“Arms extended above your head.” She complies instantly, so I reward her with a bite to the other cheek.
“Teagan,” she whines, wiggling her hips.
I slap her arse sharply, making her gasp. “I said not to move.”
“Sorry, Papí.”
A crimson handprint starts to bloom on her skin, so I rub it soothingly as I contemplate where I want to start with her. My cock is so hard, I know I won’t last long once I sink inside of her. I never miss an opportunity to taste her though.
“How attached are you to these knickers?”
“Right now? Not at all.” Her voice is muffled by her arms.
“Good,” I say, then grip the fabric with both hands and literally tear it from her body.
Layla gasps, but it quickly turns into a moan when my tongue reaches her pussy. I lick her slowly from front to back, lingering where she’s the wettest. She tastes so fucking good. Her hips start to grind, so I stop, smacking her arse.
“Cailín…” I growl in warning.
“I can’tnotmove, Teagan,” she whimpers, turning her head to stare at me. “It’s impossible.”
“You can do it, Lovely.” My words fall against her golden skin like a caress. “Just a little longer for me and I promise you can move as much as you want, yeah?”
With a deep inhale, she exhales her reply. “Okay, Papí.”
“I love it when you call me that,” I tell her before diving back in, spearing her with my tongue as my hands squeeze and knead her arse.
Devouring her vigorously, her sob filled moans and heavy panting ricochet around the room until she’s begging, pleading for me to fuck her.
“Please, Papí. I need you.”
With a final languid lap, I relent, nipping her inner thigh gently. Rocking back to sit on my heels, I take in the sight before me with satisfaction. Herlegs quiver, pussy swollen and glistening.
“Teagan, either fuck me or let me move. I’m aching.”
“You did so good, darlin’,” I praise her.
Sliding a palm up her spine, I fist it into her hair. Tugging gently, I coax her into a kneeling position between my legs, her back to my chest. One arm wraps underneath her breasts while I grip her chin with the other so I can turn her face to mine and kiss her deeply.
“See how good you taste?” I murmur against her mouth. “It’s no wonder I can’t get enough of you.”
Layla slides her hand into the hair at the back of my head, pulling my mouth back to hers for another kiss. As she sucks my tongue into her mouth, her free hand grabs mine from under her breasts, moving it to cup her. I love the heavy weight of her in my palm, the way her softness rests against me. Releasing her chin, I walk my fingers down her body until I find her clit. When the pad of my middle finger rubs circles over it, she pushes her hips back, grinding against me.
Her lips tear away from mine. Layla spins to face me, reconnecting our mouths, tongues battling for dominance. Nails scrape against my scalp, making my cock twitch between us. Carefully, we shift until she’s on her back, those sinful legs wrapped around my waist. I hate to leave her mouth, but the rest of Layla’s bronze skin is begging to be kissed and licked. When I move to the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet, her body bows against me.
“So needy, Layla,” I mouth against her chest before moving down to those dusky nipples. I pause, taking one in my mouth while tweaking the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“I need you,” she pants, body rolling beneath mine. “Please.”
“Aye. I’ve got you.”
The promise comes so easily. I will always take care of her in any, and every, way she needs or wants. When her body is aching for release, I’ll be the first—and only—to provide it. When she needs support or encouragement, I’ll be the one to remind her that she’s capable of anything she sets her mind to. When she needs protection, she’ll find it in my arms, or standing behindmy back as I take the blow for her.
Without taking my mouth from her body, I guide my cock into her heat slowly, savoring the way she feels, how perfectly crafted she is for me. Every time I sink into her feels like our first time together. The way our bodies meet, paired with this emotional connection, lights me up in ways I never expected. The physical attraction has been there since day one, but it’s morphed over the last months, turning into something vital to my very existence. IneedLayla. I need her physically, emotionally, and spiritually. She is the other half of me.
Is there a feeling or action bigger than love? If so, that has to be what I’m experiencing. My heart swells in my chest, beating desperately for the beauty beneath me. Lifting my gaze, I find her dark brown eyes boring into my own with an intensity that matches the thoughts in my head.
Each thrust is punctuated with a kiss—to her lips, her neck, her shoulder, wherever I can reach while staying inside of her. Her gasps turn to moans as her fingers grapple for purchase in my skin as she edges closer to release.
