Chapter 18
“Dating in the desert: sunscreen, water, and lots of sweat.”
—It’s science
Hector
I knew without a single doubt in my mind that I would never recover after being inside Iris.
“I wish you could see what I do,” I told her, running my hands over her soft skin. “My point of view is incredible.”
“My view’s not too shabby either,” she said with a sly grin.
Just above her hipbone, there was a small sun tattoo with a cloud covering at least half of it. “Didn’t take you for a tattoo person,” I told her as I ran my fingers over it.
“It’s my little reminder that the sun is constantly there, even if you can’t always see it,” she said softly with a small smile.
Fuck, she was too damn cute for her own good.
“You got any sunshine tattoos?” she asked, smirking at me. “I think maybe I should check all over you, just in case.”
She lifted her hands to run over my chest before running her fingers through my hair.
She’d mentioned she was into that, which was good because I only had it because I was usually too lazy to shave it off.
I tried maybe once a week or every other week, but it was time consuming and I’d rather sleep in.
But if she liked it, I’d never shave again.
Her hands roamed over my chest and shoulders and then down my arms on either side of her body.
“Hmm, no tattoos here. Maybe I should check the lower parts.” She gave a wink and then an almost seducing grin.
I stood back up, my body between her open legs, and grabbed each of her hands to help pull her up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned forward and worked at my pants. My belt already undone, she now navigated the button and zipper of my pants and then slipped her hand inside, rubbing it gently across my throbbing cock.
As her hand continued to work me and make me even harder, I used my hands to grab her face and pull her into me as I took her mouth.
God she tasted divine—fruity and sweet—and I couldn’t get enough. I needed to be inside her though.
She must have felt the same because she pulled back, removing her mouth from mine, and stared up at me. “This underwear of yours looks super restrictive. You really should take it off,” she said, her eyes glinting with lust-filled humor.
“Is that so?” I asked as I stripped myself of the remaining clothes.
Her eyes widened at my now naked body, and I knew what she was thinking. I was a big dude—tall, bulky frame, just overall a large man—and that included my dick as well.
“It’s not a third leg, babe. It’ll fit,” I told her, teasing her back.
She threw her head back and laughed, and I seized the moment, leaning forward to kiss my way down her neck. My hands moved between her legs, and I barely grazed her, and my fingers were soaked.
I practically growled at how wet she was for me. “Fuck, Iris.”
“Yes, please fuck Iris. Please,” she begged, her voice just above a whisper as she writhed beneath me.
As much as I wanted to draw this out more and enjoy my time, I needed to be inside her…now.
I reached behind myself and grabbed a condom from my nightstand. Putting it on, I stared down at her body as her chest moved up and down rapidly following her increased breathing.
She was leaning back, propped up on her elbows, with her legs spread open and hanging mostly off the bed.
As much as I loved looking at her in this position, it wasn’t the greatest given our big height difference.
“Slide back, Iris.”
She scooted her body and turned so that her head was now in the middle of my pillows. I moved to follow, positioning myself directly above her.
I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her rock-hard nub.
She writhed beneath me, arching her back as if she needed more.
My fingers slid over her core, rubbing softly but with just enough pressure for her to feel it.
She bucked up, gasping my name, as I sank two fingers inside her.
I moved my mouth from her nipple up to her lips, continuing to work her with my fingers. She was drenched, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her.
I slid my fingers back out and lined myself up. I leaned my head back, wanting to watch her as I took her. Just in case this never happened again, though I hoped like hell it did—many times—I wanted to catalogue it in my memory.
“Look at me, Iris,” I said, swirling the tip of my dick around her entrance, teasing both of us.
The moment her eyes met mine, I eased my way in, filling her slowly. She inhaled a small, ragged breath as I continued to bury myself inside her, stretching her. I pressed all the way to the hilt before pausing to give her a moment to adjust to my size.
“You okay?” I asked, needing to give myself a moment since she was so tight around me.
“More than okay,” she said between ragged breaths. “But please move. I need you to move.”
I did as commanded, gliding in and out of her, enjoying every single stroke.
