The Spanish Love Deception

by Elena Armas

  Aaron grunted, opening his eyes back and finding mine. “I could come only with your taste. With you in my arms like this.”

  So primal, so basic, so hot.

  I couldn’t begin to articulate an answer, to move. He must have seen that because one of his arms went below my legs and the other one around my back. Picking me up from the floor, he carried me to the bed and placed me on the top of the velvety linen.

  Aaron stood to one side of the bed, his fingers flying at the buttons of his shirt.

  One of them unclasped, his chest peeking out of the fabric. My hands itched to touch him. That was what tore through my absorption. I wouldn’t let him get that away from me. I wanted the privilege of undressing him. Crawling across the bed as my gaze zeroed in on that next button, I made my way to him. Straightening on my knees when I reached him.

  “I want to do this.” My hands replaced his, taking infinite pleasure in every little button that came undone under my fingers. One by one, I worked down his torso. Feeling how Aaron’s chest swayed up and down, his breath coming in and out heavily. When I was done, I shed him of his shirt, discarding it to the floor.

  If I had thought his chest was flawless the day I had seen it for the first time, now—with everything else, with every powerful emotion humming under my skin—it was simply heavenly. My palms landed on the taut skin, and I was catapulted straight into heaven.

  My fingertips memorized every mount and valley, every inch of skin that seemed to have been sculpted in stone. Tight, smooth, glorious.

  All of him for me.

  Grazing my nails down his chest, I reached his stomach. Aaron shivered under my touch. Not satisfied, I slid my fingers further down, following the thin line of dark hair. Enthralled, my gaze devoured every one of my motions. God, there wasn’t enough time in a lifetime for me to get tired of this sight. Of him under my hands.

  Reaching the button of his pants, I looked up. Just in time to watch Aaron’s jaw bunching, the blue in his eyes glazing. My fingertips brushed lower, feeling him thick and hot through the dark fabric of his suit. He grunted, pushing his hips up into my hands.

  My knees wobbled under my weight, my head lighter as I grazed my palm over him.

  Aaron’s head dipped, his lips falling on my temple, brushing a kiss there. His hands came up and landed on top of mine. Fumbling with the button together, we undid it. Next was the zipper, and I …

  Hesitated. Froze.

  Even if I felt like I would implode if I didn’t bring that zipper down, I hesitated. My fingers shook with the thought.

  We are doing this. And fuck … this feels like more than sex. It feels like so much more.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Aaron whispered against my temple.

  Looking up, I searched his face. How could I tell him that all my bravado had somehow died? That my hands shook with need but that I realized I didn’t really know what I was doing? What we were doing?

  Aaron released a breath, his jaw setting with decision. Something clicked behind his eyes.

  He took both my hands in his and placed them above his chest. “My heart is beating a million miles an hour too. Do you feel that?”

  I nodded my head, some of my fear dissipating.

  Then, he brought my hands against his hard length. “Do you feel this too, Lina? Do you feel how hard I am in my pants?” He punctuated both his questions by thrusting his hips into my palms.

  I exhaled through my nose at the throbbing contact.

  “Yes. It’s all because of you. It’s you who makes my cock this hard. And it’s you who makes my heart want to plunder out of my chest with a brief touch or a simple look. But it’s nothing to be scared of. We are in this together, remember?”

  His words fueled something inside of me, unearthing the need from beneath my sudden insecurities. My doubts. My fears.

  I dipped my head, placing a kiss above his heart. “We are.” Then, my hand moved over the fabric of his pants, palming his length. Very slowly.

  Aaron groaned, and I felt his lips falling on my temple again. He placed an encouraging kiss there. “Take me out.”

  I obliged. I was at his mercy. I’d do anything if he asked. So, I unzipped his pants, zeroing in on the bulge contained in his boxers. Following his demand, I slid down both his pants and underwear. Just enough so his length sprang free. My fingers circled him, giving him one single stroke.

