He must see the surrender in my eyes, because he cups the back of my neck roughly and says, “Now. Get on your knees, drop that sweet pussy onmy mouth, and hang on.”
¡Ay güey!
Cautiously, I rearrange my legs so that my knees are framing his face and I’m hovering over him. When I don’t immediately lower myself, he grabs my ass and raises his head to my center. He moves so quick, I barely have time to grab the headboard before he’s licking a broad path over my seam. I cry out, slamming a palm against the wall as he spears his tongue into me over and over. “¡Ay que ricoTeagan!” I moan, but then yell out when he sucks my clit into his mouth, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue over it. I lose all control chasing my orgasm and start riding his face, grinding while twisting a hand into his hair tightly to keep him where I want him.
He makes a low noise in his throat then squeezes my ass cheeks hard as he pulls me tighter against his mouth. The tension builds and builds to the point where I start to see stars. My cries of pleasure get louder the closer I get until suddenly, I’m screaming as I explode all over Teagan’s mouth in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy courses through my body, leaving me breathless. I’m gasping for air as he slows his rhythm, bringing me back to earth. Finally, he relents, turning his head to place a soft kiss on my inner thigh before grinning up at me, the evidence of my release glistening around his mouth.
“Good morning, Lovely,” he says gently. The way he looks at me is all-consuming; like I’m the first bit of sunlight he’s seen after an eternity in darkness.
“Buenos días,” I murmur as I run my fingers through his hair.
He pushes gently, letting me know he wants me to move back. Sliding off of him, I snuggle into his waiting arms, laying my head on his chest and draping a leg over his. He runs his fingers up and down my arm as we lie there silently. It’s not awkward, but I’m not sure what to say. Do I thank him? Ask him how he slept? Suggest breakfast? This is the first time I’ve actually spent the night with a guy.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Layla?” Teagan mumbles into my hair.
“Who says I’m thinking about anything?” I challenge.
“Ach, I can practically hear the wheels turning. And you’re so tense. I thought I had you nice and relaxed.”
Snorting a laugh, I lift my head, resting my chin on his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m just overthinking this.”
His brows furrow with concern. Brushing a thumb over my cheekbone, he asks, “Overthinking what exactly?”
“Um. I’ve never spent the night after…”
A wide grin spreads across his face. “Aren’t I the lucky one?”
“Don’t let it go to your head, guapo,” I tease.
“Too late. You’re obsessed with me. Just admit it.”
I roll my eyes and act like I’m going to get up, but he bands his arms around me, rolling me to my back. Teagan’s strong body settles over me.
“Layla, listen to me,” Teagan orders, his eyes darting back and forth between mine. “This doesn’t need to be complicated. I don’t have expectations. I just want to be with you—in whatever capacity you’ll let me. We can make up our own rules and tell everyone else to fuck off, yeah?”
Nodding, I cup his cheek, drawing his lips to mine in a tender kiss. It’s meant to be just a quick kiss, but as his tongue caresses mine, we get lost in each other. This time, he’s gentle. Every slow thrust is intentional, each push filled with purpose. His green eyes burn into mine so intensely it’s impossible to look away. There’s not a wild rush to reach release; we’re just enjoying each other and making a statement that we’re not ready to put into words yet. This isn’t fucking, it’s love making. I never understood how people could fall so quickly, but I think I’m beginning to understand how Norah felt when she first started seeing Eamon.
Teagan
There’s a shift happening, and it’s both electrifying and terrifying. Layla and I have explosive chemistry. Our bodies burn for each other, but the tether between us—the one I feel as I thrust languidly into her, staring into those dark chocolate eyes, feels like it’s changing from a paltry rope into a steelcable. It would take a force of nature to break it.
When I feel her body begin to quake with impending release, I keep the pace slow but deep. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me flush against her and she holds me there. I bury my face into her neck, breathing her in. I want us to come together. It feels important that we do. Her panting quickens, and as my name topples from her lips, I know I’m a goner. We fall and there’s no going back.
* * *
After forcing ourselves out of bed, we shower together, but I don’t fuck her again. As much as I want to, I need her to know that this is so much more than me wanting her body—which is so fucking gorgeous. With those wide hips, round arse, and full breasts, I’m practically drooling every time I see her. But Layla is so down-to-earth and genuine, it’s impossible not to want to be around her. She’s funny, intelligent, and compassionate. The fact that she gave Mac the benefit of the doubt about becoming a dad speaks volumes to her character.
Once we’ve finished showering, I wrap a towel around my waist, heading for the bedroom where we rummage through our luggage for clothes.
“Shall we get breakfast?” I ask.
Layla drops her towel, glancing up at me while she steps into another pair of those fucking lacy underwear. She smirks. “Food is fuel. I think we’ve burned quite a bit of energy, don’t you?”
“Aye,” I say with a wink, enjoying the way blush fans her cheeks. “I could probably go another round, but I like the idea of being ready for a marathon.”
I take deep satisfaction in the way her eyes go wide and her sweet mouth drops open.
“You’re trouble,Papí,” she purrs.
