Page 57 of Tequila & Lace
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Just feel.” He lowered his fingers again and after a second of teasing, he inserted a single digit. “So fucking wet. Christ, gorgeous…” Slowly pumping his finger in and out of me, he started peppering kisses along the inside of my thigh, slowly making his way toward my core. Once he got to where he wanted to be, he removed his finger and took one long swipe of his tongue.
“Paul…” I moaned.
He brought his hands up and used his thumb to spread me open for him. He started flicking my clit with his tongue before latching onto it with his mouth and alternating between flicking and sucking. His fingers probed my throbbing pussy again, starting with one and quickly adding another. The second he twisted his fingers into the perfect position—hitting just the right spot—my back arched off the bed and I screamed.
I grabbed his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him as if it were my last breath. Tasting myself on him only drove my need and hunger to have him inside of me. With our lips locked, he removed his boxers, and the feel of his hard cock grinding against where my body needed him most almost sent me directly into another frenzy. I wanted him bad. So fucking bad.
Paul pulled a condom out of his nightstand, ripping it open and rolling it on. Once he returned his lips to mine, he rolled us over again so I was on top. I knew why he did this, and damn if it didn’t make me fall in love with him that much more.
He grabbed my face with both hands, staring me directly in the eyes, “I love you, Andi.”
I wanted to tell him at that moment that my name was really Joselyn. Hear him say the words that I’d never heard before: “I love you, Joselyn.” Instead, I asked a question I wasn’t sure how to ask so I just did.
“Will you help me?”
A smile—the kind of smile I’d never seen on somebody’s face before—smile of deep, consuming and devoted love, happiness and acceptance crossed his face. “I’m right here, baby.”
I lifted just enough for him to reach around to ready himself, and then slowly I lowered myself onto him. I stared directly into his eyes as I lowered myself inch by inch, steadying myself with my hands on his chest. It burned as his dick stretched me, the size of him overtaking my pussy.
“That’s it. Just go slow.”
It was nothing like my first time. The pain might be comparable on some sort of level, but Paul was allowing me to get used to his size. It wasn’t forced and out of my control. This was all me. I was staring into the eyes of the man I loved. The man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
The lower I got, the less the burn ached. Once I was filled to the hilt, emotions came flooding through me. Tears poured down my face and I tried with everything in me to keep them at bay, but it was no use. I was happy, relieved.
Paul sat up and wrapped me in his arms. He simply held me while I cried, rubbing circles on my back while my tears ran down his. We stayed like that for a few minutes, Paul inside of me until I was done crying. He looked me in the eyes and I nodded.
He began thrusting his hips, never once losing eye contact with me until I threw my head back when my orgasm tore through me. Paul followed moments later as he grabbed my hips, pumped hard a few times, and stilled.
I collapsed on top of him.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted, but so utterly and deeply in love.
Paul and I woke up the next morning in a tangled mess. If someone saw us, they wouldn’t have been able to tell where I ended and Paul began. Throw the sheets in the mix and I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be able to untangle. That was okay with me; I was right where I wanted to be.
Paul was laying on his back with half of my body thrown over his and my head on his chest.Thiswas what it felt like to be in love. This man had my heart—my whole heart—and it scared the shit out of me. As fast and hard as I fell for him, I realized there was a chance that when he discovered everything—because eventually he would—I might lose him. The thought alone made my heart feel as if it was being ripped from my chest. Paul shifted slightly underneath me and abruptly brought me out of my thoughts.
When he moved, I felt the evidence of a hard-on rubbing against the leg I had thrown over his hips and I smiled at the memory of what had happened the night before. Every time I moved in the slightest, I felt the soreness between my legs. It wasn’t like the first time. It hurt, but this time it was because of pleasure, not pain.
I lifted my hand from his chest and started tracing the lines of his abs. Wanting to see his face, I slowly lifted my head off his chest. I found him smiling and already looking down on me.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
“Good morning, sexy.” I blushed.
“It’s sexy now, is it?” He lifted me the rest of the way so I was completely on top of him, forcing my knees to fall on either side of his hips.
I shrugged. “I’m still trying to find what works, besides,” I smiled and teased him by grinding my hips, “youareincredibly sexy, so it fits.”
He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us so I was on my back underneath him. I started in a fit of laughter, loving our little power struggle, but when I looked up at him, he wasn’t laughing. He gave me another one of those looks that caused butterflies the size of Texas to flutter around in my stomach and caused my heart to squeeze. He brought his hands up while keeping his elbows on the bed to support himself, and cleared the hair from my face.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
I leaned up and planted a hard kiss on his lips. When he started moving his hips, I threw my head back and let out something between a small moan and a gasp.
Paul brought his lips down to my ear and roughly whispered, “Are you still sore? Because I had all intentions of letting you rest this morning to give your pussy a break, but seeing you on top of me naked made me want to bury my dick so deep inside you and ride you so fucking hard you don’t know your own fucking name.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to rub against his now rock hard cock.
