Page 52 of Not In Love

His mouth was still on hers while he fucked her with his fingers like he knew her body better than she did. No, he truly did know.

She whimpered into the kiss, legs constrained by the sweatpants around her knees. She licked at his tongue, begging him to play. She stretched herself onto her toes and rubbed her breasts against his chest, hoping to distract him. He loved her tits, didn’t he?

She wasn’t ready for it to be over too soon.

His fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, hitting and nudging at her g-spot every single time while his thumb circled her clit in relentless rotations.

The rough pants of her breaths, the greedy sounds of his fingers and the way his chest pressed her into the door, flattening her breasts, and his mouth… Oh God, his teeth sucking at her lower lip, sending a sharp pulse of pain shooting through her that made the pleasure keener.

Stars exploded behind Kash’s eyes and suddenly, she was there. She was also a star, no, the sun itself, and she shattered into a million sparks.

She came with a sob, caught and swallowed by Diego’s mouth, as if that too belonged to him. Arms numb, her body still curled into his as if he could be the shelter from the storm.

“Diego, I?—”

But he still wasn’t in a listening mood apparently, even after wrecking her.

Her knees buckled as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and painted her lips with her arousal. Dark eyes held hers as she tasted herself first and then licked at the tips of his fingers. Kash flushed as his gaze ate her up.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms.

She wrapped her limbs around him automatically, stunned at the care in his touch even now. He laid her on the bed like she was made of spun glass.

With slow tugs and confident movements, he stripped her. Her t-shirt. Her thong. The robe had been long forgotten on the floor.

Kash closed her eyes as he undid her messy braid and fanned her hair around her pillow. Every inch of her skin tingled under his thorough gaze, her nipples already beading at the cool kiss of a breeze. Between her thighs, she was sated and sensitized and yet, a fresh fever broke out on her skin.

When the bed dipped, she hurriedly opened her eyes. Just in time.

One knee on the bed, Diego pulled his shirt off.

Her eyes roamed over him greedily, taking in the cuts of muscle, the faint trail of hair that led down from his navel, the flat ridges of his abdomen that she wanted to trail with the tip of her tongue.

Eyes holding hers, he shoved his jeans down, taking his boxers along. His cock sprang up, thick, beautiful, achingly hard. And his powerfully muscled thighs were a feast to take in.

Kash gasped, parting her thighs in invitation without meaning to. Her core tingled and clenched on emptiness, readying itself.

Walking around the bed, that thick length bobbing with his light steps, he turned on both bedside lamps. Soft golden light illuminated every inch of her skin. Every scar on her knee and stretch mark on her thighs and hips. His gaze danced from the top of her head to her lips, her neck, her aching breasts, the curve of her belly, and the rough curls at her pussy that she hadn’t gotten around to taking care of.

Her stomach clenched, more worried about the eagerness and the neediness he might see in her eyes than her body.

When she looked up, it was to find him looking at her like she was made of magic. Like he wanted to memorize every line and divot and dimple she was made of.

Her throat tightened and yet again, she swallowed the words.

He climbed onto the bed and in one fell swoop, his powerful body covered hers like a shield, like a prayer. Kash drowned under the weight of him, burned under the heat of his skin. Arched so that she could feel it in every inch of her.

He kissed her again, slow now, deep and searching. Like he needed to map her from the inside. Her fingers trembled as they curled around his shoulders.

He’d crudely claimed he wanted to fuck her but this wasn’t sex. This wasn’t him just slating his lust. This was… she had no words for the sensation that filled her.

It folded her in, like waves pulling her under and making her forget the surface altogether.

His mouth left hers to trace her throat, her collarbone. He sucked a mark into the curve of her shoulder, then moved lower. He palmed her breasts, kissed one, then the other, flicking her nipples until she cried out and arched into him. He suckled them until she was sobbing and writhing, nothing but a mindless creature of need now.

Her breath hitched. It was too much but also just right.

He kissed her hips. Her thighs. Her stretch marks. She didn’t understand how he made her feel this seen. This wanted. This ruined.

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