20. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
O ne of the best things about kissing, especially about kissing Ramiro, was the inability to think. Summer was all feeling. Her legs were tight around him, her chest was snug against his, and her hands gripped his hair in a way that must have hurt, but she couldn’t stop.
Everything was so good—the way he tasted, like mint and warmth and him, the way his tongue returned her strokes, sending sensation everywhere they touched. She let out little hums of need. Her own sounds were driving her crazy, but she craved his. She wanted to make him as crazed as she was.
For the first time, she really thought that was possible.
Her hands tugged on his hair to tilt his head so she could seal her mouth against his at the perfect angle. They shared the same breath. Maybe, once he was inside her, it’d finally feel like they shared the same body as well .
He finished moving to the bed and sat on the edge with her in his lap. His hands left her ass, and she whimpered in protest. The way he cupped her head was nice, but it was gentle.
Worry filtered into her mind, replacing her instinct for more. If he was being gentle with her, did that mean he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him? Was he doing her a favor again, letting her use his body even though that wasn’t what he wanted?
His hands shifted her head, and the new angle deepened their kiss. Sensation speared through her like an arrow, making her whine a little. His lips were magic. His tongue was a miracle. And his hands…
They were still in her hair. Shadowy swirls shifted in her memory, revealing a sharp tug on her hair that poured ice over her body.
She lifted her head, staring into Ramiro’s warm, brown eyes to ground herself. She’d recognize his eyes anywhere. His scent as well, that citrusy vanilla spice that she craved.
She was with Ramiro. Nothing could hurt her when she was in his arms.
“Okay, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a husky puff of breath against her lips. She’d done that. She’d made him breathless from kisses.
She grabbed his hands. He gave in to her easily, letting her draw them down her sides and around to her ass. “Put them here again.”
His hands were so big. On her ass, they were no longer gentle. No, they gripped her tightly, owning her.
She liked the idea of him owning her body.
Her legs loosened, and she pressed her knees to either side of his hips before wrapping her arms tight around his neck again. “More,” she begged, kissing him.
Like always, Ramiro gave her what she asked for—more of those long, drugging kisses, more strokes of his tongue, just more, making everything but her desire for him fade away.
She tried to writhe against his chest, needing relief for the tight buds her nipples had become. No shirt covered his chest; he’d been shirtless every night. She loved how masculine he looked. His chest was solid and thick and hairy. She wanted to feel that hair against her.
She had to release him in order to pull her pajama top off, and their lips clung before they separated. She didn’t care where her shirt went; all she cared about was capturing his lips with hers again the second it was off. This kiss included delicious friction against her nipples with every shift against his naked, hairy chest.
Ramiro broke their kiss to her moan of protest, but then his lips dove down to her neck, to the opposite side from the hickey he’d left before. His mouth felt as good as last time. He sucked hard right where her shoulder met her neck, his hands shifting up to her back, encouraging her to rub and writhe.
Her hips descended, gliding her torso down his, and suddenly his hard erection pressed right between her spread legs .
She rocked against it, proving to herself it was real. Here was proof that this wasn’t all one-sided. Ramiro had an erection. He wanted her, too.
The thought sent fire through her veins. Her body was no longer her own. All it became was need, and she lifted and lowered on all that hard heat between her legs, each movement causing his chest hair to tease her sensitive nipples even more.
His hands on her back helped her move. The next press of his hardness sent a bright spark of sensation into her body. Ramiro knew how to move her body against him, even if she didn’t. He knew just what to do, but he was also still latched on to her neck, muffling his harsh, desperate sound against her skin.
She’d caused him to make that sound, and it was all too much. Her head fell back as her hips shoved down, hitting right where she needed for the orgasm to take her.
He held her tight against his lap as she writhed and quaked and spun out of control, and a whimper escaped that sounded different from before. She was scared. The feelings rocketing through her were going to tear her apart.
The pressure at her neck eased. “That’s it, baby girl,” Ramiro murmured against her throat. “You’re coming so good for me. So gorgeous. You’re a miracle. My miracle.”
She was okay. Ramiro had her. Ramiro was proud of her.
The pulsing between her legs slowed. She panted and tried to rock against him again, but it was different this time. It didn’t solve the craving. She felt empty inside .
Summer started to scramble off his lap. After a quick tensing to hold her still, Ramiro let her go so she could. Her legs felt rubbery as she stood there, staring at the feast before her.
Ramiro was too tempting for words. His hands had moved behind him on the bed to brace himself. His chest looked even wider that way. The sight made her breasts ache, and her hands covered them, the tight nipples poking into her own palms.
“See something you like?” Ramiro asked. His hooded, dark eyes switched from her hidden breasts back to her face.
