by Tamara Lush
This is exactly what I’ve wanted for days. He leans into me, and I fall back on the sofa. His body is on top of mine, and it’s heavy and perfect.
“Please, may I kiss you?” he asks in a husky voice.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you? You can kiss me wherever you want, whenever you want."
He does, on my mouth, his lips pliable and sensual. I break away. “You’re the best kisser in the entire world,” I blurt.
He responds by pressing his lips to my forehead and laughing.
We kiss and kiss, and I want to put my hands everywhere. In his messy hair, on his face, wrapped around his biceps.
He pushes himself up on one forearm and gazes at me with blazing, dark eyes. The feel of his thumb tracing my bottom lip makes me impossibly wet, and I open my mouth to suck on his thumb while staring at him. He shifts so that his knee is between my legs and he presses against me. I thrust, and he presses. I thrust and I throb, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. He takes his thumb out of my mouth and watches me as I arch and rub myself on him. A little cry escapes my mouth when I find the right spot of friction and my eyes fly to his. I swear his darken and flutter when he sees how turned on I am.
“So … fucking … perfect,” he groans.
He claims my mouth again, and I maneuver my legs so I can wrap them around his waist. His erection presses hard into me, and I suck in a breath. I’m coiled tight, and all I want is him. Now.
“Well, this escalated quickly, didn’t it?” My voice comes out in a purr. He laughs and grinds into me, and I open my mouth, my breath coming in shallow waves. I’m wearing a green cotton dress, which by this time has traveled up my thighs with the help of Diego’s hand that’s skimming up my bare leg. His other hand is sprawled on my face, and his thumb is back in my mouth.
He flutters kisses over my jaw, down my neck and onto the tops of my breasts, leaving a scorching trail in his wake. When his lips brush over my clothed nipple, I whimper.
“I’ve wanted you for weeks,” I murmur.
He lifts his head and shifts his weight onto his knees. Grinning, he slides his hand up my thigh, gently spreading my leg open. My breathing turns fast when he spans his hand at my bikini line. I look down to see his hand at the edge of my thigh, near my white cotton panties. With a slow motion of his thumb, he strokes the damp fabric. I’m glad I’m lying down, because I feel dizzy, blazing hot, from his touch.
“I’ve wanted you for years,” he says softly, then he says something in Spanish that I don’t understand.
He repeats one word in Spanish, and I recognize it as something he said in our past: “mojada.”
Wet.
I feel like I’m dissolving into the sofa. He toys with the elastic at the edges of my panties, then strokes the wet fabric again. What I want is a release, but it’s hard for me to articulate that in my fuzzy state of mind. “Diego, please,” is all I can muster.
What is it that I want? His touch, I guess. An end to the throbbing need I have that’s centered around my clitoris. As he strokes the skin of my bikini line with a gossamer touch, the need widens, like a bull's eye, encompassing my entire body. But I want more than an orgasm. I want us to finally submit to each other, and allow me to discover if our desire for each other is as explosive as I think it is. I want to know if this thing between us is real.
“Now? You want me now? How about this first?” he murmurs, pressing his thumb firmly on my clit and rubbing in circles. The fabric between his thumb and my skin heightens the almost painful desire I have for him.
“How about you take off my panties?” I whisper.
He nods, seriously. I close my legs and shiver as I feel him slip the lace down my legs.
Instead of immediately diving back in with his hand, he leans forward and kisses me while keeping the weight of his body off me. Somehow it’s even more carnal now that I don’t have underwear on. His hand goes in between my legs, and I spread.
“This isn’t what you wanted, is it?” he whispers in a wicked and teasing tone.
I gasp when I feel his finger brush lightly over my clit. “Yes, it’s exactly what I wanted.”
I allow my eyes to close and sigh with pleasure. His fingers stroke my outer labia lightly and a fresh wave of wetness appears. Unlike when Diego and I were first together, I’m familiar with my body’s rhythms. When I’d left Palmira, I wanted to embrace my sexuality and no longer be ashamed of my body after the photo debacle. So I taught myself to orgasm. Bought e-books on the female body and studied hard. Most guys, I’ve found, don’t know how to get a woman off, so I figured I’d at least learn to take care of myself.
Which is why I know exactly how turned on I am; usually, it takes me a while to get wet.
Not today.
I know when I’m on the road to Orgasmville. Right now, I’m in the express lane — and it would take about a minute if Diego knew exactly where to touch me. Part of me wants him to explore and seduce and ratchet the tension, but another part wants to come rightnow.
I’m impatient today, after these weeks of being around him.
Opening my legs wider, I hope he’ll be able to magically find my perfect spot. His fingers stroke and circle, but they’re a tease, not a promise. I look down and watch his hand stroking me.
“Crazy sexy, right?” he asks.
“God yes.” His middle finger is now buried deep inside of me, and I gasp. I can’t wait to have him inside me. He slowly tantalizes me by pulling his finger out and rubbing my clit with a back and forth motion. His fingers are obviously wet.
I need to come.
“I’ve changed a little bit since we were together,” I say, covering his hand between my legs with my own, following him as he rubs me.
“In what way? You still feel exactly the same, which is wet and tight and perfect.”
