Page 61 of Royal Caleva: Luis

She slid her hands around his neck and into the silvery silk of his hair, trying to meld herself with him as longing slid through her. She wanted him to touch her breasts, the aching spot between her legs, and everywhere else on her body. Her craving was almost painful in its strength.

He shifted to a different angle against her lips, his tongue teasing hers. He slid his hands up to cradle her face as he explored her mouth, his lips warm and firm, the soft brush of his beard an extra fillip of sensation against her skin. The man knew how to kiss.

She slid her hands down over his shoulders, savoring the curves and valleys of his muscles until she reached the first button of his shirt and yanked it out of the hole. She wanted bare skin, so she kept going until she could tug his shirt out of his waistband and run her hands over his ribs and up his back.

He broke the kiss to let his head fall back. “Dios mio!” he moaned. “That feels so good.”

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and gently raked her nails over the golden skin stretched over the flexing muscles, and he moaned again. He was so beautiful in an entirely masculine way. She leaned in to lick one of his dark, flat nipples, sampling the different textures there.

“Si, Eve!”

He didn’t give her a chance to touch the other one. He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back so he could lick his way down her neck and into the V of her blouse, thrusting his tongue into the valley between her breasts. The slight roughness with the heat and moisture made her shiver with longing.

He released her hair and cupped her breasts, circling his thumbs over her nipples, first gently and then harder as she pressed into his hands. Ropes of fire streaked from her nipples to flare low in her belly, and she pulsed her pelvis against his thigh as the blaze heated.

“Do not come until I am inside you,” he commanded as he began to unbutton her blouse.

“Then hurry up,” she said, pulling his belt buckle open. His erection pushed against the gray fabric of his trousers.

He smiled, but it was the triumphant smile of a wolf who had his prey cornered. He slipped her blouse down her arms and tossed it away before he found the catch on her bra and flicked it open.

Thank goodness she had bought new lingerie before coming to Caleva. Not because in her wildest dreams she’d thought this would happen, but because Luis had made her feel feminine again.

Of course, he wasn’t paying any attention to the cream lace as he hurled it onto the chair where her blouse had landed. His gaze was locked on her bare breasts. For a moment, she worried that they were no longer perky, and then his mouth was on one and his palm on the other, and she didn’t care. Pleasure zinged around inside her, lighting her up like a pinball machine.

The exquisite tension between her legs coiled tighter.

“You’re going to make me come,” she gasped out.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth, grazing the tip of it with his teeth, the sensation making her buck against him. His smile was intense. “I can’t allow that.”

He brushed his fingers over her sensitized breasts once more, as though he didn’t want to stop touching them. Then he intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her through a door into his bedroom.

The room was lit only by the flames flickering in a modern steel fireplace, and the moonlight reflecting on the water through a wall of glass. The light glinted off the gilt decorating the spines of another wall filled with books. A brief wave of gratitude washed over her. All the flaws of her fifty-plus-year-old body would be less obvious in the dim light. At least she stayed in decent shape, because being a vet tech was a physical job.

Luis drew her to the enormous bed covered with a blue velvet duvet.

“I want to take my time with you,” he said, his hands again cupping her breasts. “But I need to be inside you.”

“Who says you can’t do both?” she said, running her hands over the muscles in his forearms. “Just reverse the order.”

“The can-do Iowan with a solution.” He bent to kiss first one nipple and then the other before he shrugged out of his shirt and stripped off his shoes, socks, and trousers with swift efficiency, leaving only black boxers tented by his erection.

“Oh my goodness,” she breathed as her gaze roved over the lines of defined muscles running down his abdomen, thighs, and calves.

She reached out to trace them, but he seized her wrists. “We are hurrying now so we can take time later,” he reminded her, releasing her hands so he could unbutton her trousers and push them down to pool at her ankles. She toed off her shoes and stepped out of the puddle of fabric. He hooked a finger in each side of her lacy panties, but his eyes were locked on hers. “You can still say no, Eve,” he said.

“Only if I want to explode from sexual frustration,” she said, putting her hands on his and pushing them downward.

He laughed, a short bark of relief, before he yanked her panties to her ankles and straightened again. This time, his gaze traveled the length of her body. She would have felt self-conscious except his expression was one of pure lust. “Hermosisima!” he murmured, his face ablaze with his desire for her.

“My turn,” she said, thrusting her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, the fabric smooth and slippery. Silk, of course. She had to pull the front outward to clear the jut of his cock before she let them fall.

He was glorious, like a statue with planes and angles sculpted by an artist. She laid her hands on his chest to enjoy the living warmth of him, not stone at all. “I feel…a little awed,” she said.

His eyebrows drew down before he stepped into her so she could feel his cock against her belly, his chest pressed against her breasts, and his fingers curling into her buttocks. He lowered his mouth to whisper beside her ear. “I am only a man desperate to make love to a beautiful, sexy woman. All I want you to feel is pleasure.”

And then he backed her into the bed and lowered her gently onto the duvet before he leaned over to brace his arms on the bed as he looked down at her. “I have been dreaming about this almost since the day I met you.”

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