She let her eyes lower to his lap. The silky sleep pants he’d been wearing to bed every night were tented, outlining the erection that had felt so good pressed against her.
She let out a noise that sounded like a squeak, but the way his erection bobbed in reaction made her not embarrassed by it at all.
“I want you inside me.” She watched his body react again as his jaw clenched. She dropped to her knees, her fingers finding the waistband of his pants and tugging them down. His erection was freed, long and hard and doing more than just peeking out like she’d seen before. He looked like the others she’d seen, the head of his erection round, with a drop of moisture escaping the slit.
His penis was near her face from her position, and another memory rose, trying to take over. Would he want to put it in her mouth like Derek had? Nausea churned in her stomach as she remembered how helpless she had felt that night. The musky scent was similar, though this time Ramiro’s spicy scent mixed in with the musk.
She’d already orgasmed once. She should want to put her mouth on him. He’d like it, wouldn’t he?
The thought of his penis in her mouth made her saliva grow too warm. If she tried, she was going to be sick.
“Take them all the way off,” Ramiro said, breaking through her panic.
Obeying the order was instinct. Pulling the pants down his legs and off took her gaze away from his penis. She let out a shuddering breath.
Ramiro’s hands gripped her elbows, lifting her up and onto his lap again with her pajama shorts still on. “Are you okay, baby girl? We can stop.” His hands shifted to brush her hair off her face before returning to her arms, caressing in soft strokes. “You can always stop with me. I only want to do anything you want to do.”
Her hand pressed flat against his chest, over his heart, feeling the way it thudded as his hair tickled her palm. “I want you,” she said. She wanted him inside her, but she also wanted his heart. He’d said it belonged to her, and the idea that he was telling the truth sent a throb between her legs.
Ramiro’s hands cupped her face, lifting it so he could search her eyes. What he saw there had his jaw unclenching. “There you are,” he murmured. “If you still want this, take those shorts off. ”
She lifted up to her knees so she could drag them down with her underwear. The air that swirled between her legs made her more aware of the dampness there. Ramiro helped her to lift one knee, then the other, and then she was as naked as he was.
She lowered, feeling him hard and hot between her legs, hotter than before now that there were no clothes between them.
He let out a thick moan as she brushed against him, his eyes hooded again. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me. Touch your sexy slit. Describe how wet it is.”
Heat filled her cheeks as his eyes glided down her body. She rose a little, an unhappy sound slipping out as she lost the heat of him.
“You’ll get my cock back. Don’t you worry about that. Let’s just make sure you’re as needy as I am.” His hands slid down her back until they reached her ass, squeezing both cheeks.
She let out a gasping breath as she tried to rub her ass against his hands.
Ramiro chuckled. “Like these sweet cheeks touched, do you? That’s good. I like touching you here.” His palms made another pass, another squeeze. “You’re so fucking delicious, Summer.”
His words made her skin feel even more sensitized, and her body shuddered. He kept moving his hands, rubbing and squeezing and taking all of her focus because it felt so good. His hands on her ass made her throb even more.
“Go ahead. Touch yourself.”
Heat spread over her skin. Her hand moved between her legs at his urging. She pressed against her entrance, finding it soaked like he’d described. “I’m ready,” she panted out, sliding a finger along her slit and shivering with the feel of it.
“Are you sure? Lift up for me and push your finger inside. Let me see how easy it slides in.”
Her legs straightened as she opened them wider and did as he asked. She watched Ramiro’s face while he gazed down her body at what she was doing.
She’d never seen him look the way he looked when her finger pumped up inside of herself.
“Fuck, it slid right in. But you’ve got small fingers, baby girl. My cock isn’t small at all. How about two fingers?”
She pulled her finger out, adding another before pushing back inside.
“That looks so fucking sexy. Give yourself a few pumps. Show me how your face is going to look if I let you fuck yourself on my cock.”
The idea that he wouldn’t let her take him made her stomach clench and her throat tighten, but she couldn’t not do what he asked. She pushed her fingers into herself once, twice, quicker the third time, letting out a little sob because it felt good, but somehow it also made her feel even emptier.
Ramiro’s eyes slipped up her body to latch on to her face, and he watched her pant and writhe through a few more pumps as he continued to palm her ass.
“Not enough? Does that soaked pussy of yours need something bigger to fill it? ”
“Please,” she begged, still pumping with her fingers, because at least it was something inside of her.
“Slide out and up. Touch that needy clit. Can you make yourself come again? You proved that you’re wet, but I want you dripping on my cock.”
Heat curled inside her along with the empty ache. Her slick fingers brushed over her clit, the spasm of sensation there making her cry out as she pressed harder, stroked over her clit quicker.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
A sharp twinge flared as her fingers rubbed and his hands squeezed her ass, his fingers sliding between her cheeks to spread her.
