Page 63 of Seasoned
“I didn’t want any panty lines,” she whispered.
His hands slipped beneath the crotch, and he rubbed circles around her clit with his thumb. He used her own wetness against her, sliding over the thickened bundle of nerves.
“Hector,” she whispered with her lips trembling against his throat. She lifted her leg and grinded her hips against his like a cat in heat.
“Dime,” he commanded.
“I want you inside me.” She tugged down his zipper and freed his erection, and with a forceful push his pants fell around his ankles.
“Impaciente,” he said shakily.
“I’mveryimpatient. I want younow.”
Hector pressed her against the wall and trailed kisses down the side of her neck, his breath harsh against the sensitive skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said hoarsely.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she whispered.
He pulled the hem of her dress higher and shoved the thong down her legs. Adelaide knew what to do. She stepped out and wound her arms around his neck. He lifted her from the floor and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hovering her lips next to his ear, she whispered, “Hector, baby, please.”
He guided his erection between her open legs. The tip kissed the entrance in a gentle tease that curled her toes and fingers in anticipation before he pushed into the silken sheath of her sex with an energetic thrust. He laid claim to her body and they both released heavy groans as her softness stretched around his girth.
Keeping her propped against the wall, he continuously surged inside her. She was slippery and wet and absorbed every advance while cursing each retreat. Whimpering, she dug her fingers into his muscular shoulders, angry that he wasn’t yet naked so she could feel his soft, warm skin. She ached for naked flesh against naked flesh, but this would have to do.
Aggressive kissing joined the powerful thrusting of his hips. She wanted to swallow him whole. She never wanted to lose the taste of his salty skin on her tongue again.
They groaned simultaneously, the reacquainting of their bodies sending an explosion of heat through her loins. Panting, Adelaide lifted up and down as he pumped his hips, both hands gripping her backside.
“Yes, yes,” Adelaide moaned.
She kept her legs and arms tight around him and kissed his face and neck. She took deep lungfuls of air filled with his male scent, their breaths mingling together in yet another hungry kiss.
He was like an animal, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her against the wall. Each solid thrust hard, relentless, and taking her higher as over and over he slid in and out. His teeth nipped at her neck and collarbone as his harsh breaths washed over her achy breasts. He’d surely leave marks on her skin, but she welcomed the branding, tightening her clamped legs around his hips and arching her throat to take more of the delicious bruising.
As pressure built in her abdomen, Adelaide buried her face against his throat. It wouldn’t be long before she exploded. Her toes and fingers tightened in anticipation of the release. Hector’s deep grunts matched her whimpers, his hips landing with more solid blows between her open thighs.
He knew what to do. He just knew what to do to satisfy her—to damn near bring her to tears. White-hot pleasure bolted through every cell, and her high-pitched cries filled the room. She bucked against him, panting and clawing his shoulders, digging in her nails as she lost all control.
She came with a keening cry, and her head falling backward as pleasure tore up her spine and lambasted her insides.
Hector pumped his hips faster, his hands gripping her bottom. His breaths came deeper and harder, the words he whispered in Spanish lost at the end of a groan that left him trembling when he climaxed too.
“Addie,” he half-gasped—the sound of a tortured man finally getting what he most desired.
He let loose a series of F-bombs as he crushed her against the wall, his body frozen to absorb every drop of ecstasy.
Finally, at the end of a moment that seemed to last forever, Adelaide lowered her feet to the floor and rested her forehead against his shoulder. Before she could utter a word, Hector kissed her nose and the corner of her mouth.
“Bed,” he said, as if that was the only word he could manage.
They slept soundly,but in the middle of the night, Adelaide awakened Hector by nudging her bottom against his hips. When he moved restlessly, she turned to face him and caressed his chest down to his abs. He was almost naked now, and she was able to take pleasure in the hairs that covered his chest and arrowed below the waistband of his boxer shorts.
In a haze of lust, she touched his hard body in all the places she’d longed to in the past year. His hips, his powerful thighs, and then higher to his swollen erection.
“Addie.”
He came fully awake and slid his hands between her legs. His mouth wreaked havoc on her hard nipples, and her breathing stuttered as he guided his tongue over her curves and stroked her damp sex until his fingers were coated with her slick arousal.