I grin. “Remember how I couldn’t orgasm? Well, I’ve learned.” I see a brief flash in Diego’s eyes, something pained, and I follow up quickly.
“I taught myself.”
Diego stops playing with me, and I tilt my hips an inch, trying to make contact between my spot and his fingers. His eyes grow wide in an I-can’t-believe-this-I’m-the-luckiest-guy-in-the-world way. I giggle.
“Want me to show you where I’m turned on the most?”
“Yeah, of course. But can I be the one to make you come?” He grins. “I mean, I’m down with watching, too, but you know it was always a personal mission of mine to see you orgasm.”
“Oh, you can check this off your bucket list. I’ll show you my perfect spot.”
He groans and sits up to watch as I spread my labia open.
“I think you have a lot of perfect spots, Cata. Oh fuck. Look at you.”
“So, you remembered where my clit was,” I tease, circling the nub.
Diego presses the heel of his hand into his crotch, where there’s a bulge of an erection. “Yeah,” he says, roughly.
“And you remembered that I like it when you put your finger in here,” I say, dipping one finger inside me.
“I’d haven't forgotten that.”
“And so here’s what I discovered during a lot of trial and error.” I adjust my body, and I’m totally open for him. I smile as I watch his hand dip down his pants. He grins bashfully.
“Sorry. Adjusting. Tell me what you discovered. Wait. Want to tell me what you thought about during that self-discovery period?”
I laugh low and throaty. “A lot of it involved what you were doing with your hand.”
Diego growls, and his eyes go between my legs.
“So, I’ve learned that if I touch the side of my clit right here,” my index finger, which is shiny with my own juices and deep blue nail polish, grazes my sensitive skin, “that I will come in minutes. The pressure has to be light and the pace slow.”
A flush appears at the top of Diego’s chiseled cheekbones as he watches me. He’s breathing hard and his lips part.
“Can I try?” Diego says in a husky voice.<
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I nod. “Come lay next to me.”
He does, stretching out on his side. His finger replaces mine.
“A little lighter,” I whisper.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Oh God,” I pant.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I nod. His finger, because it’s bigger, is able to make more contact with my skin. Combined with the slow flicker, my body bursts into action. I let out a long sigh, and then my orgasm hits me, hard.
I gasp sharply and cry out. Diego stops for a beat. “No, I mean, yes, keep going,” I beg. He does, and I pant some more until I close my legs and roll into his body. He wraps an arm around me.
“Wow. You really did learn to orgasm.” He murmurs. “I hope that was as incredible for me as it was for you.”
I laugh, hard. “It was, and you know why?”
He shakes his head.
“You’re the first man who’s ever given me an orgasm.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I just lost my orgasm virginity to you.”
“But you’ve had sex…” his voice trails off.
“Yeah. But they’ve never taken the time to make me come. They didn’t really care if I came. You cared. You did back then, and you still do. So I feel relaxed around you. And that, combined with your discovery of my special spot…” I snuggle into his chest and grin.
Diego growls again, and my hand goes between his legs. “Your turn,” I whisper.
He flips on his back, and I straddle him. My hand goes under his shirt, and I roam his smooth skin, biting my lip as I watch his face form a half-smile-half snarl. Fuck, he is so rawly sexy.
My hands go to his waistband and I’m both easing his pants off his hips and debating whether to immediately take him in my mouth or stroke him for a bit when I hear Sawyer’s voice coming from the television.
“Aaaaand I’m waiting for Apathetic Fire to take over. Paging AF…Please pick up the white courtesy telephone…”
I gasp and stop undressing him. “Diego! You’re supposed to be on right now.”
His eyes, which were drowsy and half focused on me, widen. The lust filled grin is replaced with a startled grimace. “Shit. I’ve gotta go. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
When he sits up, I sigh and hoist my body into an upright position. “Trust me, no one’s more disappointed than me.”
Diego chuckles, the easy, sexy sound reverberating through my body. He leans over to kiss me with soft, pliable lips and his smell washes over me. I want to submerge myself in his scent, the delicious citrus, and caramel fragrance.
“You wanted this?” He leans in and kisses me while taking my hand and putting it over his erection.
“Mm-hmm. For a long time.” We kiss furiously, then he breaks away, running a hand through his black hair and blowing out a breath.
“I’ll see you later, Cata.”
“Wait,” I say, pressing my body against his as he’s trying to button his shirt.
He groans when my mouth hovers at his ear.
“I’m going to have to go home to help my mom pack. Will you come over later?”
My question is met with an affirmative grunt and a kiss.
“What do you want to do with me later?” I whisper.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and growls into my ear. “Get my fingers and my tongue and something else inside of you.”
Now it’s my turn to groan.
Chapter Seventeen
DIEGO
I’m feeling invincible when I Face Time Cata later that night after I’m done gaming. Everything I’ve worked for is about to pay off. Everything I’ve ever wanted is within reach. I feel primal, raw, on top of the fucking world.
“Are you coming over?” is the first thing out of her mouth. No hello, only an intense, sexy stare. I laugh. She’s the cutest when she’s eager.
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course I want you to. Are you joking?” That’s Cata’s signature line.
