Page 19 of Hidden By His Side

“Put your leg over me. Open yourself up.”

She shivered as she did what he asked, and he kissed her, staring into her eyes while his hand stroked down her side, over the soft flare of her hip. Her body shuddered as it arched into his, not lined up at all since he was too damn tall and she was a short thing. That was okay. She wasn’t ready for him to enter her yet. He ignored the ache in his cock as he stroked over her silky ass.

“Is this okay?” he asked against her lips.

“Not there,” she said, shimmying against his hand. “Touch my pussy, Ram.”

He groaned, never imagining those words from her. Her lips were the ones to capture his this time, and he let her have control of the kissing as his focus locked on the hand that moved between her legs.

He stroked over her slit first, finding it wet but nowhere near wet enough. He dragged his finger up, lightly moving over her clit. Each movement wound tension inside her, but this wasn’t the stiff, scared tension from before. She rocked against his hand, her tongue darting into his mouth, and their kiss turned filthy as he rubbed circles around her clit, driving her crazy.

Summer groaned before suddenly sucking on his tongue, shocking the hell out of him. His finger dipped to her slit, finding it wetter than before. He moved back up and right over her clit as she ravaged his mouth. He loved every second of it, struggling to focus, testing what she liked. Small up and downstrokes worked best, and he kept them as soft as he could, loving the way she writhed against his hand, trying to get more.

Her mouth broke away from his as she cried out, her knee lifting higher along his side. “Please, Ram,” she said, her blue eyes darker than normal with how dilated her pupils had become.

He increased the pressure, but by small degrees, watching the flush cover her body as she panted against his lips. Her body started to shake, and she made little “uhn” sounds in her throat, driving his need higher. He kept the pressure light but sped up his strokes, working over her thrumming clit until she broke, her nails digging into his shoulders. This orgasm was longer than her first one, and he stroked her through it.

He kissed her, finding her lips sloppy in the sexiest way, the meeting of mouths messy and full of her desire.

“You liked that?” he asked, rubbing his nose against hers. His lips spread in satisfaction as she blushed. He leaned toward her ear, letting his breath wash over her. “You like falling apart for me, baby girl?”

She shuddered again, moving her clit against his still finger and he captured her moan, wanting to taste it.

His finger moved back to her now dripping slit, and he pushed inside of her slowly, testing her resistance.

Summer stopped kissing him, her focus all on his finger inside of her. He took over the kiss, stroking with his tongue in a mimic of how he slid in and out of her with just that one finger. Herhips followed him when he withdrew, and he pushed in a little deeper, groaning into her mouth when she arched into his hand.

“You sure you want my cock?” he asked.

Her dazed eyes locked on his. “Yes. Fuck me, Ram.”

His mind blanked as her words sucker punched him. He rolled her onto her back, surging against his own hand in his need to be inside her. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, suddenly glad he was still dressed. He would have had her spread and filled way too quickly. “You can’t say such filthy things to me, baby girl.”

He expected a startled giggle or even another moan, but her body had frozen under his.

“Summer?” he called, but her eyes were wide and unseeing. He rolled them back to their sides, his fingers, still wet from her, tilting her chin up, stroking her jaw as he pressed their foreheads together. “Look at me, baby girl. I’m right here. It’s me.”

Her breath shuddered out as her eyes focused again. They filled, a tear slipping out and down her nose, making his stomach bottom out the way it always did when she cried.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said, continuing to stroke her face, her tears making him wish he could go back and kill all of her rapists again, slowly this time. “None of this is your fault. I went too fast again, even though I knew better.”

She shook her head. “I knew it was you, and still I—”

He rubbed his nose against hers before kissing her tear tracks and tasting salt. “Logic doesn’t always play into it. You’ve done so well today, coming for me twice. Whydon’t we stop here?”

Her head bumped against his as she shook it. “No!”

“We’ll get there, Summer. I’m just offering not to do it all at once.” Ramiro pulled her face into his neck so she wouldn’t see him grimace. Getting to touch her once was already straining all his good intentions. Spreading it out over multiple sessions would break his control completely, to where he’d never be able to let her live her own life.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said into his throat. Her lips moved, kissing over his Adam’s apple and sending a shudder through his body. She reached between them, cupping his erection through his slacks. “I want you inside me. No matter how long it takes.”

Her hand on his cock, her breasts against his chest, and her lips continuing to kiss along his neck made it impossible to deny her. “I’ll go slower again,” he offered, even though all he wanted was to thrust inside her.

“It wasn’t that,” she mumbled, kissing his Adam’s apple again as she continued to touch him.

Ramiro focused on her words. “I startled you, didn’t I?” he asked, remembering the surge of need that had caused his instincts to take over, to cover her and ache to push inside.

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