Page 18 of Knot Yours

Marisol stands and gathers the trash from dinner, tossing hers in the bin. When she reaches for mine, I take her hand.

I hadn’t imagined it. Her skin is like the softest silk just like I remembered. Marisol puts the foam box back on the table, and I push out of my seat, standing close to her. “I’m too old and too rough for someone as intelligent, fascinating, and beautiful as you, but right be damned, I can’t keep away any longer.”

I slide a hand behind her neck and pull her lips to mine. Marisol responds instantly, fisting her hands in my t-shirt. The dam breaks when she teases me with her tongue, and I’m rocketed into overdrive.

Marisol overwhelms my senses first with her delicate floral scent, then with her silken skin and breathy moans as I explore the length of her regal neck with my mouth. I snake an arm around her waist, spanning my hand nearly the entire width of her back. Her warmth torments me through the fabric of her shirt, and I pull her body flush against mine to feel more of it.

I’m in danger of taking things too far and start to pull back until Marisol’s hands slip beneath my shirt to explore my abs and chest. “Fuck, Marisol. You’re driving me insane.”

Marisol chuckles, then teases in a sultry voice, “Just now? I’ve been crazy for you for days.”

I release her neck and lean back to stare in shock. She’s serious. So serious that she pulls out of my grasp and grips her shirt hem, pulling it over her head. The blood-orange lace bra stands out against her bronze skin, making my mouth water.

When the bra hits the floor, I nearly hit my knees. I must be dreaming. Marisol’s dark nipples jut out, begging to be sucked, but I can only stare. I’m frozen for long enough that Marisol brings her hands together to fidget. Her confidence is waning, but I haven’t gotten my fill of looking at her yet.

Her eyes dart toward the discarded shirt on the floor, telling me my time for ogling is over. Before she can move, I grab her clasped hands, lift them above her head, and shove her against the nearest wall. My knee pushes between her thighs, opening her up to me, and Marisol arches her back, pressing her perfect breasts harder into my chest.

I growl into her neck, wanting to make my intentions crystal fucking clear, “I want you so bad, it’s turning me inside out. So, unless you want me to strip you naked and take you against this wall, you better tell me, and I mean fucking fast.”

Instead of ordering me away, Marisol licks the shell of my ear. “Take me, Austin. Show me how a real man touches his woman.”

I shiver at her whispered words, the shock going straight to my pulsing cock. “I’ll teach you so you never forget.”

Marisol

My breasts smash into Austin’s solid chest with every panting breath. You’d think I’ve just finished running a marathon with my lungs fighting for every oxygen molecule. Though rushed and deep, the sounds of my gasped breaths are drowned out by the pounding of my racing heart.

Austin’s dark eyes are wild as he takes in the sight of me stretched out before him. His gaze licks up my body, leaving a rush of heat in its wake. Holding my hands where they are, he bends and circles an erect nipple with his tongue before sucking it in.

Every pull of his mouth sends heat directly to my core. Austin switches to the other breast, and the hand not holding mine captive kneads the tingling mound. Pretty soon, I’m fighting against his hold, needing to touch him.

The hand on my breast slides down and around my back to slip inside my shorts. Austin squeezes my ass with his calloused fingers, and I grumble a colorful string of Spanish curses. The hero at my breast chuckles, vibrating my overexcited skin.

Austin finally lowers my hands, only releasing them once he’s looped them around his neck. “Hang on, baby.”

Both of his hands lower to palm my ass, lifting my feet off the floor. Obeying his unspoken command, I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on while he walks us to my bedroom. So many delicious muscles bunch and roll as he moves. I’m nearly out of my mind by the time he lowers me to the mattress.

I trail a finger up my middle between my breasts as he watches. Austin grabs the back collar of his t-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him without a shirt before, but the results of his years spent in the gym amaze me even more than last time.

Instead of stripping off the rest of his clothes, Austin drops his knee to the bed and reaches for the button of my shorts. He pulls down the zipper painfully slowly and drags the shorts and orange lace thong down my legs.

Austin stands upright again, towering over me as he rakes over my body from head to toe. “It should be a crime for someone to be this damned beautiful.”

His hands go to his belt, releasing the buckle unhurriedly. I squirm under Austin’s gaze, his piercing stare never leaving my face as he shoves his shorts and boxers down.

I take in his full height when he remains still, freezing on the erect length between his legs. Oh shit. That’s not going to fit. I worry my bottom lip, more than a little nervous. Austin shifts to take a step back, and I panic, thinking he’s about to run.

I have to stop him, but I’m embarrassed about my confession. “Don’t go. I’m not wimping out. It’s just… you’re huge, and it’s been a while.”

The relief washing over Austin’s handsome face releases the tension in my chest. He steps closer and crawls up to hover over me, barely a breath away. “How long, Marisol?”

I cringe, not wanting to answer. “Does it matter?”

He nods. “A woman as brilliant and gorgeous as you should never be without someone loving her unless she chooses.”

I shake my head, confused. “I thought you were asking about sex.”

Austin’s eyes narrow telling me I just gave away a considerable part of my pitiful story. “How long since somebody loved you, Marisol?”

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