“Oh meu deus,” I cry out, words hoarse, pushing myself in until my balls are pressed tight against her skin.
Fuck me, she’s incredible.
Never did I think she would feel like this, like warm molten honey that melts beneath my touch, a decadence that makes the blood rush through my head, making me feel dizzy.
I move my hips back, almost pulling out all the way, before I slam myself back into her, her ass jiggling from the impact.
“Oh!” she yelps. “Fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” I whisper to her, moving my other arm under her side and turning her over so that she’s partly on her back, partly on her side. My hand snakes around to her breast, squeezing, relishing the weight of it.
“Yes,” she says softly. “So good.”
I want to make her feel good. I want to do this forever.
I stare down at her, watching as she moves beneath me while I keep pumping myself into from behind, her breasts jostling with each thrust. I’m losing my breath, my heart climbing inside my throat with each slick, tight pass inside her.
A tiny rough growl escapes her lips and I think I’m a fucking goner.
But I don’t want to come yet. Not until she’s begging for me to.
Instead I keep my fingers at her clit, rubbing her in quick rough circles, feeling her body change beneath my touch. She really does melt into me, sticky sweet as honey.
She’s making anguished sounds now, like she can’t help herself, like her desperation is seeping into me, saturating the both of us with insatiable greed.
I’ve never been wanted like this before. Not sure I will be again.
Then I feel her stiffen, her body jerking in surprise as I bring her to an orgasm.
“Oh my god!” she screams, coming hard around my cock. “Oh god, oh my god.” Her cries trail off into a nonsensical stream of words and moans, and while one hand works at her, slippery and wild, I grip her waist, pumping her up and down on my cock, faster, her breasts swaying.
I have to hold my breath, scatter my thoughts, so I don’t fucking lose it.
It’s only then that I realize I fucked her without a condom.
“Shit,” I mumble.
She glances up at me, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, still quaking around me. “What?” she asks, voice raw, eyes flitting between concern and sleepy satisfaction.
“I forgot the condom,” I say.
She rolls off of me, my cock bobbing free, hard, heavy and wet. She eyes it and then looks at me. “You didn’t come.” She looks disappointed.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, licking my lips.
“You’re a fucking beast, you know that?”
I can’t help but grin. “You bring the beast out of me.”
“I’m clean,” she reminds me. “And I’m on the pill, remember?” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, her pink tongue peeking out. “I want you to come inside me. Bare. I want to feel you. All of you.”
I want that too.
I want to ask if she was always using condoms with Marco, because I know he’s a player, and I know he wasn’t faithful to her. But the question stays inside me. I’m not about to bring up my brother right now. I just have to trust her.
And I do trust her.
She reaches down and makes a light fist over my cock, gently skimming over it.
Shit, I’m so close.
I reach down and wrap my fingers around her wrist, prying her hand off of me. She gives me a wicked little grin in response.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
I sit up and move down to the end of the bed, getting in between her legs and hooking them around my shoulders. Her pussy is open in front of me, framed by an artful bikini wax. I have to wonder when she got that done here in Lisbon, but then I realize I don’t want to know.
There are thoughts that want to follow that, but I push them out of my head.
There’s only us right now, only her, glistening and waiting in front of me like a jewel.
Ruby girl.
She looks down at me in surprise.
“I should take a shower first,” she says, though the heat in her eyes say otherwise. “I’m a mess.”
“You can do that later,” I tell her. “I want to taste you. Taste our sex.”
Her eyes go wide, and I love that I can provoke such a woman as herself, who is always provoking the fuck out of me. It might be my favorite thing to do.
I dip my head and bring my tongue up along her, licking her deeply, my eyes never leaving hers. I taste her musky sweet salt, watching her as she watches me, her lids lowering as she gives in to me. I’m so fucking hard and turned on right now that even my cock pressed against the bed threatens to set me off.
I press my fingers into the soft, tender flesh of her thighs, holding her tight, and keep licking her, up and down, like a cat licking cream, reveling in the taste and feel of her, wanting to drown in everything she has for me.
“God,” I groan into her, and she clamps her thighs around my head in wild desperation. “You’re incredible. I could eat you forever. Just like this.”
I plunge my tongue inside her and feel her clench around me and, fuck, I better hurry the hell up and get her off before I come right on these sheets.
“Fuck!” she cries out, grabbing my head, wrapping her fingers in my hair. My scalp is already sore from her pulling on my hair all night, but the pain is more than worth it. “Keep going! Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I don’t stop.
I fuck her with my tongue, reaching up to make tiny tight circles around her clit with my thumb, feeling her swell beneath my touch and then she’s coming on my face with a hoarse cry.
