“I won’t let you go, Santiago. I won’t. Hold onto me and don’t let me go.”
He buried his face in my neck and held me tight. My fingers brushed over the light trail of hair down his abs under his shirt, and I moved to the floor between his legs. I pulled down his sweatpants and took them off his legs.
His form went rigid. “Jill—”
I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock and stroked his hard length. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Firefly.”
“I want to make my old man feel good.”
His chest rose on an intake of breath. His head falling back, he let out a small groan. My lips nuzzled his lean middle and his tight wall of muscles, which shuddered under my touch.
“Baby—”
I took his cock into my mouth and sucked long and deep and slow. My one hand stroked his base, the other curling around his rigid thigh.
Wash the sorrow from him.
His hips rocked toward me as he let out a long hiss of air. “Fuck, Jill.”
I let out a moan as I took him in quicker. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I wanted to swallow him whole, shake him to his core, claim every last drop of him.
His hands dug into my hair and twisted as his pelvis moved. “Fuck! Yes. Ah, shit. Shit, Jill! Your fucking mouth.” He gasped, as if he were in pain, an unrelenting delicious pain—of which, he only wanted more. “Suck it harder. Don’t fucking stop. Oh…oh, fuck. Jill, Jill. Oh, yeah…”
He chanted my name over and over again as he watched me, his breaths ragged. My mouth ached, my neck stiffened, my knees hurt, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted him to come, to come big, and I wanted to swallow it all. All my admiration and thrill for him went into my lips and tongue and throat, taking him in, taking him higher.
I worshipped, I revered, I venerated.
His glorious thick cock throbbed and pulsed against the back of my throat. My one hand stroked and rubbed his balls with my spit as both his hands fisted tightly in my hair. He grunted loudly, his eyes glinting at me.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re taking me all the way in, aren’t you, Firefly? Ah, shit, all the way. So good. So fucking good.”
My heart soared, and my fingers dug into his hard rear as I took him all in.
“I’m coming, Firefly. I’m coming for you.”
His body suddenly stiffened against me, and thick warm spurts filled my throat as he groaned. I sucked and swallowed until he went limp in my mouth. He lifted me up his sweaty body and held me, his choppy breathing filling my ear.
He took me upstairs to his bed where he peeled my clothes off. His mouth explored every curve of my enflamed body until I trembled. This was need. This was aching for something greater, higher, fuller. I ached for him—not just a high or a release, but for this man. His every touch had significance. His every kiss was a promise.
A tremor surged through me. “Take me, take me.”
Boner entered me with one long, slow thrust. He made love to me, our breaths mingling, as we clung to each other. He laid a trail of kisses across my throat as he moved inside me.
Surging over me, he pressed his mouth against my ear, his choked groans filling my soul.
“You have me. That feeling in there?” His hand pressed into my chest. “That’s me wrapped around your heart, squeezing. I love you, Firefly.”
He thrust deep inside me, and I came, my hands digging into his hair, relishing the thick ropes of silk between my fingers as my heart exploded.
He let out a low moan. “If that bright life could come true, I’d want it with you.”
BONER WOKE ME UP the next morning with his fingers between my legs, his mouth at my neck. Groaning softly in my ear, he slid into me from behind, and I gripped his hand at my breast, pushing back against him. His hair cascaded over my shoulder, like a silk shawl. He took us to a sweet, sweet place, sweeping us over a rich, tender crest of sensation.
After, I watched him dress in the darkness, hiding half of my face in the pillows. “What time is it?”
“Five,” he replied.
He soundlessly moved about the bedroom in the dark, like a creature of the night. Fingers skidded across my shoulders. My hair was pushed off to the side, and his lips brushed my skin.
“Can I make you coffee before you go? Breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something at the clubhouse. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the side of my face, his hair creating a light drape around us.
“Be careful. Please.”
“Always am.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on my belly.
“Be extra careful now.” I reached for him and pulled him to me, kissing him. His mouth tasted minty. “Extra, extra careful, okay? For me.”
His eyes pulled together, and he drew his index finger down over my lips.
“All for you, Jillee.”
And then he was gone.