Then down further, tracing his abdominal muscles with my lips, all the while my hand was wrapped around him, stroking until, finally, I went down even further.
When I did, I heard his groan and his fingers slid in my hair, pulling it back. While I worked him, my gaze drifted up his chest. I saw him watching me, eyes blazing, a thrill shot through me and I felt the wetness immediately gather between my legs.
He allowed this for awhile then pulled me up so I was on my belly at his side. Before I could turn, he did an ab curl and all of a sudden, he was over me, between my legs, lifting my h*ps so I was on my knees, he positioned me and then drove inside.
My head flew back, I came up to my hands then lifted my torso, reaching out to grab the headboard as he pounded into me. One of his hands went to cup my breast, finger and thumb doing an amazingly effective nipple roll. His other hand went between my legs, finger honing in on the target. His torso was bent to mine, his face was in my neck, I turned my head to him.
“I love,” I panted, too turned on by what we were doing to think about my words, “being connected to you.”
As an answer, he drove in deep and stayed there, grinding hard, his finger between my legs creating magic.
My head went back again, colliding with his shoulder as the glorious tightness gathered, intensified and exploded. It was so immense, it took me out of time, out of my world, into the world of a real Hector and Sadie, together, connected and everything about them very, very right.
* * * * *
After he finished, he gently pulled out, fell to his back, positioning me on top of him. One of his arms wrapped lightly around my waist, the fingers of his other hand traced mindless patterns on my bottom. My face was in his neck.
“Take hold of life and live it beautiful like she wanted you to do.” Duke’s words sounded in my brain.
“They’re gone,” I whispered.
His arm at my waist tightened, his other hand stopped moving and cupped my behind.
“Sorry?” he asked, his voice rough, probably from what just happened and I felt that roughness somewhere happy and deep.
“My Sadies,” I explained quietly, embarrassed and unsure, I kept my face in his neck and, taking a deep breath, I powered on. “See, like I told you, to get through, I needed the Ice Princess. But these last few weeks, trying to find my way, I created more of them, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, Nice Sadie… I tried to find them last night to help me but they’re gone.”
He gave me a squeeze and ordered softly, “Look at me.”
I didn’t want to. No, I really didn’t want to. So I didn’t.
“I don’t think I can,” I told him. “You probably think I’m crazy.”
He gave me another squeeze, waiting a moment and then he spoke.
“Mamita, they’re not gone. They’ve always been there, you just discovered them. They’re who you are.”
His words surprised me, mainly because they made sense and I lifted my head to look at him.
“Do you think so?” I asked.
He rolled us so he was mostly on top and his eyes scanned my face.
“Yeah,” he answered. “You’re the most complicated woman I’ve ever met.”
My brows drew together in confusion.
“Is that good?”
He grinned and his eyes went warm.
“Fuck yeah,” he told me through his grin. “Gotta tell you, mi cielo, you missed a few.”
This time, my brows went up.
“I did?”
His mouth touched mine but his eyes stayed open, staring at me. Then his head moved away an inch.