Page 48 of Love at First Ink

“Cisco?”

“Hmm?” he asked, clearly distracted. His hands went to her back, fingering the clasps of her bra.

“I…I mean…it’s just that—” She took a deep breath, knowing she probably sounded like an inexperienced fool. She definitely felt like one.

Cisco waited on her patiently, not unhooking her bra yet, but also not removing his hands either.

“I just don’t want you to get upset if you can’t…uh, make mefinish. It’s me and not you,” she assured quickly as his brows drew together.

This was it. He was going to say he wasn’t interested in a girl he couldn’t get to climax. She was aware it was an ego thing, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.

She braced herself for the worst…but it never came.

Instead, she felt tension leave her chest as her clasp came undone.

“If you haven’t finished, it’s not you. It’s because your partners are shit and don’t know their way around a pussy.”

Well…okay then. She supposed that settled that.

The straps of her bra slid down her arms, and cold air hit her nipples. They hardened to painful points. Cisco’s thumb gently caressed her, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

“These men don’t know how to handle a princess when they have one. But I do,” he said before dropping and kneeling on the floor of her bathroom between her spread legs.

Oh shit, this was happening.

Marisol didn’t have time to be self-conscious because Cisco leaned forward, the top of his nose scraping across her wetness. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned as he inhaled. “I think this pretty pussy needs my attention. Don’t you agree?”

Yes. Yes. And fuck yes, she thought but could only manage a simple, shaky nod.

It was all Cisco needed though.

Without another word, he yanked off her panties, letting them pool on the ground. It hardly seemed fair that he still had on his boxers while she was completely exposed to him in every single way. But it was incredibly sexy.

Cisco pushed her legs farther apart, placing his large hand on her stomach and gently easing her down until her back hitthe mirror. She was on full display for him, completely at his mercy. Yet she still couldn’t help but feel she held all the power. Like, if she wanted it all to stop, he would, without question or anger.

But stopping was the last thing on her mind.

The first sweep of his tongue caught her off guard, and she shivered. “You taste so sweet, Princesa. So fucking sweet.”

Marisol didn’t have a chance to reply before his tongue lapped at her again, pushing through her folds to taste her cream. When he pulled back, she saw her arousal glistening on his lips.

“This pussy is mine tonight,” he purred.

Tonight and every night if he wanted it, but she didn’t have the nerve to say. “More,” she said instead. “Please, Cisco.”

“Gladly.” He smirked and buried his head between her thighs again. This time, he ate her out in earnest, licking at her. His tongue found her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she shivered.

“Oh, god…” she gasped as if she were in church and Cisco was the Holy Spirit working his way through her. Except this felt so much better and didn’t leave her feeling guilty.

It left her wanton.

She reached down, running her hand through his hair and arching into him. This was not how she pictured the night going, her getting eaten out on her bathroom counter, but it was the best possible ending to an extremely tumultuous night.

Marisol’s body jolted as two fingers brushed against her folds, finding their way inside her. Her body clenched around them, needing to be filled more but taking what she was given. Her legs shook as Cisco sucked her clit back into his mouth.

Molten heat coiled low in her belly, and waves of pleasure pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She had put up withbad sex for too long. If she knew getting eaten out felt like this, she would have dumped Archie way before they got married.

Cisco was right. It wasn’t her that was the problem. It had never been her.

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