Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Rosa is wrapped up in me.
Her chest rises in slow, shaken breaths. Her skin glows in the low light. A blissful look on her sleeping face roots me in place.
I haven’t moved. I don’t want to. I can still imagine the sensation of being inside her, every inch of her body slick and gripping and mine. Sex with her has snapped something into place for me. I don’t care if we haven’t known each other long.
We belong together. I would drown in her if she let me.
Now Rosa’s body is limp and gorgeous. I shift slightly, cupping the back of her head so she stays put in my arms. In doing so, she emits a soft sound of contentment.
I’m careful not to wake her, but I can’t stop touching her.
My thumb brushes her temple, the palm of my other hand rests on the slight swell of her belly.
Pressing a kiss into her damp hair, I attempt to steady the drumbeat in my chest. I nearly fucked everything up by forgetting to talk about protection before I thrust inside her body. Once I realized what I’d done, she was too far gone for me to put the brakes on.
She looked at me like she was giving me more than her body. Offering something I didn’t ask for and didn’t know I needed. I wasn’t prepared for the trust she placed in me, despite our complicated romantic pasts.
I didn’t want her to have another disappointment and I’m glad I didn’t stop.
Because, I’ll never forget Rosa’s look of surprise when she came all over my cock after insisting it wasn’t possible. When her eyes fluttered closed and her body locked around mine, it was heaven, even if I staved off my own release.
With the protection conversations behind us, we’re free to explore each other freely. Until last night, it’d been a decade since I was inside a woman unsheathed, let alone allowed myself to come. Well worth the wait for this to happen with Rosa.
These precious moments are now forever seared into my soul and we haven’t even scratched the surface of what her body’s capable of.
“I want to make you come too. Inside me.”
Ahhh, her words.
Rosa’s right. She’s the lock and I plan to be her only key.
Her forever key.
We’ve found each other. I’m surrendering to fate.
She and I are more than instinct and discovery. We’re something elemental. She’s burrowed under my skin, lodged between my ribs, thrumming with every beat of my heart.
The universe didn’t miss; it aimed Rosa straight at me and I’m going to learn her body to draw out orgasms she’s never dreamed of having. From a touch. A whisper. A lick. I’ll relish every shiver, moan, and gasp.
It isn’t about control. It’s devotion, stripped bare and burning. She deserves to know she’s safe now—worshipped.
Her leg shifts slightly and I look down to see a drizzle of my come trickle out of her, thick and intimate.
I’m instantly hard again. I press a kiss into her shoulder. She stirs, eyes half-lidded, but now awake.
“Hey, beautiful. Are you okay?” I squeeze her tighter to me.
She nods, breath catching. “Better than okay.”
I brush her hair from her face and rest my palm over her heart. “Can I ask you something?”
She tilts her head, curious.
“I know it’s been a while for you.” I kiss her temple. “Since someone touched you like this. Loved you like this.”
Her gaze doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t look away.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex.
” Her eyes meet mine, steady, vulnerable.
“The thing is, when you said it felt like the first time, I realized we’ve had very different sexual history.
I didn’t know my body was capable of reacting like this.
I had no idea I could experience this much pleasure.
You’ve shown me what it can be if you’re with the right person.
No one’s ever touched me like you. Loved me like you.
As far as I’m concerned, tonight was my first time. ”
Her words knock the wind out of me. I’m a lucky man. Someone should have seen her. Showed up for her. Rosa’s given me this opportunity and I’m not going to waste it.
I slide my palm down the curve of her belly to her clit.
Her voice is almost teasing. “Again?”
“Not for me. For you.”
Her brows lift, but I see it in her eyes. A flicker of surprise. The quiet war she’s still fighting, even after everything we just shared.
“I’m not finished with you, Rosa.” I drag my finger through her slit. “Not until you know your body is made for decadence. Not until you stop second-guessing how desirable you are.”
Her lips part. “Santi—”
I lean in, kiss her slowly. “Let me worship every part of you. Free your mind of inhibitions. I’ll show you we haven’t even scratched the surface.”
She breathes out, shaky but sure. “Yes. Okay.”
I move down the bed and gently nudge her thighs apart. Rosa opens for me again, hesitating then unflinching. Even at her most vulnerable, she’s powerful.
Fuck me. She’s flushed from earlier and glistening—our combined release mixed with her renewed arousal. I love seeing her filled and undone and alive.
I lower my head, cover her pussy with my mouth and taste her like I’m starving. She gasps, hips arching, hands flying to the sheets.
Her clit is over-sensitive, quivering, so I take my time. I want to learn her every reaction. Every shift in breath. Every subtle quake.
I don’t let her hide. I kiss and lick and hum into her until she moans out loud, voice ragged, raw, real. When she comes, it’s with an unbridled, keening moan, breaking everything open in the air around us.
Encouraged, I drink her, slow and deep, pushing my tongue into her like I’m trying to memorize the taste of her surrender.
Of us. Her core tightens and seizes as I double and triple down.
My tongue circles her clit, then softly sucks on it, coaxing another climax from her like pulling flame from coal.
Using my thumbs, I spread her wide open and drag my tongue through her most secret folds, sucking on her outer and then inner lips before focusing on her sensitive little nub again.
She yelps, hands tangled in the sheets. “Santiago—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” I kiss the tender skin above her wisp of dark pubic hair. “I promise.”
Resuming my feast, I let my fingers join my mouth. One, then two. Slow and smooth, curving until I locate the spongy spot in her channel. I watch her eyes flutter, mouth slack, pleasure blooming across her face.
I hold her there, steady. Present. Relentless.
Rosa’s next orgasm hits her like a typhoon. She sobs and punches the bed with her fists, hips jackknifing off the bed. Her cries sound possessed.
I move up her body and kiss her parted lips. “Do you want more?” I guide my cock to her entrance.
She nods, a soundless, aching yes.
I slide back inside her and everything else falls away.
We don’t speak.
We don’t rush.
We move in a rhythm our bodies already seem to know.
When I come, it’s with a fierce stillness, buried so deep in I forget where I end and she begins.