  A strangled sound emerged from Aaron’s body. “Jesus, that feels so good.”

  Stroking him once again, I relished in the feel of his cock between my fingers, smooth and hard, throbbing under my touch. I wondered how it’d feel under my tongue. Following my hasty impulse, I leaned down, hearing Aaron’s gasp at my sudden change in position. I placed my lips on his shaft, circling him then with my mouth, making contact with my tongue.

  God. All the blood in my body pooled down in my center, my need pulsating and piercing every one of my senses.

  Taking hold of my hair, Aaron pulled delicately. “Baby.” He tugged at my hair again. This time, his hips reared back, just enough to make me stop. “I want this—I do—but I’m not going to come in your mouth tonight.”

  Moving his hands to my shoulders, he pulled me up. In a deliriously swift move, he had me on my back. In another one, he got rid of his pants and boxers.

  Aaron is naked.

  Every single thing about him was solid and delectable. Big. Powerful. Perfect.

  And all for me.

  My breath hitched at the thought.

  Hungry blue eyes, which I would gladly get lost in, swiped up and down my body as I lay on the bed. Just as I wanted to learn by heart the lines delineating his flexed arms and chest, memorize that jutting thickness that had me licking my lips, commit to memory those powerful thighs that had always driven me crazy. I wanted to tattoo all of it in my mind. Keep it forever.

  Aaron walked to his toiletry bag, which rested atop the small dresser in front of the bed, and grabbed a foil package.

  Walking up to the bed, he let the condom fall on top of the covers, right beside me. I followed all his movements, enthralled, unable to move myself.

  Looking down at me with burning intensity, Aaron brought his hand to his length and pumped his hardness. One hard pump.

  “I don’t know how I’m going to take this slow,” he rasped, giving his cock another rough and hard thrust with his fist.

  “Then, don’t,” I begged, eating up the image before me. Stopping myself from pouncing on him. “Don’t take it slow. I want all of you. All around me. Inside of me. Everywhere.”

  Before my own words registered, Aaron was on top of me, his mouth devouring mine. Devouring me. His hips between my open legs, which I had wrapped around his waist. His pulsating thickness nestled against me.

  “These need to come off. Now,” Aaron grated in my ear as his fingers fumbled with the flimsy fabric of my panties.

  Next thing I knew, they were on the floor, and Aaron was settled between my thighs once more, nothing between us. Right where I needed him. Where he seemed to belong. He went on his knees, granting me the view of his large and hard body.

  The pace of my breath increased. My blood swirled.

  Reaching for the condom, he ripped open the foil and rolled it down his length, his eyes remaining on mine.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, lying right there. All for me.” His gaze softened, reaching into my heart and pulling something out, leaving a little hole behind. One that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to fill again.

  Aaron bent down, his lips falling somewhere beside my hip, grazing the skin all the way to the junction of my thighs. He placed a kiss there. Then another one. And another one. He grunted and then dipped lower, as if he couldn’t help himself, his tongue delving into my center.

  The contact was brief, but it sent my senses flying, a moan breaking out of me.

  Pleasure erupted out of that point. Spreading out like electricity, snapping every nerve ending in my body.
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  Aaron’s reaction was immediate, his whole body coming alive, bustling. His lips made its way up my body, leaving a trail of charring kisses. Brushing soft kisses along my jaw, neck, and shoulders. And when his weight finally settled over me, I could only reach for his face with my hands. Bringing him to my mouth, I kissed him. Slowly but intently. Leaving both of us panting.

  “Aaron,” I whispered between heavy breaths, “is this real?” I couldn’t believe it; it felt like a dream. Like I would wake up at any moment.

  Aaron looked into my eyes, probably peeking into a place deep within me. One that I didn’t have access to myself. But in return, he granted me that access himself. Everything we felt, all that had been buried and denied, surfaced. Bared. We were stripped of all pretenses before the other. Exposed.

  “This is as real as it gets. As anything will ever be.” He brushed a kiss against the corner of my lips.

