17. Leah
CHAPTER 17
Leah
I got into bed first and watched him as he walked toward me from the bathroom.
Marco Cabrera was a beautiful man. He had thick pecs and, like all the sexy Latin men I saw on the covers of the hot romance novels I sometimes found time to read on my Kindle, had a smattering of dark hair on his chest that went down and down and down to the sexiest dick I’d ever seen. He was fit. I knew he went to the gym regularly. He ran and rowed, he’d told me, and the evidence was in his muscular legs.
“What are you looking at?” he teased as he got into bed.
I flushed, a little embarrassed for ogling him like he was a piece of meat. “You’re a very handsome man.”
“Yeah?”
He got into bed and pushed me down on my back. He crawled atop me, resting his soft penis between my thighs. “You’re sexy as hell, do you know that?”
I didn’t. I looked at him expectantly.
“I love your tits.” He moved down my body, suckled a nipple, and kissed the hardened nub. “Your stomach is soft, giving, and drives me crazy.” He bit the flesh gently. “Your legs…now they are a work of art.” He parted my thighs and stroked me. “And this is the nicest pussy in the world.”
We’d just had sex, and I was getting turned on again. Was that supposed to happen to women my age?
He flipped me over, and I laughed when he squeezed my ass. “This is the most delicious ass.” He spanked me lightly and then bit my ass. I yelped.
I fought him off as he tried to hold me down playfully, and finally, we settled into place. We’d started to sleep with my head on his chest and his arm around me.
“Thank you.” I kissed his chest and licked a nipple because it was there.
“For giving you a mind-boggling orgasm?”
“It wasn’t mind-boggling. It was okay .”
He dropped his hand to my ass and pinched one cheek lightly.
“Fine, fine,” I mocked. “It was great . I didn’t have to fake it this time.”
He laughed then and kissed the top of my hair.
“Thank you for being with me, for making me feel better, for taking care of me,” I blurted out.
He tightened his hold on me. “ Carino , it’s my pleasure. But if you want to thank me properly with a morning blow job, I won’t say no.”
I burst out laughing. “Sure, why the hell not.”
After my day, I didn’t think I’d end it feeling happy and light, but Marco did that for me, and I thanked the universe (and Alana) for making him my dance partner. The following morning, I gave him a morning blow job as he taught me the pleasures of the sixty-nine position. It was another excellent beginning of a day.