Page 86 of Hit Man
I suddenly feel like I’m a teenager with his first woman. Bare. I’ve only had one person bare . . . her. And not wholly . . .
“No seas timído, amante,” she tells me.Don’t be shy, lover.
Naughty woman. Give a woman a little power . . .
Yet having a woman order me about . . . Aubrey commandingme,without me egging her on . . . and in Spanish? Can you say “fucking turn-on”?
She’s looks back at me from over her shoulder. “How can I hate you one minute but can’t get enough of you the next? This isn’t normal. Nothing about us makes sense.”
“Do you need it to right now?” I ask.
I watch her considering my question. A deep thinker, with a deep sexual craving I plan on fulfilling.
I sigh, and offer her my explanation. “You ever hear the expression ‘opposites attract’?”
“Yes.”
“You build things and I . . . blow . . . um . . . break them down. You push and I pull. We’re like two magnets constantly being tossed about. Sometimes attracting. Sometimes . . .”
“Stop. Don’t say it.” Her eyes narrow at me. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight with her looking over her shoulder, her on all fours with her ass facing me. I watch, fascinated, as she turns around and slowly, ever so slowly, begins to crawl across the mattress toward me.
Sexy as hell. So goddamn sexy my cock jerks at the sight of her.
I stare at her, and wait.
She comes off the bed like a lazy cat, clasps hold of my erection, and forces me to step toward her. “Pull,” she says. She releases me and I let her spin me around. With both hands on my chest, she gives me a firm shove. I relax into it and allow myself to tumble back onto the bed. “Push.” I grin madly as she crawls on top of me and positions herself over me, her fingers wrapping around my erection and drawing my aching cock up to her entrance.
“Quiero que me des duro hoy,” she tells me, and laughs at my surprised expression and for catching me off guard with her naughty, filthy talk.
“Be careful what you wish for,chava,” I warn her, yet I’m not one to pass on a challenge. Any challenge, but especially one where I’ve been asked to fuck her hard all night.
I hiss as she sinks down onto my lap, my cock squeezing into her tight channel. Her body shakes and her breath is labored.
So good. So freaking perfect.
“I thought you were a devil when I first met you,” she says, her tone full of need, full of awe.
“And now?”
“You’re still a devil.”
“Better the devil you know,” I offer with a smug smile.
“I shouldn’t want this. Want you.”
She lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers, setting a smooth, comfortable pace. I don’t remember the last time a woman fucked me . . . truly fucked me like she’d wanted me more than anything. Maybe never. Never with friction of my bare cock bearing up into her slick walls.
Her eyes fall shut, her lips draw tight as she concentrates. I stare at her, memorizing every little detail about her, the way her hair falls in her face, the beads of perspiration on her skin, the way she arches her back and glories in feeling so damn good.
I find myself caught up in her movements, her tightness, her sweetness. Until, to my surprise and abject horror, I feel the stirrings of an orgasm.
There’s relinquishing control, and then there’s coming as fast as a man with his first woman.
“Aubrey,” I manage.
Her eyes fly open.
“I shouldn’t want this either. Want you. But I do.”