  His words, the raw openness in the blue of his gaze, the heat of his body, the way it wrapped around me … all of it made my heart burst. Made every cell in my body shake violently and blow up into a million fragments.

  Aaron must have felt the same because our bodies emerged from the fog and went into a frenzy. His fingers and tongue outlined my body. Lips, neck, collarbone, breasts. Everything burned under Aaron’s lips. His hips rocked against my core, pushing his length between my legs, the tip sliding down with every sway of his body until reaching my entrance.

  When he lifted his mouth from my seared skin, his gaze returned to my eyes. Asking permission without words.

  “Yes. Yes.” I accompanied my answer with a push of my hips into him. “Please,” I breathed, pushing again. Feeling how his cock slid inside me just a sliver. Not enough.

  Placing a kiss on my collarbone, Aaron finally pressed into me. One slow and deep thrust, filling me completely and sending my head, my body, my soul to a whole new galaxy.

  “God,” I whimpered, blissfully full.

  Aaron’s grunt fell against my temple. “Oh fuck, baby.” His hips rocked, retreating and sliding back in with more force now, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me. His mouth nuzzled my neck. “That sound, Catalina.” He thrust in again. “It’s going to be my end.” Another one followed.

  My hands flew to his hair, pulling it with my fingers, goading him to lose the remains of his restraint.

  And he did. With another grunt, Aaron thrust into me harder, pushing my whole body up. I moaned, certain I’d drown in the waves of pleasure rocking my body.

  “Grab on to the headboard,” Aaron growled, taking hold of my wrists and bringing them up himself.

  I obeyed, closing my fists around the bars, hoping they’d resist our attack.

  “I need this,” I whimpered. “Need more.”

  Aaron rocked into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace gave away all remnants of control. “You need me,” he grunted, thrusting into me even faster.

  My back arched in return.

  “You don’t need this.” He plunged into me hard. Then, he did it again. Harder. “It’s me you need.”

  God, didn’t he know—wasn’t it painfully obvious—that I did?

  Another brisk thrust. “Say it.”

  “Yes,” I moaned, my body losing all its strength under the waves of pleasure. “You, Aaron. I need you.”

  That last word broke the thin grasp of sanity he had seemed to be holding on to. And his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm. They came harder, faster, deeper. All of it at once. Aaron rocked into me with abandon. Our flesh clashed together while I remained holding on to the headboard and watched his body move above me. His cock slid in and out of me, the muscles of his abs flexing. His rounded shoulders bunched. All of it jamming me closer and closer to the edge.

  “I want to feel you milking me, baby,” Aaron said before stealing my mouth. One of his hands flew to my breasts, closing over my rosy peak. “Come for me,” he demanded in a husky voice. “Come on my cock.”

  His words, his feral rhythm, his body pinning mine—all of it made my eyelids flutter shut. My body burned. Blazed with every thrust.

  A desperate plea escaped my lips. “Aaron.”

  “Look at me. I want you to look at me.”

  He lifted my weight, placing me against his chest. He moved me, burrowing himself into me from below, lifting and pressing me into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt the high coming alive. I tugged at his hair. Hard.

  Aaron pulled both my arms behind my back, securing my wrists with one hand. My back arched.

  “Look at you, at my mercy.” He increased the rhythm of my hips, of the way he jerked me onto his cock. “Just where I’ve wanted you all this time.”

  One deep and hard thrust after, Aaron’s jaw tightened at the same time his other hand reached between us, his fingers landing above the spot where we were connected. Circling, rubbing. And before I could do anything about it, I was sent flying. Right at the same time as I felt Aaron pulsating his release inside of me.

  My name left him in an animalistic growl. Pure, unadulterated bliss shocked me as the motion of his hips continued, his thrusts growing slower, riding us both through the climax. His arms tightened around me, his face burrowed in my neck, the outline of our bodies a blur until his hips came to a stop.

