Page 44 of Plunge into Obsession

“Are you wet for me,mi cariño?”

I licked my lips, feeling the muscles of my thighs tremble from his words.

I reached over and cupped his cheek, and he stilled. I wondered if I had done something he didn’t like, or perhaps he didn’t like to be touched so intimately, but then he turned his face toward my hand and kissed the palm.

He nudged my hand affectionately, and my heart stalled.

It was getting so hard to remind myself this was nothing more than a one-night stand.

I wasn’t stupid enough to build up a future for us in my head, but how easy he made it for me to want such a thing.

“What does that mean?” I asked instead of answering him.

He didn’t answer me right away, and I didn’t think he would, but then he let out a soft sigh and said, “It means ‘my darling.’”

A slight pressure pushed into my chest, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m your darling?” I asked.

That didn’t sound like something you would call someone who was a one-night stand.

Or perhaps it was a Spanish thing. Something you just said to someone you were fond of.

I didn’t want to delve into that, so instead, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down until his body was pressed on top of me.

His hardness brushed against me in the sweetest of torture.

I moaned into his chest, and he ground against me once more.

I moved my hips in tandem with his, wondering if I could come from this alone.

I felt like I could.

He pushed his weight up on his arms, and I tried to follow his lips with mine, not quite ready for the kiss to end.

He didn’t let me, though, stopping me with his hand on my middle. I looked up at him with dazed eyes that he likely couldn’t see.

Not in the dark car.

“Are you wet for me,mi cariño?” he asked once more.

I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t want to tell him I had drenched my panties, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.

He seemed to know what I was thinking and feeling because he kissed the tip of my nose with a light chuckle.

“No? You don’t want to tell me? I suppose I could find out for myself.”

My pussy clenched at his words.

I didn’t stop him when he moved his hand down, his fingers playing with the hem of my panties slightly before he unceremoniously pulled them down my legs.

I could barely make out his figure, but I saw him bring the fabric up to his nose and take a huge sniff.

Why was that so hot?

“Fucking addictive,” he murmured, reaching up with his other hand and turning on the overhead light.

I blinked slowly, trying to get my vision to adjust to it.

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