I looked away, twisting my hands on my lap. “Glen… He obviously won’t stop harassing me.”
“Then we’ll deal with him.”
“I don’t want you to get in my mess.”
“And I don’t want you to deal with it alone. You have me now.”
“Do I?” I searched for any indication that he was lying in his eyes.
“Yes.” He placed his hand on my cheek. “Only you.”
I smiled at him and took his hand into mine, feeling silly for acting so suspicious of him. He didn’t deserve that.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying my best here to beat my insecurities, but I’m obviously failing.”
“No, you’re not.” He planted a kiss on my forehead, his gaze ever so warm.
“It’s just that I’ve been through a lot of shit with Glen. What started as a perfect relationship, ended with something that left me feeling lonely, unloved, and misunderstood.”
“Did he ever hurt you physically?”
I shook my head. “No. He never assaulted me in any way. Oh, but he found other ways to hurt me. He used to control me, he manipulated me, and he was never there when I needed him. When I broke my hip in a car accident, he didn’t even care. I had to go through my physical therapy all alone, while he claimed to be super busy at his work. So in the end, I couldn’t take it anymore and I broke up with him.”
“El bastardo,” Carlos said, clenching his fists. “He couldn’t even be called a man. I’m sorry that you had to go through that, mi amor.”
“That was why I left the class the way I did last night. I couldn’t fully trust you, and I just didn’t want to get hurt again.”
“No, mi amor. I assure you that what I feel for you is real, and I’ll help you overcome everything.”
He embraced me again, and I leaned into him, seeking his body. “Thank you. You can’t possibly imagine how much this means to me. Especially now that Glen is worse than ever, and I have no idea what he’s going to do.”
“I’m here. Whatever he intends to do, he won’t be able to do it, because I’ll be there to protect you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“About that, I thought about getting a restraining order against him and changing my phone number. I think it’s the only way to deal with him now.”
“That’s a great idea. We’ll go together to the court tomorrow and do that. Also, you should probably come to my place and stay there for a few days. Or at least until you get that restraining order.”
I gaped at him. “Are you actually offering me to stay at your place?”
“Si. Yes. For as long as you want.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t, because I was instantly overwhelmed with happiness. Carlos was all that I asked for in a man and much more.
My shivers were long gone, and now that I was in his embrace, I could feel a different kind of heat taking place in the pit of my belly, and I couldn’t ignore it. I wanted him so much. I wanted to lose myself in him and feel all that pleasure that only he could make me feel.
“Carlos?”
“Hm?”
“Make love to me.”
He flashed me a smile. “Your wish is my command.”
13
His lips were soft and unhurried on mine, and my world was spinning. His hands traced my waist gently, making me feel loved and wanted, and all my worries and pain were gone. The kiss was sweet and slow, and it was like he knew exactly what I needed.
When I was with Carlos, Glen didn’t matter. I trusted him. I trusted that he was going to protect me, and I was done with putting any barriers between us. I wanted to be with Carlos more than anything, and I was ready to fight for it.
Now, as I kissed him back with everything I had, I realized I wanted to give him my all and show him what he meant to me. I had been giving in to my insecurities for far too long, and it was time for me to stop doing this to myself. Carlos had proved in more ways than one how good he was, and even with this Glen fiasco, he was still here. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I caught him by his shoulders and pressed myself against him, wanting to be one with him. His lips moved along my jaw and then down my neck, and each kiss was open-mouthed and almost painfully slow. I was burning in his arms, heat pooling my core.
“I love your skin. It’s soft as butter,” he muttered into my neck, his hands cupping my ass. “And the sounds you make when I kiss you or touch you… It’s so hot.”
“You know what’s also hot at the moment? My pussy. And it’s needing you.”
I shifted on my knees and straddled him, pressing my mound against his hard cock. His fingers dug into my flesh and pulled me closer, giving me the pressure I needed. I dry humped him, growing wetter.
“Dios mio. You’re so sexy, mi amor. I want you so much.”
I moaned his name. “I want you too, but first…” I slid off his lap, smiling seductively. “I need to touch you,” I said in a raspy voice and took his shirt off. I ran my hands across his wide chest, basking in the feeling of his toned muscles. He was chiseled to perfection.
He supported himself by placing his hands on the floor and let me touch him, watching my every move with his blazing eyes. He was shivering, his breathing becoming quicker the more I touched him.
“Baby…” He groaned when I covered his cock with my hand. He was pulsating, ready for me. I licked my lips.
“Take your clothes off.” His eyes flashed with lust.
“Si.” He moved at once and got rid of his pants and boxers in three seconds flat. My heart pumped faster at the sight of his impressive shaft. It was thick and long, and its tip was covered with precum.
I smiled. “You want me this much?”
“You have no idea.”
I wrapped my fingers around his head, and he hissed, his eyes hooding. I smeared his precum all over his head and leaned in to taste it.
“Lindsey…” He grabbed my hair when I slid my tongue around his tip, earning a few moans from him. “You’re so good.”