  We remained right there, suspended in time. The beating of our hearts against each other’s skin and the soothing rhythm of his pulse under my touch.

  Eventually, Aaron pulled out of me and laid us on our side, his arms still wrapped around me. He nestled me against his chest, and I knew I was ruined for any other embrace. Nothing else could ever compare.

  He brushed a kiss against my hair. Then one against my temple, leaving his lips there for a long moment. “Was that too much?”

  I turned my face into his chest and placed my lips above his heart. “No, never.” And I meant it. “I …” I trailed off, my voice turning into a whisper. “I liked how you lost control. I liked it a lot.”

  “Careful.” I felt his hand on my hair, his palm brushing down the tousled locks. “If you get any more perfect, I’m going to believe you were made just for me.”

  My lips curled up in a giddy smile with the thought, and I had to press my mouth into his chest, so I wouldn’t say what was on my mind. Keep me. It’s the least you can do if I was.

  After a few minutes, Aaron shifted. My arms locked tighter around his neck. “I need to take care of the condom, baby.”

  He tried pushing away, but I refused to let him go. His chuckle came light and sunny and just like a blow to the chest. It distracted me enough for him to slip out.

  I whimpered, disappointed and cold. I guessed I was a greedy woman when it came to cuddles.

  Or perhaps it was when it came to him.

  “I’ll be back before you blink, promise.”

  Luckily for him, he was. And the sight he treated me to as he strolled, flawlessly naked, across the room helped his case. Once back on the bed, he wrapped himself around me, tucking me to his side. He pulled the light comforter over us and hummed with deep, sultry content.

  Yep, I thought. Same here.

  “See?” he said against my hair. “Not even a full minute.”

  I sighed into his chest. “I’m needy, okay?” I admitted, unashamed. “And I’m not talking just snuggles needy. I’m spider-monkey needy.” I made my point, throwing my leg over his and my arm over his chest, tangling our bodies in a way that I guessed wasn’t anywhere close to being cute.

  Somehow, even with my face buried in his neck, I knew he was smiling. Then, his chest rumbled, confirming that he wasn’t just doing that.

  “Are you laughing at my misfortune?”

  “I wouldn’t dare. Just enjoying you being all greedy with me, spider monkey.” His palm trailed down my spine, stopping at my backside. He squeezed. “But if you don’t behave, we will never manage to get any sleep tonight. And as devastating as it is, I only had that condom.”

  My grip on him loosened a little, “
Did you … expect this to happen?” I asked, thinking of him slipping a condom in his luggage. A rush of anticipation rose beneath my skin.

  “No,” he answered softly. His fingers making their way up my back. “But I’m not going to lie to you; a big part of me hoped it would, and maybe that’s why I left it in. It had been in there forever anyway, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt.”

  “I’m happy you did,” I told him truthfully, and his hand came to rest at the nape of my neck. His fingers slipped in, tangling with my hair. “It’s too bad you didn’t think of throwing in more.”

  The sound that came out of Aaron’s throat gave me life. “Oh yeah?”

  Instead of answering what I hoped was a rhetorical question—because how could I not mourn the loss of more mind-blowing sex like that?—a different question popped up in my mind.

  “Can I ask you something?” I ventured, leaning back so I could look at his face.

  Aaron’s head tilted back too, finding my eyes. “You can ask me anything.”

  “How in the world is your Spanish so good?”

  His lips tugged up sheepishly.

  “Seriously,” I continued, grilling him for an answer. “I had no idea you spoke a word of Spanish. You never told me you were so good at it.” I watched his eyes sparkle at the compliment. I liked putting that there. Just as much as I liked making him smile. “To think that you might have understood all the names I called you.”

  He sighed, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I really didn’t.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You said everything had to go absolutely perfect.”

  I searched his face for the meaning behind that. “So, you just … what? Started a crash course before flying here?”

  It had been a joke, but Aaron shrugged his shoulders.

  Understanding sank in slowly. “Oh my God, you did,” I said under my breath. For me. He did that for me.