Page 50 of The Road Sometimes Taken

I always have questions, that’s the problem. I could talk for hours and ask a million questions and be a happy girl for the rest of my life. Right now though, the only question in my mind might be the craziest one. “Are you going to kiss me again or should I dare you to do it?”

“You never have to dare me to do something I want to do,” he says softly before his mouth crashes back into mine. His mouth is a contradiction to his tone. Where his voice was barely above a whisper, soft and careful, this kiss is anything but. Three kisses we’ve shared tonight, all of them different, and all of them the best kisses I’ve ever had. I don’t know how I went years without being kissed like this because I truly was missing out. Missing out on tenderness, sweetness, and passion. Hell, I was missing out on lips that command attention, and atthe same time respect boundaries, falling into cadence with mine.?

He bites my lower lip, his teeth sharp, drawing pain but quickly soothing the spot again with his tongue, building pleasure deep in my core. I pull him closer to me with his shirt, and when his hips press against mine, I can feel how turned on he is. The fact that I elicit that response from his body with just a kiss, has my mind lost in the moment. So lost, I forget we’re still in the driveway when I let out a loud moan at the second bite.

He slips his hands down under my ass, lifting me up, and as I wrap my legs around him, he walks us toward the house, never dropping his mouth from my body. Whether it’s my lips, my neck, my ear, or my cheek. His mouth is on me, at all times, making me feel like a dessert he can’t get enough of.

Blindly we go through the door, and after he kicks it closed, he walks us both to his room. He places me on the bed and steps back. Now that he’s not touching or kissing me, now that he’s standing in front of me, I notice how hot he looks. He lost the backward hat he was wearing at some point tonight leaving his hair a mess—unruly but perfect. He pulls his shirt off, grabs the back in one quick swoop and tosses it on the ground. My eyes go directly to his chest and his perfect abs. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed how stupidly in shape he is and before I can continue assessing him with my eyes, a deep chuckle brings me back to reality. My eyes snap up to find his, filled with pure heat, looking at me.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Manny,” I say, trying to stay flirty and not sound like a total fangirl.

“Well, thank you,” he adds, grabbing my foot and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. He lowers his body until he’s face-to-face with me, caging me between his strong arms. “I’ve been dying to see, touch, and kiss every inch of your body. Now I just need your permission to do it.”

Silence spreads between us. My breath catches at his admission and definitely takes me by surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who has me spread wide open in front of him, with my panties in his back pocket, and still waits for confirmation that I want this but God do I love it.

“Do you want to undress me yourself or should I, hotshot?” I add, and that’s all the permission he needs.

“I’ve been a patient man, Carita. Not only were you driving me wild all night with that dress, but I’ve been ready to burst since I heard your sweet moans outside your door this morning.”

He what?!My eyes open wide and I’m sure I look twenty shades of red by how hot my face feels all of a sudden. I can hide behind this feeling or I can put my big girl panties on and tell him what I’m really thinking.

“What if I told you I was thinking about you? What if I told you I was coming undone at the thought of your hands on my body?” I say, mustering the courage I didn’t know I had and tracing my breasts with my fingers.

I shiver at the same time his gaze darkens when he hears that. Manny smirks before licking his lips and shaking his head in amusement.

“Then I would ask you to let me touch you so I can find out if that’s exactly how you’ll sound now that I have my hands on you. Allow me to rip this sexy-ass dress off of you.”

I nod and Manny brings his hands to the bed before adding, “Let me do it all.” He drags his hands over my hips and under my dress, around the back to caress my bare ass, and lifts the dress slowly over my body and off over my head. He throws the dress down, joining his shirt on the floor, and then he stands. His hand covers his mouth as he shakes his head. I see his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching when she sees my bare breasts. I’m team no bra and in this situation, is working in myfavor. The corner of his mouth pulls into a soft smile under his hand before he adds, “Damn it, my imagination betrayed me. I knew your body would be deliciously gorgeous, but fuck if every inch of you is not anything but perfection.”

His eyes roam my body, his words lingering in my ears, and I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks. He lowers his body over mine, caressing his lips with mine, in a soft kiss. The softness is such a contrast to his heated words. I expected him to kiss me with the same frenzied intensity as before but this kiss is not rushed. It’s tender, sweet and patient. Yet not hesitant, he knows what he’s doing, he’s just slowing everything down—and driving me crazy.

“Manny, just fuck me already!“ I plead, letting go of his lips.

He flashes me a smile and bites his lower lip. “Oh, I will fuck you, bebé. All night long, but I will take my time. I’ve dreamed for years of how many ways I would take you if I ever were to have you and now that I have you, I want to take my time. I will take my time getting to know what you like and dislike. Getting to know what you love. Let your body do the talking, Carita mia. I want to listen.”

His mouth lowers, peppering kisses from my jaw to my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his hand roams up my body. When he reaches one of my breasts, he groans against my ear and the sound alone has me breaking into goosebumps immediately. He lowers his mouth over one of my small breasts while he cups the other and gently twists my nipple.

“Oh God,” I whisper, arching my back when he bites my nipple.

I can feel the smirk against my skin, with his mouth full of my breast. “These are perfect, Cara,” Manny says.

“They are small,” I add. I love my body but I’ve been insecure about belonging to the itty bitty titty committee since I canremember. The only good that comes out of having small breasts is the no bra situation but most people love big boobs, I wish I had them too. Judging by the way he groaned and smirked against my nipple, Manny seems to be loving them more than I thought possible.

“They’re bitable. Perfect size for me to grab, to kiss, to suck. I said you’re perfect, take the compliment.” He continues kissing down my body, under my breast, to my belly button and on my hip, right above what would be my panty line if this man didn’t actually steal them earlier today. His hand moves under my ass and grabs it while he hums against my skin.

“Manny, you already went down on me once, you don’t have to do it again, really.”

“Cara, I know I told you that I love your voice, and I do. But the only sound I want to hear coming out of your mouth right now is a moan, or my name when you can’t fucking hold it in anymore. If I want to taste your perfect pussy again, I will, unless you don’t want me to?” he asks, lifting his eyebrow and looking at me. The view of his head between my legs, hands under my ass, and his eyes full of fire on me, is more than I can handle.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s that I want you to know you don’t have to. I haven’t even returned the favor.” I blush as soon as I say that and he smiles softly at me, making me feel at ease.

“You think tasting you is a favor? You think that having your sweet taste all over my mouth is not the biggest treat I’ve had in a damn long time? Because if that’s what you think, Carita, I’m about to prove yousodamn wrong. I knew I would want more. I knew I wouldneedmore after one taste. IknewI’d crave you. I can’t get enough of you. Now drop your legs and open up for me. Let me see all of you before I taste you again.”

I follow his command and spread my legs open more,letting my knees fall until they hit the bed with a soft bounce. He stops to look at me and I feel my cheeks flushing again. I consider closing my legs but his words ‘Don’t hide from me’repeat on a loop, giving me the confidence to own this moment. He’s standing there frozen in time, his eyes devouring me whole without even laying a finger on me. He makes me feel so beautiful, so desired.

“I wish you could see yourself, Cara. I wish you could see this perfect pussy glistening, so wet and ready for me.”

His mouth goes straight to my clit, sucking gently and pulling a moan from me. When I arch my back at the sensation, he uses his hands to lift my ass off the bed giving him better access to all of me. He grabs one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, as he lowers his tongue to my entrance and starts licking, kissing, and sucking. If he continues like this I will come all over his mouth again. Twice in one night. He brings his thumb up to my clit and presses gently while his mouth explores the rest of me.

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