“You home?” Trixie asked.
I looked at Eddie. He was watching my mouth move.
“I’m with Eddie.”
“Good. Have a great day. We’l see you at 5:30.”
“Right,” I said. “Can I talk to Mom?” But she’d already disconnected.
Damn!
Everyone was conspiring against me.
I flipped the phone shut. It rang again immediately but Eddie plucked it out of my hand.
“Stop doing that,” I snapped.
He tossed it in my purse and then turned me so my back was to the door and started walking forward, forcing me to walk back.
“They’l leave a message,” he said. One of his hands was stil up my shirt, his other hand went low and up the shirt as wel . They met, then separated, one going up my back, the other one cupping my behind. The whole time, he walked me backwards.
His mouth came to mine and he brushed his lips there and then they trailed down my neck, we cleared the kitchen door and he was moving toward the bedroom.
I thought wildly of how to delay.
“I’ve decided what I want to say,” I announced, even though I hadn’t, but if he stopped, I’d wing it.
“Later,” he said against my neck, his hand on my bottom coming up and then dipping in my undies, to cup me skin to skin.
It felt good.
Jet, focus, I told myself.
“It’s important,” I said out loud.
He pushed me into the hal , his mouth coming to mine.
“This is important, that’l wait until later,” he said against my mouth and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
Next thing I knew, my nipples were tingling, my doo-da was quivering, I was kissing him back and my legs hit the bed.
The minute they did, he stopped and his hands swept away the t-shirt and he tossed it aside.
“Eddie…” I was half in a daze, half in denial.
He pushed me back a bit and looked down at me.
“I haven’t even seen you properly, Cari?a,” he muttered.
He took a long look and then his hands went to the middle of my back and gently pushed up, arching it. He was murmuring in Spanish and I was thinking my last thoughts of escape before his head bent and his mouth found my nipple.
“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth not control ed by my brain.
His mouth moved on me and I lost al thoughts of escape. Instead, I pul ed his t-shirt free of his jeans and slid my hands under it, taking a moment to explore the muscles and skin on his back as his mouth moved to my other breast.
Then I was done with exploring his back and even though it dislodged his head, I pul ed the tee up, he came up with it and I yanked it free. His mouth came down on mine but it was me who kissed him and that was, wel … that.
It al went total y out of control; mouths, hands and tongues, everywhere. Eventual y I managed to undo three of the buttons on his jeans, then gave up with impatience and slid my hand down his crotch outside the jeans. Feeling him rock hard, I decided I wasn’t happy with the jeans in my way so I went inside the jeans and wrapped my hand around so I went inside the jeans and wrapped my hand around him.
He was going commando.
Um… yum.
He growled into my mouth, his hand went around my wrist and pul ed it away. I made a sound of protest that was lost when he pushed me back. I fel onto the bed and started to come up but instead, watched him flip off his shoes and pul down his jeans. I had the barest second to catch a glimpse of him, and, in that second, feel a hint of panic at his size. Then he reached forward and tore my panties down my legs, tossing them aside.
I was so stunned and turned on, al thoughts of his size flew out of my head.
He put a knee to the bed, spread my legs and moved over me, his warm body settling on me, pressing against me, everywhere.
“Please tel me you’re on the pil ,” he muttered in my ear.
I suffered terrible cramps and hemorrhaging during my periods, I’d been on the pil since I was seventeen to control it.
Of course, I didn’t tel him this.
“I’m on the pil ,” I said.
Immediately, he slid inside me.
His mouth had moved and was against mine and, the minute he moved inside me, mine opened in a silent groan.
He was big, he fil ed me deep and it felt beautiful.
He moved, not slow, not gentle, not leading into anything and not messing around.
It was fast, it was hard and it was rough.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms under his pits, hands holding onto his shoulders. I just managed to whisper the word “harder” into his ear before it overwhelmed me and I came.
Not quiet, not delicate, but a ful -on, neck arching, limbs tensing, “ohmigod-ohmigod” moaning orgasm.
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