Page 59 of Hidden By His Side

His hands were so big. On her ass, they were no longer gentle. No, they gripped her tightly, owning her.

She liked the idea of him owning her body.

Her legs loosened, and she pressed her knees to either side of his hips before wrapping her arms tight around his neck again. “More,” she begged, kissing him.

Like always, Ramiro gave her what she asked for—more of those long, drugging kisses, more strokes of his tongue, just more, making everything but her desire for him fade away.

She tried to writhe against his chest, needing relief for the tight buds her nipples had become. No shirt covered his chest; he’d been shirtless every night. She loved how masculine he looked. His chest was solid and thick and hairy. She wanted to feel that hair against her.

She had to release him in order to pull her pajama top off, and their lips clung before they separated. She didn’t care where her shirt went; all she cared about was capturing his lips with hers again the second it was off. This kiss included delicious friction against her nipples with every shift against his naked, hairy chest.

Ramiro broke their kiss to her moan of protest, but then his lips dove down to her neck, to the opposite side from the hickey he’d left before. His mouth felt as good as last time. He sucked hard right where her shoulder met her neck, his hands shifting up to her back, encouraging her to rub and writhe.

Her hips descended, gliding her torso down his, and suddenly his hard erection pressed right between her spread legs.

She rocked against it, proving to herself it was real. Here was proof that this wasn’t all one-sided. Ramiro had an erection. He wanted her, too.

The thought sent fire through her veins. Her body was no longer her own. All it became was need, and she lifted and lowered on all that hard heat between her legs, each movement causing his chest hair to tease her sensitive nipples even more.

His hands on her back helped her move. The next press of his hardness sent a bright spark of sensation into her body. Ramiro knew how to move her body against him, even if she didn’t. He knew just what to do, but he was also still latched on to her neck, muffling his harsh, desperate sound against her skin.

She’d caused him to make that sound, and it was all too much. Her head fell back as her hips shoved down, hitting right where she needed for the orgasm to take her.

He held her tight against his lap as she writhed and quaked and spun out of control, and a whimper escaped that sounded different from before. She was scared. The feelings rocketing through her were going to tear her apart.

The pressure at her neck eased. “That’s it, baby girl,” Ramiro murmured against her throat. “You’re coming so good for me. So gorgeous. You’re a miracle. My miracle.”

She was okay. Ramiro had her. Ramiro was proud of her.

The pulsing between her legs slowed. She panted and tried to rock against him again, but it was different this time. It didn’t solve the craving. She felt empty inside.

Summer started to scramble off his lap. After a quick tensing to hold her still, Ramiro let her go so she could. Her legs felt rubbery as she stood there, staring at the feast before her.

Ramiro was too tempting for words. His hands had moved behind him on the bed to brace himself. His chest looked even wider that way. The sight made her breasts ache, and her hands covered them, the tight nipples poking into her own palms.

“See something you like?” Ramiro asked. His hooded, dark eyes switched from her hidden breasts back to her face.

She let her eyes lower to his lap. The silky sleep pants he’d been wearing to bed every night were tented, outlining the erection that had felt so good pressed against her.

She let out a noise that sounded like a squeak, but the way his erection bobbed in reaction made her not embarrassed by it at all.

“I want you inside me.” She watched his body react again as his jaw clenched. She dropped to her knees, her fingers finding the waistband of his pants and tugging them down. His erection was freed, long and hard and doing more than just peeking out like she’d seen before. He looked like the others she’d seen, the head of his erection round, with a drop of moisture escaping the slit.

His penis was near her face from her position, and another memory rose, trying to take over. Would he want to put it in her mouth like Derek had? Nausea churned in her stomach as she remembered how helpless she had felt that night. The muskyscent was similar, though this time Ramiro’s spicy scent mixed in with the musk.

She’d already orgasmed once. She should want to put her mouth on him. He’d like it, wouldn’t he?

The thought of his penis in her mouth made her saliva grow too warm. If she tried, she was going to be sick.

“Take them all the way off,” Ramiro said, breaking through her panic.

Obeying the order was instinct. Pulling the pants down his legs and off took her gaze away from his penis. She let out a shuddering breath.

Ramiro’s hands gripped her elbows, lifting her up and onto his lap again with her pajama shorts still on. “Are you okay, baby girl? We can stop.” His hands shifted to brush her hair off her face before returning to her arms, caressing in soft strokes. “You can always stop with me. I only want to do anything you want to do.”

Her hand pressed flat against his chest, over his heart, feeling the way it thudded as his hair tickled her palm. “I want you,” she said. She wanted him inside her, but she also wanted his heart. He’d said it belonged to her, and the idea that he was telling the truth sent a throb between her legs.

Ramiro’s hands cupped her face, lifting it so he could search her eyes. What he saw there had his jaw unclenching. “There you are,” he murmured. “If you still want this, take those shorts off.”

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