“Please tel me you’re on the pil ,” he muttered in my ear.
I suffered terrible cramps and hemorrhaging during my periods, I’d been on the pil since I was seventeen to control it.
Of course, I didn’t tel him this.
“I’m on the pil ,” I said.
Immediately, he slid inside me.
His mouth had moved and was against mine and, the minute he moved inside me, mine opened in a silent groan.
He was big, he fil ed me deep and it felt beautiful.
He moved, not slow, not gentle, not leading into anything and not messing around.
It was fast, it was hard and it was rough.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms under his pits, hands holding onto his shoulders. I just managed to whisper the word “harder” into his ear before it overwhelmed me and I came.
Not quiet, not delicate, but a ful -on, neck arching, limbs tensing, “ohmigod-ohmigod” moaning orgasm.
* * * * *
“Now you can tel me what you have to say,” Eddie said. It was well after, heart rates and breathing had slowed and we were front-to-front. Eddie had hooked my knee around his hip and tucked my face in his throat.
Normal y, I would have been in a freak out both at being na**d next to a na**d Eddie after just ha**ng s*x and him cal ing me on my earlier lie. But I’d come too hard, his solid body felt too good, he smel ed great and I was just too tired of worrying about it al .
“I forget,” I lied.
He was stroking a hand along my spine and he stopped, lifted his head and, in my ear, he whispered, “Mi pequeña mentirosa.”
My head came up and nearly hit his. I pul ed out The Glare, which was getting a lot of use that day, and snapped,
“I’m not a liar.”
He grinned at me, eyes warm and satisfied and looking at them made my bel y feel funnier than ever, but in a good way.
“Yes you are,” he said, cupping the back of my head and pressing it into his throat again. “You have no idea what you pressing it into his throat again. “You have no idea what you want to say.”
“Do too,” I grumbled against his throat.
“Then say it.”
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
“Wel …” I drew the word out long until I felt his body shake and I had the feeling he was laughing.
My head came back up.
“Are you laughing?”
He wasn’t only laughing, he was smiling, white teeth, dark skin, dimple and al .
“Chiquita, you’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable,” I snapped.