Page 123 of Royal Caleva: Luis

“Madre de Dios, yes!” He hissed through his teeth as she stroked him again. “I cannot go slowly.”

He glanced around before grabbing the terry cloth sheet tucked over the lounge cushion. Standing, he flicked it open like a tablecloth and let it settle on the sand.

He took her hands and drew her to her feet before he touched the hem of her dress. “May I?”

“Oh, please, yes!” She would have ripped it off herself, but it was far better to have him drag it up until she lifted her arms so he could pull it off and fling it away. Then his hands were all over her body, unhooking her bra and tossing it, skimming her panties to her ankles so she would step out of them while using his strong, chiseled shoulder to balance herself.

He wrapped his hands around her hips, his fingers stroking the curves of her bottom, while she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He let go of her to shove his jeans and briefs onto the sand.

They stood for a long moment, simply savoring the sight of each other naked in this beautiful place. Then Luis reached for her, and their bodies slammed together in a whirlwind of heat and touch.

When he slid his hand between them to glide a finger against her clit, Eve’s knees nearly buckled at the explosion of sensation.

“Now! Please, now!” she gasped out as she arched into his hand. “Make love to me!”

Without releasing her, he moved them both to the spread cloth and sank onto it. Eve lay down, arching her back and spreading her legs in a blatant invitation. She thought she might die of frustration if he wasn’t inside her in the next few seconds.

But he knelt between her legs and did nothing more than stare down at her, although his face was tight with barely restrained lust. “I wish to worship your body, to wrap you in pleasure.”

Eve lifted her hips, knowing that he could see the glistening of her arousal on the insides of her thighs. “I want you inside me now!”

He seized her hips, lifting them even higher before he plunged into her, seating himself deeply, filling the ache while driving her hunger higher. She covered his hands with hers and rolled her pelvis against him.

Then he was moving, fast and hard, and the delicious tension wound tighter and tighter in her belly, building with every thrust. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she panted.

“Eve, cariño mío, mi corazón, mi amor!” he answered her.

An exquisite moment of stillness held her on the edge, the world contracting to the place where they were joined. And then she convulsed in an orgasm so intense she shrieked and arched and dug her fingernails into his hands.

As her muscles clamped around him, he threw back his head and shouted in Spanish, his release pumping inside her and triggering another climax of her own.

Closing her eyes, she savored the ripples of afterglow, but even more the feel of Luis inside her, his grip on her hips easing to almost a caress.

“Mi corazón,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

She pried her eyelids open to see him gazing down at her, the angles of his face soft with tenderness. He slid out of her and stretched out on the towel, rolling her halfway onto his chest. “I adore you,” he said, stroking his hand over her hair and down her back.

“I’m glad,” she said. “I adore you too.” She couldn’t stop a few tears that trickled down her cheeks and onto his chest.

“Why are you crying?” He shifted abruptly to lift her chin, frowning as he ran his thumb over the wet tear tracks.

“Because I’m so happy. And because we just had amazing sex,” she said.

“It was amazing.” He smirked a little before the frown returned. “But that should not make you weep.”

“It’s a normal thing when you’re madly in love,” she said, cupping his cheek. “It even has a scientific name, but you’ve fried my brain so I can’t remember it.”

“Say that you are madly in love again,” he commanded.

“I’m madly, crazily, insanely in love with you,” she said, tilting her face to receive his kiss. “Now tell me you love me too.”

He whispered it against her lips. “I love you. Je t’aime. Te adoro. In every language I speak, my heart belongs to you.”

His words licked over her skin, into her veins, and curled themselves into her heart.

Luis lay on the towel, cushioned by the soft sand, the sun warm on his face, and thanked God that he was alive. Not because he had nearly died only three days ago, but because of the incredible woman whose body was pressed against his chest and ribs and thighs. He tangled his fingers in her glorious, shining hair and heaved a sigh of pure contentment.

She stirred a moment before going still again, and he smiled. They were both lax with satisfaction.

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