I laugh. “Are you waiting for me in bed?”
“Answer me,” she pouts.
“So demanding and impatient. Jeez.”
I watch her huff and shift against her pillows. She’s wearing a little white tank top, and I can see the outline of her nipples. They’re puckered and hard. My cock responds, and I think about tilting the camera to show her but decide against it.
Waiting two weeks to have any kind of physical contact has been the best thing for us, and for my desire. I’m constantly horny around her, and in some fucked-up way, it’s inspired me into being hyper-focused on my business -- and on winning her at all costs. Both goals require patience and a reminder that it’s the long game that matters. Not temporary, short-term pleasure. I came so close to that earlier on the sofa with her, though. She was too tempting in her little dress and her wildflower perfume.
The video’s jumpy when she rearranges herself on the bed, and I catch a glimpse of her bare legs and black lace panties. Combined with her long, blonde hair and dark glasses, the whole package is like my kryptonite.
I groan out loud. “You’re teasing me.”
“No, you’re the one who teased me this afternoon. So I’ll stop teasing now if you hang up and drive to my house. Are you coming over?”
“No.” I grin. This is going to be fun, what I’m about to tell her.
The corners of her mouth turn down, and her voice stops being playful. She moves the phone closer to her face. “Why?”
“Because I have to get some rest tonight because I'm going to Miami tomorrow.”
She moves the phone away from her face and tilts her head. “What? Explain.”
“Do you remember how I said that I’ve been in touch with that company about selling Gamerhouse? Well, the CEO emailed me earlier this week. I didn’t want to tell you until I had everything lined up. He’s going to be in Miami and wants to meet.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh. So I guess I won’t see you this weekend.” It’s so cute, how disappointed she sounds.
“Well, I asked if I could bring my Vice President of Communications along, and he said yes.”
A huge smile spreads across her face. “Diego!” she squeals. “That’s amazing!”
“I need you there.”
“So I’m the Vice President of Communications? Did I get a promotion?”
“Yes. You did. Which means I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at eight. We have to be at the executive airport by nine-thirty. Sergei and Sahara have booked a private jet for us.”
Her mouth drops open but nothing comes out, and the video on the screen goes black.
“Sorry! Sorry! I dropped the phone,” she shouts, the screen flashing and moving until she comes back into focus.
I can tell by her grin that she’s impressed. Excellent. Now comes the really good part. “Pack enough for the weekend, baby girl. I’ve reserved a suite for us on South Beach at the Tides Hotel.”
She laughs and looks so sexy when she tilts her head back and flops against her pillows.
“No way!” she squeals.
“Is that okay?” I ask in a mock-serious voice. “I thought we could have a mini-vacation. Go to that good comic book store that we went to that one time in high school. And do … whatever else we want.”
She smiles big and tosses her hair.
I let the idea of us, in a luxury hotel suite, hang in the air. I watch her inhale deeply.
“Cata, if you want to stay here, that’s okay, I can do this alone—”
“No. I’m going. It’s perfect. I want to be there for you,” she says quickly. Her brow then furrows a little, and I watch her gorgeous body climb out of bed and go to her desk, where she turns on her laptop.
“What are you doing?”
She tilts the camera toward her face, which has this sexy-serious look. “I’ve got work to do. I want to make sure we’re prepared with some facts and figures about Gamerhouse. I want to put together a high
light reel of clips, too.”
Cata rattled off a list of statistics and details and reports that we might need, things that I didn’t even think of.
“I’ll take care of it all,” she said. “You get some sleep.”
As I hung up the phone, I felt a mix of pride, lust, and relief. Of all the women I could have fallen in love with, I picked the smart one.
Chapter Eighteen
CATALINA
Diego and I are giddy when we step off the elevator and onto the tenth floor of the Tides Hotel. An hours-long lunch meeting with the company’s CEO and his vice president in the hotel’s luxurious restaurant overlooking the ocean went better than either of us dreamed. We presented the reports, talked up the company and listened as Sergei, the CEO, praised Diego for his incredible streaming game idea.
I’ve never been prouder of anyone than Diego.
“It was all you,” I said, squeezing his hand. “Sergei loves you. This is a sure thing.”
“No, it was you,” Diego said, stopping in the middle of the hallway to grab me around the waist and twirl me around. Down a corridor, a maid stops next to her cart and stares at us. We don’t care. She breaks out into a grin. I’ve been noticing that people look at us, as if we’re shooting off invisible sparks.
Maybe we are.
“You saved my ass because of those reports and statistics you drew up last night. I’m a gamer. I had no idea they’d want to see our social media metrics.” He kisses my nose.
“Whatever. You would have sealed this deal without me. Sergei said it himself – you’ve created a revolution with the streaming game concept, by merging it with reality TV.”
Diego’s smile fades, and he looks at me, seriously.
“It’s all for you,” he says, quietly. “I wanted to be successful for you.”
He dips his head and brushes his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and make a cooing noise. I need more. I need him. Between his words and that tantalizing kiss, I’m willing to do whatever he wants right in the lobby of this five-star hotel.
Diego breaks from the kiss. “Beautiful,” he growls.
