Page 59 of Love or Leave

"I want to do this," he said. "As long as you do."

She smiled. "I do."

"Good," he said, reaching for the button of his pants, which were now eye-level with her. He traced his thumb across her lower lip. "Let's start here."

Her whole body zinged, and her jaw dropped.

"Perfect," he said with a smirk, then unzipped his pants.

A moment passed before the rush of need surged through her, and then she reached up and took over his zipper, loosening and pulling down his pants and boxers until he was free.

She bent forward, but he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Take your time," he breathed out.

She looked up at him and when her eyes met his, he let out a sigh and a heavy blink. He was clearly deeply aroused, which made her feel great. But she really didn't know what to do.

She fumbled around for a second before he reached for her chin, tipping her eyes up to his. "Do whatever you want—touch, lick—but don't put my dick in your mouth just yet."

She nodded, trying to remember what she'd done for past blow jobs, and trying to forget that he'd probably had a million ofthem from perfect Fran that were probably significantly better than what she was going to do.

She placed her hands tentatively on his thighs, sliding them up, then ran her thumbs along the base of him. He smiled and groaned and brought his hands to her jaw.

"You're beautiful," he said, staring into her eyes.

Her heart galloped, and her body flooded with warmth. She ached to touch and be touched by him.

She leaned forward and lifted his shirt up, kissing his hard stomach, trailing her tongue along his skin, exploring him with her mouth. He became more and more aroused—and so did she. When he put his hands in her hair and bunched it in his fist, she thought she might die.

Her hips started moving on the bed, desperate for some friction as her hands moved along his length, teasing him and playing with him. He became harder. Finally, she put her lips on him and slowly took him into her mouth.

His head fell back, and he let out a deep groan. "Cara," he said with a broken voice, but nothing else.

Her mouth swept over him, slowly at first, then again and again, each time a little faster, a little harder. She couldn't help it. Her own body was growing more and more sensitive—more and more desperate to feel him on her.

In her.

His hands slipped from her hair, trailing down her neck to her shoulders, and after a few more slow passes, he winced slightly and gently held her back, stopping her from taking him again.

She looked at him, hard and wet, and all she wanted was more. But when she glanced up at his face, his eyes were screwed tightly together and his chest heaved.

He stayed like that for a moment, trying to collect himself, before he took her by the elbows and guided her to her feet, kissing her mouth and breathing as if he'd just run a marathon.

"I just need a second," he said.

She nodded, but a second seemed like an eternity at that point. And keeping her hands and mouth off him was no longer possible.

She stood up and kissed his neck, moving across his jaw to his ear as she pressed her body against him, needing more. She took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside.

He gave her a slow smile and kissed her mouth while unclasping her bra and dragging it down her arms. She sighed at the rush of sensations drifting over her skin.

Finally, she could breathe. But she didn’t want anything left between them—not even a scrap of clothing.

Antonio seemed to feel the same way, because he stepped out of the pants and boxers that were around his ankles, then reached for her panties.

He bent his head down, tipped it to the side, and slowly slid them off. She shuddered with pleasure. Finally, they were completely bare to one another.

He guided her back to the bed and laid her down, his hands curling around the backs of her knees as he lifted and parted her legs, then sank to the floor in front of her.

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