Page 17 of Hidden By His Side

Summer bit her lip, her hands fluttering as if they didn’t know what to do. Nerves shifted in her eyes, even if her pupils were blown wide in lust.

“Kiss me while I touch you,” he told her, and her mouth descended, eager to go back to what she knew.

His hands worshipped her breasts while she moaned into his mouth. He caressed the smoothness of her skin, stroked over her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and earning her sudden passionate cry. He slowly added pressure, then backed off when she began to stiffen. Summer liked a lighter touch, so he continued to roll instead of pinch, letting out his own groan when she rocked against his erection.

Summer was getting hot for him, and the realization tried to erode his control.

He broke their kiss, moving his lips down her neck, and pausing when she moaned from that contact as well. Summer had a sensitive neck. He lapped at it, feeling her shake, then eased her body back against his hands in an arch as he continued down to his goal. When his lips closed around her nipple, she cried out, her hands clutching at the back of his head to hold him there as she shoved her breast harder against his face.

He was starved for her now. A hungry sound fell from his mouth as he sucked at her breast, pulling on the sensitive nipple over and over again until she began to unravel. When he lifted his head, her nipple was darkened and wet. Her hands tried to drag him back to her breast, but he wanted to see her eyes. Her head had lolled against his hand, and her eyes were unfocused.

“More. Please, Ram,” she begged, her hips rocking against his erection.

He turned, letting the back of the couch catch her as he pulled her other nipple into his mouth, repeating the suction until she clung to him. He devoured her nipple once more before his hands found her hips, changing the angle of their bodies.

She cupped his erection between her thighs. Her sleep shorts were so thin, the heat of her soaked into his dress slacks. His cock wanted him to rip their clothes open so her hot cunt would close around him, but he ignored the urge. He deliberately moved her against him, putting pressure on her clit, even through their clothes.

His fingers closed over her nipple in a gentle pinch, teasing the sweet bud while dragging her over his massive hard-on over and over again. Summer cried out. Her neck arched as her body tightened under his hands. Her nails sank into his scalp as her hips stuttered, the heat of her intense as she orgasmed.

Fucking hell. He’d made her orgasm and neither of them were naked yet.

She slumped back against the couch, all the tension leaving her body as she gasped for breath. He stared at her, and she blinked up at him in a daze, her lips parting but no words coming out.

“That was so hot, baby girl,” he told her, watching her face flush. He’d wrecked her, and he only wanted to wreck her more.

He slid his hands under her body, dragging her sleep shorts and underwear down her legs and off.

Summer was so gorgeous, and having her bare in front of him was everything he’d dreamed. Her damp curls beckoned him, the warm scent of her making his nostrils flare and his mouth water.

“I want to taste what I’ve done.” He slid off the couch to kneel and dragged her legs over his shoulders. Then his face was between her legs, and he lapped up the wetness that was all for him. His cock wanted to sink inside her heat so fucking badly. He sank his tongue inside her instead, shaking when her flavor went straight to his head.

She let out a choked cry, and he heard it as need, fucking her with his tongue and losing himself in her heat and taste.

Her hands hadn’t sunk into his hair like they had when he used his mouth on her breasts, and he tried to latch on to his control again, dragging his tongue up to her clit. When he swiped over it, he noticed how tense the muscle in the thigh under his hand was. Her whole body was stiff with tension.

He lifted his head, looking up her body, but unable to see her eyes. She was staring up at the ceiling, her breathing shallow, but not with pants. No, she was completely freaked out.

Ramiro lifted from his crouch to see her face better, the couch dipping under his weight as he braced his hands beside her torso. All the flushed pleasure had faded from her face, leaving it pale.

Her arms were curled around her middle, plumping her breasts. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

He scooped her up into his arms, earning a surprised gasp when he dragged her onto his lap. He tucked her face against his chest, stroking her bare back and trying to remove the tension that seemed like it could snap her in half.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I got carried away.” He tasted her when he wet his lips with his tongue. “Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you’ve had enough.”

“No,” she said, the word muffled against his shirt. “I want to do it all.”

The idea of sinking into her body did things to him, but she was still stiff.

“Please, Ram. Please don’t stop.”

He sighed, nuzzling against her hair. Then he gripped her tighter in his arms, lifting her as he stood.

At least she was clutching at him again, this time clinging to his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Taking you to bed.” He’d already fucked things up on the couch, but he hoped a change of scenery would help her relax again.

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