“You feel fucking fantastic,” I groaned, sliding my free hand around the side of her face, my fingers wrapping around her soft hair as I kissed her like I would never get the chance to kiss her again.
She felt so damn good. She felt like the one place I belonged. I felt rooted in her like she was my anchor, and I never wanted to leave.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long, not with her making those needy little whimpers in between every stroke, but there was no way I was coming first.
My finger moved to rub along her clit, causing her to gasp, and her breathing became rough and uneven.
“Hector…I…please…I need,” she babbled incoherently.
I continued to stroke her and then bent down to put my mouth near her ear and whispered against it. “Come for me, Iris. I want to feel you come around me.”
No sooner had I gotten the words out, and she came, squeezing my cock tight inside her. Her voice was a mix of gasps and mumbled unintelligible words.
I kissed my way down the back of her ear to her neck and chest as I continued to drive inside her, now more erratically as I felt myself getting close.
I took her nipple in my mouth again, not able to get enough of her gorgeous tits, this time kneading them as I worked them with both my hands and mouth.
“Hector,” Iris moaned beneath me. “Another…I…I need...I’m so close.”
“Mmmm, you’re turning into a greedy little fireball, eh?” I teased, but I was more than happy to give her another. It needed to be quick though, because I was on the edge myself.
I moved my hand back to her bundle of nerves to stroke and massage her, only this time, my mouth moved to hers and I devoured her lips, kissing her deeply.
She tumbled over the edge just as I did, her name ripped from my mouth as I ground myself inside her and then collapsed on top of her.
I only let myself stay on top of her for a few moments to catch my breath, so I didn’t crush her.
Rolling onto my back, I lay there allowing my heart rate to ease a bit.
She turned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her in closer.
We lay there together, her snuggled up against my side, half on top of me for a few moments, and I felt at peace. A peace I hadn’t ever known before.
“I was in too much of a hurry to care how we did it just now, but could we maybe try me on top at some point?” she asked, her tone carrying confidence, though her eyes expressed a hint of hesitation.
“Iris, if you want to be on top, you can be on top,” I told her, my brain instantly dreaming of her in that exact position.
“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” She spoke quietly against my chest. “Cause I’d like to do that again sometime.”
Maybe I was still riding the high of what had just happened and not thinking straight, or maybe she put some sort of spell on me, but my response was to unintentionally unload all my personal inner thoughts.
“Iris, I have never had an orgasm like that in my life, and you aren’t the first woman I’ve slept with.”
Her face looked uncomfortable and also a little peeved, so I held up my hand for her to give me a second to explain.
“I’m not tellin’ you that to start a fight or make you mad.
I’m tellin’ you so that you understand the magnitude of what I’m saying.
I’m a forty-year-old man, Iris. I’ve been around the block a few times, but I have never, and I mean never, had sex that felt as good as that before. That’s all you, woman.”
I looked down at her just in time to see a beaming smile on her face.
“Maybe we should do it again. You know, just to make sure it really was that good, and you aren’t just putting me on a pedestal.”
“Oh, I’m definitely putting you on a pedestal, because that’s where you belong. But if you wanna have another go at it, I’m never gonna turn you down.”
“Never, eh?” She smiled tauntingly.
“Never,” I said seriously, and I meant it.
I kissed the top of her head and relaxed with her at my side.
I took her two more times before we finally slept—both of which involved her being on top—and each time was better than the last.
I was living my best damn life, and I found myself hoping it never ended.
I woke up next to a soft, lush body wrapped around me like a pretzel, and I didn’t care one bit.
Despite having sex with Iris three times in the last twenty-four hours, my dick was up and raring to go again.
I ran my hands over the soft skin of her leg, which was wrapped around my waist. The movement must have woken her, because she rustled awake and kissed my neck. I rolled her over and underneath me.
“You’re addictive,” I said, my hands continuing to roam over her lush curves, my mouth gliding along her skin, peppering her with kiss after kiss.
Just the mere taste of her, and my dick was instantly hard.
“I crave every inch of you, Iris,” I told her gruffly.
She arched her back, pushing into me, telling me exactly where she wanted my mouth.