8. Second Chance #3
She cups my cheeks and kisses me everywhere. “Please, I want to start over. You were right, we’re going in circles and it’s getting us nowhere. I don’t care, I don’t care about any of it anymore. I just want to be with you. I love you, I love you—”
I take her into my arms and lift her onto my lap. I kiss everywhere she’ll let me, everywhere I want to.
“Te amo, Alejandro. Te amo tanto, tanto, tanto…” she whispers it against my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. “I’ve loved you from the moment you met my gaze across the lounge and I was so nervous I pretended to take photos of the glasswork on the ceiling. I have loved you every moment since.”
I drag the back of my hand across her cheek and chase away the tears. “You pretended to take photos of the ceiling.”
She laughs despite herself. “Karina was convinced you guys were staring at us.”
“She was right. I laid eyes on you once and haven’t looked away since.”
“I told Kay, I’ve never seen a man that pretty in real life before.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Really?”
“Oh, yes.” She recalls. “Diego was really something el—”
I kiss her before she can say another word and her chest vibrates with silent laughter. She melts into me and I relish in the delight of simply holding her against me, something I haven’t done in so long.
I kiss the corner of her mouth and then the length of her jaw. “What else did the two of you talk about?”
“She was hoping you’d invite me upstairs for wild, crazy, vacation sex and then embark on a passionate, two-week long love affair.”
I laugh against her neck before kissing the pulse there. It jumps beneath my touch. “Really?”
“I was a little insecure. She was hoping I’d come out of my shell more.”
“I can’t imagine you’d have anything to be insecure about.”
“I did back then. Karina was much smaller, thinner, daintier…” her voice trails off. “At first, I thought you had come over to hit on her.”
Surprise strikes me. I must be wearing my emotions on my face because she throws her head back and laughs, tears forgotten.
“You thought I was after Karina? When I spent half the night trying to get you to sleep with me?”
“I thought you were being polite.”
“Being polite was the very last thing on my mind. In fact, I had a host of very un-polite things I’d hoped to do to you once I got you upstairs.” I reply. “If you’d like, I can show you right now.”
“I think you’ve shown me enough for one day.”
“Let me show you a little bit more.”
She doesn’t put a fight. I feel her smile against my lips as she kisses me and shifts under the blanket to straddle me properly.
Dahlia rolls her hips against mine in search of friction but doesn’t mount me yet.
I take her breasts in my hands and squeeze, loving the way she moans and flutters her lashes each time I lick her nipples.
They’re soft and heavy in my grasp, the feel of them sinfully good. Maybe she’ll let me fuck them next.
Just when I think to ask, Dahlia sinks herself onto the length of me and I see stars. She grips me so well, so tight, and the way she moves her hips is maddening. She rides me so well I think I’d be happy to have sex in this single position with her for the rest of our lives.
This time it isn’t sex though. Maybe earlier when there was so much pent-up frustration and emotions that needed a physical release but not now.
I can tell by the way she touches me, runs her palms up and down the expanse of my back and over my shoulders, and the way she kisses me without haste that this is different.
She’s giving more of herself and I want all of it. I want all of it and then some.
“Touch me,” she whispers. “Touch me please.”
I touch her everywhere. Commit her body to memory.
Neck, shoulders, arms, breasts, and the valley between them.
The dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the smooth skin between her thighs that always make her tremble when I kiss her there.
I hold her in place as I thrust upward to meet her there, sending myself deep inside her.
She eats up every inch with a throaty moan and her walls contract around me, squeezing with such delicious pressure, I have to slow her down so I don’t finish too soon.
Dahlia buries her face against my collarbone and bites as I stroke her clit.
I glided up and down, move in circles, touch her just the way she likes and in return, her warm, wet pussy pulses and squeezes around me like a prize for a job well done.
It’s so fucking good I can’t think straight and she’s moving so slowly it’s keeping another orgasm painfully out of reach.
“My God, I missed you.” I turn my face and the scent of her hair fills my lungs. Like flowers and her favorite soap. “I missed you so much.”
Dahlia grabs the edge of the sofa cushion to brace herself.
She picks up the pace and I follow the steady rhythm she sets and we make love until she’s screaming and sobbing in my ear, crying out my name and God’s when she reaches the height of pleasure.
I follow her there seconds later and it’s the most peace I’ve known in over a year.