, me on top, our legs tangled. His body bucked and he yanked the bedclothes from under us and whipped them on top.
I lifted my head and one of his hands came to my hair. He pulled out the ponytail holder and my hair fell down around us. He tossed the ponytail holder on the nightstand and his fingers went inside my camisole then stilled at my sides.