Spilling himself inside her, his body shook from the waves of pure pleasure racing through his body. Moments later, completely sated, he wrapped his arms around the amazing woman now still on top of him.
He stroked her hair and told her again how beautiful she was. Silently, he wished for so many things he couldn’t have. If only he could ask her name and tell her his. If only he could get to know her beyond this one night.
But he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. Instead, he would have to be satisfied with holding her and making love to her now. He could only hope she didn’t want sleep because this night had to last a lifetime.
Rolling her to her side, he pulled her close against his shoulder. She started to move. “I need to clean up.”
He kissed her forehead. “Don’t move. I’ll get you a towel.”
She stared at him, eyes wide, and then nodded. He returned only seconds later and pressed the small hand towel between her legs. He stretched out beside her again and pulled her into his arms.
Crazy as it seemed, he already wanted her again. “Rest a few minutes,” he told her, willing himself to contain his desire.
She laughed and looked up at him. “Only a few minutes?”
He smiled. “I see you have never experienced the desire of a Latino man.”
“I must admit,” she said, resting her chin on his chest, “you are the first.”
“You are pleased with the experience?” He already knew the answer, but he couldn’t resist asking. “Yes?”
She shifted and snuggled under his arm. “Yes.” The word was like a sigh of satisfaction. “I am quite pleased.”
His fingers found her hair, sinking into it, and enjoying the feel of the silky strands. “And I have only just begun, mi Hermosa.”
Jessica’s hand lay on top of the muscular chest of her Latin lover.
She inhaled the sexy, male scent he wore, feeling the first hint of newly forming arousal. Amazing. She sure wasn’t feeling sexless and boring.
Not one bit.
This man, whose name she didn’t even know, had helped her discover a new, sensual side of herself she wanted to explore. Her fingers curled in the dark hair on his chest, her hand itching to explore.
And why shouldn’t she?
This was a once in a lifetime experience. She’d never see him again. The only consequence she would have to live with would be regret if she didn’t take advantage of the time she had with this.
With that thought in mind, her decision was made. Her hand slowly began exploring his chest. She felt a tiny warmth begin to build inside as the muscles under her palm flexed.
He was awake.
Her head tilted and she found his skin with her mouth. Lips pressing against his chest as her tongue darted out to taste him. His hand slid down the back of her hair, a tender, sexy caress that spurred her into action with the approval it offered.
Hungrily, her tongue, lips and teeth explored, lingering at his dark, flat nipples and pulling a moan from his mouth.
She smiled inwardly, loving the ability to arouse this man. Sliding her body closer his, her breasts pressed against his side, she kissed her way up his chest to his neck.
His hands inched into her hair as he urged her mouth to his. She met his tongue with her own, needing the connection, loving his flavor. Enjoying the tantalizing way he used that tongue of his to seduce.
But this was her seduction, as much as she enjoyed his. It was her turn to take control, and she wanted it. For far too long, she had played the submissive in her personal life.
Not now. Not here. Not with this man.
Her hand slid down his stomach and flat, taut abdominals rippled beneath her touch.
Seeking…She found exactly what she was looking for. He was hard and ready for her. But she wanted to play a while. No rushing. Briefly, purposely, she ran her hand along his erection.
Teasing.
His body jerked at the touch, and he made a sound, much like a growl, deep and aroused. Just like his body.
“I want you,” she said against his mouth, being bold about her desire, even verbally. Something she normally didn’t do.
He nipped at her bottom lip, breathing with her, as one of his hands pulled her tighter against his body. She nipped back, and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, imitating his action.
His head lifted slightly as he tried to claim her mouth, but she resisted, feeling empowered. This was a new her, a stronger, bolder, spicier woman.
Her hand flattened on his chest as she sat up, giving him a full view of naked breasts. His eyes dropped, heated. Body reacting to his stare, her nipples puckered, eager for his touch.
For a split second, she felt nervous, but this was a little fantasy. One she had the pleasure of living rather than dreaming. One where she was sexy, confident and free to explore her sexual side.
“Hermosos. Los quiero tocar.” His voice was low, and laced with arousal.
She wasn’t sure what he said, but the way he said it was sexy as hell. It made her whole body heat.
Then in English, he said, “I want to touch.”
A slow smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Not yet.” He had made her wait earlier.
Five
Her stranger reached for her, and Jessica moved, maneuvering so that she was between his legs. Leaning up on his elbows, he looked at her, surprise and a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Or maybe it was anticipation.
She reached forward, eyes dropping to the focus of her attention, as her hand circled his cock. For long moments, she stared at her hand as it held his body. It felt liberating and sexy to feel him throbbing in her palm.
Her gaze lifted to his, wanting to see his reactions, his passion. And it was indeed there for her viewing. His eyes held his desire like a frame would a picture, displaying it for her viewing.
She loved this. Watching him watch her. Wanting to see his reaction. She kept eye contact as she lowered her mouth. Her tongue dashed out, touching the tip of his erection. He moaned, and she felt a rush of empowerment.
Gently, she circled the tip with her tongue and then took it into her mouth. He flattened onto his back, his body taut with the tension of pleasure.
Teasing him, she held her mouth there, tongue swirling in a seductive little dance. Amazingly, she felt incredibly turned on by the act. With her ex, she had hated sex in general. Pleasuring him in this way had been a chore.
With this man, she wanted to linger. She wanted to make him feel pleasure under her ministrations. Slowly, she began sliding back down his body. Desire played on her nerve endings as his fingers settled in her hair. It made her tongue explore, even as she began sliding up and down his length.
Her hand tightened around him, her tongue licking and teasing. As she increased the speed and pressure of her mouth, he lifted his hips, and he moved with her. She reveled at her success, loving the way his body responded, clearly eager for more of what she offered.
What she so wanted to give.
Low moans came from his mouth, feeding her own actions, making her taste him with deeper strokes. But she also wanted to come with him inside her. Greedy though it might be, she didn’t want him to come and have this be over.
In one long stroke, she slid down his length and released him from her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the tip, circling it one last time.
She pulled herself upright, balancing on her knees, wanting a good look at his gorgeous body. He put one arm behind his head, looking at her, eyes dark with passion. For long moments, he allowed her to look her fill, and she did so with hungry eyes. As much as she yearned for him to be inside her, she also loved looking at him. What if it was her only chance?
He was nothing short of a work of art, broad chest, with a narrow waist that tapered to rippling, deliciously defined abdominals. Her hands ran the length of his strong thighs, feeling them flex beneath her touch.