Too well.
Sergio’s mouth was so wet and hot that I had trouble not squirming beneath him each time his sizzling lips met my skin.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he lowered his mouth to my thigh, so dangerously close to kissing me in a place I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
My body tensed with nervousness and maybe a bit of dread — it was the unknown, and everything felt good, but it was new. And scary.
He pulled back abruptly, his expression one of concentration. “Get up.”
“No!” I shook my head. “I’ll do better? See? Not tense!” I tried relaxing as much as I could, while his lips twitched with a smile. “Are you laughing at me?”
“On the inside,” he said in a serious voice. “Does that make it better?”
I pouted. “No.”
Sergio tugged me up to a sitting position then pulled me to my feet, taking my place at the foot of the bed. He still had boxer briefs on, but they hid nothing. If I was intimidated before. I was freaking the hell out now.
“Sit here.” He pulled my body down so I was facing him, my legs straddling him like before. The plane jolted, my body slammed against his, the friction, the feel of our bodies was hot. And good. So good, that if I just moved a little more, a little faster.
“Ride me,” he whispered in my ear. “Hard.”
Was that what I was doing?
“And get out of your damn head.” His mouth met mine in a long, languid kiss. I was dizzy with the sensation of him pressed against me, along with his tongue in my mouth.
He deepened the kiss, moaning as I moved against him more.
The turbulence hit again. I fell against him harder.
“Fuck.” He breathed against my neck. “Just like that, let your body take over…”
“But—”
He gripped my hips, his teeth nibbling on my neck between kisses as he thrust me against him. The turbulence, or maybe the universe, agreed because each time we hit a bump it was like our bodies fought to join one another.
Sensations built up within me, impossible to stop the need to move faster, harder against him.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “Let go, sweetheart.”
The plane jolted.
And so did I as something broke around me, maybe it was my body, my heart, a mixture of both. It felt — too good to be true.
Without giving me any time to think about what just happened, Sergio picked me up by the butt and tossed me onto the bed, kicking off his black boxer briefs, and then very slowly tugging my thong down my legs.
This was happening.
The sensations were gone.
Replaced with a bit of trepidation as a man who I’d seen snap other men in half, hovered his powerful godlike body over me.
He was both beast and prince.
The lines of his body were breathtaking. He wore scars of his battles on his perfect skin, his strong jaw clenched as he lowered his body, closer, and closer, until finally we were skin to skin.
I let out a gasp as he slowly teased my entrance. “You’re ready for me….”
“How do you know?” Pressure built inside of me again, an intense need for something I didn’t know how to vocalize.
“Trust me.” His lips grazed my ear, and then he was kissing me again. This kiss was different, almost violent in nature, so easy to get caught up in, all consuming. Our breathing was one. And then he sank into me.
Completely.
I gasped and then let out a pathetic whimper.
He covered my mouth with his then pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s never easy the first time.”
“That’s it?” I frowned, slightly disappointed.
He grinned as his body moved in and out, building up a slow cadence, allowing me to get used to the fullness. “Hell, no.”
I nodded.
Once.
Twice.
He shifted so he could reach between our bodies. Everything about his body was heavy, massive, sweaty, as his calloused palm pressed firmly against my core, the aching sensation intensified as he thrust into me again and again.
My mouth fell open with a moan as he kissed the side of my neck, and whispered, “Open your eyes.”
“Don’t want to.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“Watch me fuck you.”
Maybe I was scandalized, or shocked, or a mixture of both, but I opened my eyes and what I saw wasn’t what he described.
He thought he was.
He wanted it to be simple.
But there was nothing but tenderness as he slowed his pace and lengthened each thrust so deep I thought I was going to combust.
“Yes,” I whimpered clawing at his back. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please…” I tugged his mouth down to mine and kissed it tenderly changing the way I clung to him, embracing him, showing him with my body that this was more — we were more than what he was making it. “Make love to me, Sergio. Make me forget everything but us.”
A pained expression crossed his features as he thrust one last time, his body pressing mine into the bed as his mouth found mine in a punishing kiss.
Something shifted in that moment between us when I cried out and he collapsed against me.