I returned his heated gaze, feeling powerful. I loved being able to give him this pleasure. Wrapping my fingers around his base, I took most of him inside my mouth and started sucking him, first slowly then faster. His cock jerked in my mouth, more juices pouring out of its engorged tip, and I fed on his pleasure. It only made mine increase.
As if he knew, he said, “Touch yourself.”
I moaned and pushed my hand into my skirt and panties, bobbing my head up and down his length. He cursed, his eyes pure fire as he watched my hand work underneath my skirt, and more precum poured out of him.
“You’re so hot like that. Jesus. I can’t believe how good you are.” I moved my fingers faster against my warm flesh.
I was on the verge of coming when he pressed me against the floor, raised my skirt, and slipped off my panties.
“Carlos!” His mouth latched onto my clit, and it was the most divine feeling ever. My hips jerking, I held onto him as he pleasured me with his tongue and lips. I never wanted him to stop.
Since I had already been too close to orgasming, I couldn’t last long. I came so hard that each part of me convulsed under that intensity. He was quick to get on top of me, watching me in fascination and desire.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to bury myself in you right now.” He placed my legs over his shoulders and thrust deep into me, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the contact.
“Sweet Lindsey,” he said, his face a mask of pleasure. “You’re so tight and hot. Always so good.” My walls embraced him greedily, gripping him like a fist.
He started slowly, hitting my cervix with each thrust, and it was verging on unbearable, waves and waves of pleasure hitting all of me. We didn’t take our eyes off each other as he pounded into me, going faster and faster, and I could feel another orgasm building.
“Please, don’t stop, baby. It’s so good,” I begged him, moving my hips to meet his. The pleasure spun a
nd twirled in my the pit of my stomach, never-ending.
“And it’s only going to get better.” At this, he began moving even faster, his cock ripping me apart, and I climaxed with a scream.
“Si. Take all of me. So tight.” He didn’t stop moving, which only doubled the intensity of my climax.
“Carlos!” I threw my head back, completely drowning in him.
Carlos plunged into me a few more times and stilled, reaching his own orgasm, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss that stole all my reason away.
It was official. I was addicted to him beyond repair.
Carlos couldn’t take his eyes off of me. He was constantly smiling, reaching out to touch me every few seconds, and it felt good knowing that I had such an effect on him.
“I can’t resist you,” he said.
“Good. Because I feel the same way.”
Our hands were restless as we soaped each other bodies in the shower stall, using this opportunity to touch every plane or crevice.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him after I rinsed my body.
He smirked, his finger tracing the curve of my breast. “It’s just that you’re too sexy. I like everything about you.”
“You know, when you talk like that, you only make me hotter.”
His smile grew wider. “Good. Because if it’s not already obvious, I’m ready for round two.” He pointed at his hard dick, and I let out a low moan.
“I’m also more than ready.”
He lowered his head and licked my nipple. Instantly, it turned into a hard bud, which he rewarded by wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back and grabbed his shoulders, pressing myself closer to him. He switched between one nipple to the other, giving them his undivided attention, and I was overwhelmed with sensations, each stronger than the previous one.
“You’re always so responsive. I bet that when I push my fingers into you, you’ll already be wet.”
He pressed me against the wall and traced my shoulder with his lips. Shivers ran up my spine. His hand ended its journey on my pussy, and he thrust two digits deep into me.
“Oh, Carlos…” I rolled my head against the tiles, starting to shake.
“Just as I said.” He pulled his fingers out of me, only so he could bring them to his lips. He licked them clean, tasting me. “Mmm. So delicious.”
I moaned, clenching my thighs together to alleviate the ache in my core.
“I need more.” He plunged his fingers back into me and fingered me fast. More juices poured out of me, and just when I thought he was going to make me come, he pulled his soaked fingers out and pushed them into his mouth, his gaze fixed on me. “So, so tasty. But still, it’s not enough.”
He was on his knees in a second. He put my leg over his shoulder and pressed his mouth on my core, cupping my ass. He feasted on me, licking me, biting me, and sucking me, and the mix of sensations proved to be immensely strong. My voice wasn’t mine as I begged him to continue.
“Yes, eat my pussy… Don’t stop… Yes, so good…,” I kept muttering, grinding myself against him. He knew exactly how to push me over the edge, and a minute later, I was shouting his name in pure pleasure.
He stood up and kissed me, which allowed me to taste myself on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, high on him. His tongue caressed mine in slow strokes, and my core was already throbbing for more.
“You’re so good, honey,” I told him and pulled his lower lip into my mouth. I cupped his firm butt and squeezed it. Every part of him was drool-worthy. “Please, fuck me.”
He chuckled. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
“Always when I’m with you.”
“Well, that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
With a smirk, he picked me up and took me to the counter on the other side of my bathroom. I snaked my legs around his waist when he dropped me and left a line of kisses along his neck. He smelled so good, and I wasn’t referring to the shower gel. There was a scent that was all his, which was indescribable.
