Page 40 of Loving My Enemy

“That was delicious, Antonio. Thanks for dinner.” The food was great, probably one of the top-ten meals of my life this far, but the pleasure humming through my body had nothing to do with authentic Brazilian cuisine and everything to do with the half-Brazilian man staring at me with a smug smile on his face. The problem was, he had every right to be smug because the way he played my body, licking me so intimately, had been the single greatest sexual encounter of my life.

“My pleasure.” The words rolled off his tongue and my body could feel the roll of said tongue even as I squeezed my legs tight enough to make my ears ring.

“Pretty sure the pleasure was mine,” I told Antonio, making him laugh.

“Mine too,” he said, confirming what I’d seen earlier as he stood in front of my still-quivering body, an impressive bulge making it hard to tear my eyes away from his body. I couldn’t believe that tasting me like that had gotten him so hot and bothered.

“I think I would like to try that next.” Throughout the delicious meal, all I could think about was returning the favor … with energy. I wondered if it was the newness that made it feel so good. I wanted to make Antonio come apart the way I had. I stood and pushed my chair back with a determined look on my face.

Antonio’s eyes widened. “Now?”

I laughed and nodded as I made my way to the other side of the table. “Unless there’s some waiting period after eating. Like with swimming.” Antonio looked up at me and, for the first time since we met, he looked unsure. “Is there?”

The uncertainty faded and his lips curled into a smile. “There isn’t.”

“Good.” I dropped down in front of him and my hands went to his waistband, unsnapping the buttons on his jeans and grabbing a fistful of fabric at the waistband. His hips lifted up so I could reveal him and when I did, I sat back with a shocked expression on my face. “Are you bigger than average?” He felt big in my hands, thick and heavy, at least eight or nine inches. And gorgeous. A thick vein ran down the underside and it was so hard but so soft, and I couldn’t resist a small taste.

“A bit,” he growled as my tongue slid against the head of his cock. I licked it again just to hear him groan because that sound hit me right between the thighs, making me pulse and leak. “Shit, Elka.”

The tightness in his voice pushed me forward and I wrapped my mouth around his cock, using my lips and tongue to bring him pleasure. I remembered everything I’d seen or read about giving head and took him deeper and deeper, making sure my mouth was good and wet. The sounds Antonio made told me he was pleased with my actions and I kept them up, letting his cock hit the back of my throat and then sucking him like a lollipop.

His hips started to move in long slow strokes and I grabbed his thighs, holding on while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes, relishing how much pleasure I was getting from pleasing him. “Oh fuck, Elka.” I took him deep one more time before he pulled away with a menacing growl.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he grunted and scooped me in his arms. “Bedroom?”

I pointed up the steps and he took them two at a time until we were in my bedroom, decorated in vibrant colors with flowers everywhere. Everywhere.

Antonio didn’t seem to notice because all his attention was focused on me as he removed my dress, leaving me totally naked. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I didn’t feel beautiful; I felt self-conscious. My nipples were hard and my thighs were embarrassingly sticky. But I wanted more. God, I wanted so much more. “No, you are.” That much was true. He was a work of art, all that golden skin and hard-sculpted muscles that had been playing a starring role in my fantasies since he left me on the side of the road.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled when my hands moved to cover my nakedness. “What do you need, Elka?”

You.Those words were on the tip of my tongue and I couldn’t figure out why, so I swallowed them down while I thought of what I really wanted. Another ride on his magical tongue. I wanted his cock too, but it had me slightly more concerned.

He grinned. “You want me to lick your pussy again? Only if you say the words.”

Damn him. The way he teased made me want to tease and play right back. Leaning back on my elbows, I stuck my chest out and opened my knees just a smidge wider. “Lick my pussy, Antonio.” I felt bold and beautiful, or maybe I just felt horny.

He did just as I asked, sprawled half on the bed with his head between my legs, licking and sucking me until I tried to get away from his mouth. He kept going until my toes began to curl and strange animal sounds came from my gut. But I was close.

So close.

Antonio must have felt it because he stopped and stripped off the rest of his clothes before sliding between my thighs, slowly invading my body until the invasion became claiming. It stung at first, but only a little. Then it started to feel good. Really, really good. “Antonio, yes.” I couldn’t help it that my body clung to him, held on tight while he pumped in and out of me, making me crazy.

“Your pussy is so tight, Elka. So fucking wet. I love it.” His hips moved slow and deep within me, adding just enough fuel to make the fire burn progressively hotter. “You should feel how wet you get when I talk to you.”

“Antonio, please. I need more.”

He smiled down at me. “You want more of my cock?”

“No, I need it. Please.” Even as he asked the question, I felt my body pulse and quiver around him as he plunged deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

My words did something to him, because Antonio stopped talking and only his grunts sounded in the air as his hips pumped harder and harder. His hazel eyes never left mine, his wild gaze searing through me as his body claimed mine. “Elka, oh fuck, Elka.”

“Harder. Please, Antonio.” He stared harder as he gripped my hips and slid into me from a different angle, a wickedly delicious angle that did wonderful things to my body. “Oh, yes!” My hands began to claw at his body. Goosebumps peppered my skin and then pleasure took over. Somewhere in the distance, I heard loud, throaty cries, guttural roars, and the sound of Antonio’s name on lips that felt like mine.

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