Chapter 21
21
“ W here do you want to go for breakfast?” Camila asked, looking over her shoulder at Alejandro as he came out of the bathroom.
Last night they’d climbed into bed and fallen asleep without making love. Looking at her now, his body stirred with desire, and the last thing on his mind was food. With the morning light streaming in through the sheer white curtains, he paused in awe of her beauty.
Her long, chocolate mane tumbled down her back like a silken waterfall. The rich tresses moved with her as she tied the right shoulder strap of her mustard-yellow sundress.
“Anywhere is fine with me.” He came up behind her and swept her hair over one shoulder to plant a kiss on her exposed neck.
Now he had the right to touch her, that’s all he wanted to do. He had only been living as half a person before. This newfound intimacy with Camila made him feel whole.
He slid his arms around her waist, and she leaned back, pressing her soft bottom into his hardening shaft.
“What time is our appointment?” She reached back and caressed his bearded jaw.
“He said eleven, which means we have plenty of time.”
Alejandro cupped her breasts and squeezed their fullness in his hands, listening to her soft moans of pleasure. He turned her around and kissed her, starting slowly at first by nibbling gently at her lips. But her mouth was like candy—sweet and addictive. He deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers as he slid his hands lower to cup her soft ass.
He walked her backward and pushed her onto the bed, coming down on top of her and dragging his mouth down her neck to where the fabric covered her breasts. Damn, she always smelled so good, like pineapple and honey.
He pulled down the top and pushed her hardened nipples above the neckline. She gasped and trembled as he licked her dark areola and teased her nipples with the edge of his teeth. She moaned again and writhed her core against his hardened length.
Her hands became busy undoing the button on his jeans and then lowering the zipper, but Alejandro wasn’t ready for the finale yet. He stood on the side of the bed, aroused by the delectable image she presented with her hemline pushed halfway up her partially open legs and her lovely breasts spilling over the top of her dress.
He pulled aside her panties and dropped to his knees so he could eat her properly. With every stroke of his tongue, she undulated her hips and scraped her fingernails in the sheets. She tasted so sweet, so succulent, he could stay there all day with his face between her thighs and listen to her half moan and half cry as he drove her insane.
She was so wet and ready, he was anxious to feel the tight clasp of her sex around him and pushed to his feet. Gripping her bottom with possessive hands, he lifted her from the bed and sat down with her straddling his lap.
He was extremely hard, almost afraid he’d come before he could slide inside her. He rolled backward and released himself, watching with bated breath as she dipped her head toward his pelvis with a naughty smile. At first contact, his body jerked. She licked his erection from the bottom to the top, then closed her full lips over the tip and sucked, humming in the back of her throat.
Watching her mouth stretched full of him was a wonderfully erotic sight he couldn’t tear his eyes away from. She teased him for a bit longer before she climbed on top of him and slid down one tantalizing inch at a time.
Her mouth had been incredible, but having her body clasp his was mind-blowing. She was tight and sopping wet. He let her control the depth of penetration but held her hips to control the pace. They moved in perfect synchronous motion as she rode him. He shifted his hands higher to fondle her breasts and watched with satisfaction at the passion displayed on her face.
She whimpered, placing her hands on his bare chest, her pelvis moving atop his in a circular motion. He shuddered as her fingernails scraped his hard nipples. Thrusting faster, he held her bound to him with one hand on her hip.
At the same time her orgasmic contractions started, her lips parted on a soft cry. He watched with fascination as she rode out the storm, breasts jostling as she bounced up and down, head thrown back and eyes closed.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped.
Only as she was coming down off her high did he allow himself to let go. He came with an animalistic groan, his fingers tightening for a millisecond on her hip. She collapsed on top of him as waves of pleasure crashed into his body and had him thrusting his hips in a frantic attempt to wring every bit of ecstasy he could from the moment.
Their mouths collided in a heated rush. Wild and unrestrained as he ground his pelvis into hers. Cupping her face, he tangled his fingers in her silky brown hair. Strands fell across his cheek and onto the mattress. Hungrily, they devoured each other, their breaths mingling in quick, uneven bursts. The imperfect rawness of the kiss left him breathless and panting, as if he’d run full speed through an obstacle course.
When it was over, they both lay spent, their bodies still intimately joined.
Camila trailed her fingers through the silky hairs on his chest. “That was…”
“ Increíble ,” he supplied.
He felt rather than saw her smile.
“ Sí, increíble ,” she agreed.
Moments later, Camila slipped off Alejandro and stood beside the bed.
He pushed onto his elbows. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered.
She blushed, her cheeks turning rosy as she pulled up her top to cover the spill of her breasts. “So are you, Mr. Sanchez. I’m going to clean up.”
She went into the bathroom, and he fell back onto the mattress. Never in a million years had he imagined having this type of connection with Camila. He tried not to be resentful, but the truth was, if Emilio hadn’t lied to them both, they could have been sharing many more moments like this. They would probably be married, with a couple of kids.
Kids. A family.
What kind of father would he be? He hoped a good one, but he already knew Camila would be a wonderful mother. Her compassionate nature, care for the homeless, and dogged pursuit of the truth were a good indication.
He stood and tucked his penis into his pants. Inside the bathroom, Camila was at the sink using a washcloth to clean herself up. When he entered, she smiled at him in the mirror.
Alejandro braced his hands on either side of her and locked eyes in the mirror.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, with a faint smile.
“Why didn’t you and Emilio have any kids?”
“Oh.” She seemed taken aback by the question.
“Too personal?”
“No, I want us to be able to talk about anything. I didn’t expect the question, that’s all.” She placed the washcloth on the counter. “He wanted to, but I kept putting it off.”
“Why?”
She sighed. “In the beginning, we were both young and trying to figure out life together as a married couple. I didn’t want to put a baby in the mix right away, but then as time went on, I realized I didn’t want to have a baby… with him.”
“Because you weren’t sure you were going to stay together.”
“Yes,” she admitted.
Alejandro kissed her shoulder and then her neck. “You want to have children?” He kept his eyes on her in the mirror.
“Yes.”
His arm snaked out and cinched around her waist to hold her close. “Would you have a baby with me?”
She covered his tattooed arm with her hands. “I would have lots of babies with you. How many do you want?”
Those had to be the sexiest words a woman had ever said to him. Alejandro felt himself harden again, and he poked his erection against her bottom.
“Three? Four?” he whispered huskily against the side of her neck as he lifted her dress to her waist.
Her breath hitched. “Not a problem.”
He removed his thick shaft and pushed her legs wider with a swipe of his foot. Excitement flashed in her eyes.
Then he bent her over the sink, guided his body into hers, and fucked her again.