Page 71 of Forget Me

Her skin pinked all the way from her cheeks to her chest. “Do you have condoms?” she asked. “If not, I have one in my purse.” She tilted her head toward the bedroom door.

“I do.” Where had I stashed the box my friends had sent? I’d joked with them that I’d fuck my way through not only San Francisco but the entire state of California. And then I’d met Mimi, and I hadn’t wanted to touch anyone but her.

“One second,” I said.

I tried the bathroom first, avoiding my reflection in the mirror and the jutting evidence of my arousal in my pants. I opened and closed every cabinet, but the box wasn’t there. Fuck! I ran my hands through my hair.

Back in the bedroom, I kissed Mimi, letting my hands wander over her ass as I tugged her toward me. Her hand landed on my hip and then trailed lower, too close to my straining erection.

“One moment.” I backed away and dropped to my knees beside the bed. I tugged out my suitcase and zipped it open.

Gracias a Dios.

I lifted the box high like it was the World Cup and then, my cheeks heating, set it on the bed. I shoved the suitcase back underneath.

I was on my knees facing the bed, and I could think of a good use for that position. I beckoned to Mimi. “Come sit.”

She followed my order, though she needed a boost to climb onto the tall bed. I placed my hands on her knees. “May I?”

She planted her hands behind her and then, nodding, spread her legs. The lamplight illuminated what I’d learned by feel earlier under the darkness of her skirt.

“Ah, Mimi,” I said, irrepressible pride making me smile, “you’re wet for me again.”

I slicked my thumbs from her inner thighs to her lips and her clit. Then I lapped up her essence like honey from her skin. Mimi moaned and lowered herself to her elbows to watch me work.

I spread her open and delved inside with my tongue, mimicking the throbbing pulse in my dick as I showed her what I’d do later. And, God, what if I showed her my stash of toys? Which would she let me use on her? Would I ever be bold enough to ask her to use one on me?

Focus, Mateo.I had her spread out before me now, and I had all the tools I needed to bring her pleasure.

“Mateo, I—”

I lifted from her center and replaced my tongue with a lazily thrusting finger. “What is it, cariño?”

“I need you. Inside me. I don’t think I can…”

I licked her clit as I continued to work my finger inside her. “You don’t think you can do what, gorgeous?”

She rolled her eyes up and let out a whimper. “I don’t know how many more times I can come, and I want to come with you inside me.”

“Ah.” I kissed her swollen nub. “I think you can come as many times as we both want.” This—sex—was my safe space. I knew well how to please a partner, especially one as responsive as Mimi. “One more time with my fingers and mouth, and then you can have my cock.”

“But I don’t…”

She didn’t have to finish her sentence because I’d found the spot that made her speechless. She keened something that sounded almost like my name combined with a she-ocelot’s cry.

She pushed away my face, my hand. “Enough,” she sobbed. “Too much.”

“Ah, cariño.” I surged up onto the bed and folded her into my arms. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

She was boneless in my arms. I kissed her forehead and found it damp with sweat. I loosened my hold on her. “Are you too warm? Need some space?”

“No.” She snuggled closer. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

This time, it wasn’t my dick but my heart that gave a giant throb, beating against my ribs. “Me, too.”

I scooped her up in my arms and scrabbled with my fingertips to pull down the covers. I laid her back on the bed, shucked off my pants, and scooted in behind her, willing my erection to settle so I could go to sleep. Mimi had to go to work early, and I had an overnight shift at my aunt’s place the next day. We both needed rest.

But Mimi had other thoughts. She tangled her fingers with mine and then brought them up to cup her breasts. Then she pressed her ass against my dick. “I was promised another orgasm with you inside me,” she murmured. “But I’m too blissed-out to move.”

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