“Harder. Touch yourself like it’s my thick, rough fingers rubbing that sweet clit of yours. I wouldn’t stop. I’d do it as long as you needed to fall apart. That’s all I want, baby girl. I want you to feel so fucking good tonight.”
She cried out as the sensations twisted together into a sudden burst, her clit shuddering under her fingers as the walls of her vagina clenched around nothing. She felt so empty, and frustrated tears rose to her eyes even as she came, a sob slipping through.
Ramiro’s hands dragged her ass down, and his erection speared up inside her, filling all that emptiness with his thickness .
Her back arched, pushing her chest out as she clenched around the intrusion and came again, the sudden spike mixing with the one before as her insides pulsed and shuddered.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl. Yeah, just like that. You feel so fucking good, squeezing around my cock like that.” He dragged her down tighter against him, and she cried out as he fucked up into her.
“Still coming?” He felt bigger inside of her than he had last time, bigger than anyone had felt. He continued to pump his hips up into her as he choked out another curse. “Fuck.” His breath panted against her face. “You’re coming so good. This feels so fucking good. You’re so wet and slick and perfect. My cock was made for your pussy. Feel how well it fits?”
He pumped up into her harder, the tips of his fingers between the cleft in her ass as he lifted her and dragged her down into the next upward push of his hips.
The pulsing was fading, but every time he thrust into her, her body shuddered. She leaned forward, her head falling against his chest.
His movements slowed. “Tired now? You came so hard and so long. You did so good.” His breath shuddered out as his grip loosened. “It’s fine if you’ve had enough.”
Ramiro was hard inside her. She clenched around him, awed by the way that made his body shudder.
She lifted her head, kissing over his Adam’s apple before gripping his shoulders for leverage. “More,” she said, the word a thick rasp she didn’t recognize as hers. She lifted herself almost off his erection and then pushed down, taking all of him deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” Ramiro moaned as his thrust met her downward stroke.
She did it again, quicker this time, squeezing around him as she took him.
“That’s it. That’s so fucking perfect.”
They moved together, the slide of him inside her almost too much. She felt him everywhere. His chest hair tickled her breasts and their heads bumped together, but neither of them slowed.
“You gonna come again for me?” His hands were everywhere, and his hips snapped up into her downward thrust. “I need to feel it. Squeeze my cock so fucking hard. I need you to, baby girl. I need—”
He groaned, and then he was moving her how he wanted, his arms bulging as he worked her over his erection over and over again.
“Give it to me. Come for me.”
He bent her back, his mouth finding her neck, and he moaned before latching on, sucking hard as he pounded into her. It felt different from before. The nerves inside her brightened as he thrust into her. She got even more soaked, wetness leaking out between them, and he stroked over that same spot, again and again. Sensation twisted into an impossible ache until it broke, and she came .
“Yes!” He was wild inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, bouncing her on top of him. “Fuck!” he cried, lifting them off the bed with his hips.
Her pulses eventually shuddered and faded. Exhaustion tore through her as he continued to move her on his own, still so hard inside her.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, but the word was different this time, frustrated.
The world spun as Ramiro turned her on the bed. She was on her back, his weight holding her down as he thrust hard between her legs, his body covering hers.
Hold her down. Don’t let her get away.
Her chest tightened, trapping air in her lungs as the memory tried to drag her under. Her body no longer felt loose but was stiff and rigid when he pushed his penis deep inside her, causing a whimper to slip out.
Ramiro froze. A shudder ran through him, shifting his cock against her walls, but it didn’t feel good. It mixed with the memory of penises that scraped and burned and took.
Ramiro pulled out, rolling to his back. His chest heaved with every panted breath.
“It’s okay,” Summer tried to say, but the words were unrecognizable. All she could hear was the sob that slipped out with them.
Ramiro shook his head with a jerk and continued to breathe. “Give me a second. ”
His face was tight and hard, just like his penis, which was also wet and red. It looked angry this time.
She should offer to do something for him. She’d come so many times, but here he was, still unable to find his own release.
He pushed away from her and off the bed, leaving her hand to fall to the wrinkled blankets he left behind.
“Be right back,” he said, his voice tight and angry. He cleared it, as if he wanted to hide his feelings. “I’ll bring something to clean you up.”
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him.
Another sob slid out of her. She’d been boneless before, but now she was one throbbing nerve. She’d failed again. She’d messed everything up.
Ramiro must be so frustrated with her.
She rolled to her side, her legs curling up and her arms wrapping tight around them as tears slid out. Everything throbbed. Exhaustion slid over her, shadowing her mind. Only one thought beat inside.
She’d never be enough for him.