He buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, and that growl is enough to set me on fire.
There is no slowing this moment down. It’s been building up between us for months and now that it’s happening, it’s impossible for us to stop.
He thrusts harder, faster, his hand pressed to my upper back. Then he pulls out of me, and I’m dazed and confused as he stands up.
“Not here.” He picks me up in his arms and marches across his apartment to get to a door. He pushes the door open, revealing a bedroom with a queen-sized bed and black headboard. The floors are wooden, just like the living room, and there’s a dresser by the window, scattered with colognes, men’s lotions and a few papers.
He places me down on the bed, and in an instant our mouths are connected again. He slides his lower body between my thighs, and just as I did before, I gasp as he enters me.
“Should I take it slow for you?” he asks as I push up on one elbow.
“Hell no,” I moan, and I hold one side of his face, his stubble grazing my palm as he thrusts until he’s in deep.
“Shit, Amber. I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he groans.
“Me too.” I wrap my free arm around him, remaining steady on my elbow. He brings a hand up to wrap it around my throat. His grip is not tight or loose, it’s perfect and I don’t know why, but it really gets me going.
His eyes flicker down to mine. “How long have you been waiting for this moment? Waiting for me to be inside you?”
“Ever since I met you,” I admit, and it’s the truth. The moment I saw Torres walk across that field the first day I met him, I wondered what he would be like in bed. Now I’m experiencing it and it doesn’t feel real at all. I feel like I’ve crossed another dimension, one where my body is actually worthy of having Torres all to myself.
He pulls himself away and turns me onto my stomach with a grunt. I suck in a breath as he hovers over me and then strokes into me without warning. Gripping a handful of my hair, he brings his face down next to mine and his hips thrust in a gradual rhythm.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he continues clutching my hair. His mouth falls to the bend of my neck, his lips caressing the sensitive skin there, and I can’t take it. It’s too much—having his cock inside me and his mouth on me. His body on top of mine, claiming and dominating.
“I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to pull your hair and fuck you from the back,” he growls. He leans back and grips my hip, still tugging on my hair. I feel his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts forward while I push my hips back to meet him. “Fuck, Amber. Yes, right there,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me come hard in your pussy if you keep doing that.”
Holy. Shit.
His voice is nothing but orgasmic. Deep, guttural, and sexy as hell. I keep doing what I’m doing, throwing my ass back and meeting him thrust for thrust.
His groans are louder and I breathe raggedly as I press my cheek to the bed, feeling him reach an area inside me that is triggering my body in ways I’ve never felt before.
“I feel you getting tighter, preciosa,” he murmurs. “Can you feel my cock getting harder for you? Can you feel me about to explode in your pussy, babe? Fuck, you’re so damn wet.”
The guttural sound of his voice brings me to a dangerous level. I curse beneath my breath and then bite into my bottom lip because I feel it. That same feeling I had when his tongue played tricks with my pussy in the hotel is exactly what I’m feeling now. I’m building up second by second, on the verge of climax.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he growls. “I feel you getting tighter. Come for me.”
I grip his sheets, squeeze my eyes shut, and before I know it, I’m crying out his name. His real name.
Joaquin. Joaquin!
It spills from my lips repeatedly as he meets me thrust for thrust, and as I let go, my body vibrating and vulnerable and sensitive to him, he grips either side of my hips with his hands and slams into me.
Pound after pound after pound. Our skin claps together and he lets out a deep, hoarse groan until his whole body becomes still and his cock is throbbing inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Amber!” His voice is louder than I’ve ever heard it—raw and desperate, as if he’s needed to come like this with me for ages. I can’t fight my smile as I feel him throbbing inside me, and thank goodness I’m on my pills because I can’t imagine how much cum he’s just unloaded. It seems like he hasn’t come like this in months.