I gripped his cock and stroked him up and down, smiling when it jerked twice. “I’m not the only one who’s responsive here,” I teased him, running my thumb over his soaked tip.
He hissed. “Damn. I love when you touch me, mi amor, but right now, I need to get deep inside of you and fuck you hard.”
He bit my lower lip and brought me closer to the edge of the counter before he ran the head of his cock along my slit. I was burning, shivering with uncontrollable lust, and when he finally pushed inside of me, it was like I was finally getting my fix.
We moved quickly, hungry for each other. His eyes were two deep, dark pools of desire that stole my heart and reason away, and I knew. I knew I loved him, and it was like I found a missing piece of my heart at last. I was complete with him.
Slowing down, he pulled me into his embrace and held me like he was never going to let go of me.
“I love you, Lindsey,” he whispered into my hair, and everything in me rejoiced at his words. He loves me.
“I love you too,” I replied, so close to my orgasm, but this time, we came together, and it was more emotional than any of our previous times. He held me tightly as tremors shook our bodies, and there was nothing in me but bliss and peace.
My tears threatened to spill, and I pressed my face into his neck, seeking its shelter.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me, still buried inside of me.
“Nothing. It’s just that I feel so happy.” I pulled away to look at him and smiled, the bubbles of laughter rising in my throat.
“You make me happy, Carlos.”
He cupped my face and showered me with tiny kisses, his gaze filled with adoration. “And it’s just the beginning. I promise I’m going to make you the happiest you’ve ever been.”
“I know, and I can’t wait.”
14
We were lying in my bed, cuddling after another round of sex, and only now I felt enervated. I was seriously amazed by Carlos’ stamina, who after all that action didn’t look tired at all.
“You know, you could be a porn star,” I said, grinning. “Not that I’m trying to give you any ideas.”
He looked at me incredulously, erupting into hearty laughter. “Why do you think that?”
“Because you’d be able to shoot scenes the whole day. You wouldn’t even need to take anything to keep your erection.”
His laughter became louder. “I never thought about it, but if my businesses fail, it’s good to know I have other options.” He winked at me.
“I doubt that would ever happen. I’m sure you’re as good with investing as you’re with dancing.”
“Perhaps. I never thought I would become a real-estate investor, but life is full of surprises.”
I propped my head up on my elbow to look at him. “How did you become an investor?” Another question popped into my mind, which was something I wanted to know for a long time. “And why did you come to the U.S.?”
His expression turned pensive, and for a moment, I thought he was going to keep it under wraps.
“I had a difficult period in my life that I don’t like talking about. I rarely talk about it.”
“Oh, I understand. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
“No, I want to tell you. I’m ready to tell you everything.” He stroked my waist absentmindedly.
“The reason why I understood you so well when you came to my studio that first day is because I went through a similar thing, and it changed my life completely. Salsa helped me get back on track.”
“How so?”
“I was a soccer player in Colombia.”
My eyes widened. “You were playing soccer? Wow.”
“Yeah. And I was supposed to be a star player. All odds were on my side. But one match changed it all. It started great, but I had a bad landing in the middle of the game, and I suffered a torn leg ligament. I had to go through months of extensive physical therapy.”
“I’m so sorry.”
He smiled, but it was melancholic. “It’s all in the past now, but back then I nearly lost my will to live. The injury had taken its toll on my physical but also my mental health. I felt lost when I realized I could no longer play soccer competitively, and I had to decide what I was going to do with my life.”
I ran my fingers down his cheek, understanding perfectly what he was talking about. Who would’ve thought we were so similar after all?
“I came to the U.S. looking for a fresh start. I had enough savings before my soccer career flopped, so I decided to invest that money in properties. It turned out that it was a good decision, because real-investing made me rich.”
“And where does salsa fit into that?”
“I told you how I got to learn salsa, but I didn’t mention that it played a huge role in my recovery. It physically helped me recover from my injury, but it also brought back my will to live. So I dedicated most of my time to salsa and decided to open a dance studio. Thanks to the money I earned from real-estate investing, I opened more dance studios over time.”
I caressed his hair idly. “And now? How do you feel now?”
“I’m happy with my life. I found my purpose again, and it’s something that fulfills me.” He covered my hand with his. “I was content with it, but then you came, and I finally realized what it means to be truly happy.”
My heart fluttered. “You have?”
He gazed at me softly. “Yes. If I hadn’t suffered that injury, I would’ve never met you, but I don’t even want to think about that possibility now. You showed up in my studio looking so beautiful that day, and when I heard that you went through a similar experience, I felt like I could connect to you, which scared the hell out of me.”
“Really? But why?”
“Because I’d never felt that way before. Especially not with a client. That’s one of the rules I made the day I became a salsa teacher—never form attachments to students. But I broke it because of you, and at first, I wasn’t sure what to do about it.”
I felt so warm inside. “But you couldn’t resist me.” I pinched his cheek.
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