Page 23 of Not In Love

“Keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for not holding out until I’m inside you,” he bit out through a tight jaw.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered, sliding down to his thighs. Her mouth, and pussy, watered as she took his cock in hand.

She tried to smooth the condom over his pulsing length, ignoring the way his breath hitched under her touch. Her fingers shook twice before she could get it on him.

This was supposed to be one more way to burn off everything she didn’t want to carry out of this room. But she was nervous, as if she’d never done this before.

“Slow down, Doc. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid up her thighs, squeezing and reverent in turns, thumbs brushing circles into her skin as if he had all the time in the world.

All she wanted was to sink into his touch and soak it in, stay in this bed for a week at least and shut the outside world. She wouldn’t even ask to come, as long as he touched her like this. The sheer intensity of that longing made her say, “No. I need this cock inside me. Now.”

Going to her knees, she fisted his cock and squeezed up and down, before she sank down onto him in one jerky downswing of her hips. He filled her so completely that pain and pleasure melded. The stretch was a hot, perfect burn that had her head tipping back and moaning loudly.

Diego’s “Christ, I knew this cunt would swallow me whole,” was guttural. He gripped her hips, cupped her ass, steadying her, guiding her—but not pushing, not rushing.

Kash pushed to her knees, testing the fit, and bore down again. Fire licked down her spine, gathering like molten heat in her core.

She had come only half hour ago, but he was big, and she hadn’t been completely ready this time and it...hurt. But in a damn good way. In a fuck her soul kind of way.

When she was about to do it again, he arrested her hips. The smooth skin of his chest gleamed with sweat as he held her skewered over him, then rolled his hips in a way that had her arching her spine. He filled his hands with her breasts, making her bow toward him and gave her a few short, hard thrusts that had her moaning incessantly. Her throat felt raw, like every other inch of her.

She could hardly catch her breath when he wrapped a hand around her neck. Her pulse skittered under his thumb. “I said slow down, Preciosa.” Husky and deep, his command washed over her, making every inch of her bow in surrender. “You aren’t rushing me here, Kash.”

She arched her neck, testing his hold, and ground her hips down. The tightness relented just a little as her arousal gushed around him. “This isn’t some romantic lovemaking, Diego.” She clutched his wrist, brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. “I want to be fucked until my brains are leaking out of my ears and I can’t think. Not chitchat about feelings.”

As if in reward, or punishment, he gave her another one of those hip swivels that made stars explode at the back of her eyes. Even like this, seemingly on top of him, she was putty in his hands. “Does that feel like chitchat, baby?”

“No,” Kash said, sweat dripping down her temple. She undulated back and forth on his cock, setting a slow rhythm. His other hand drifted down her chest, past her stomach to her clit, as he drilled his hips into her. Thank God she’d booked herself into a luxury resort because the walls would have carried their moans over.

Every shift, every roll of his hips was slow, deliberate, dragging pleasure out until her breath stuttered. Then he pushed up and the fit was even better and his thrusts rougher, relentless. Kash thought she might burst out of her skin. She felt achingly, incredibly, full.

His mouth roamed over her chest, up her throat, the faint rasp of stubble leaving trails across her skin. “I kiss when I fuck, Dr. Shah. If you want me to stop one, I have to stop the other too.”

And then he took her mouth for a spin, somehow managing to make it tender amidst rough grunts and rougher thrusts. Somehow, reaching her crusted up heart through it all.

He kissed her like he wanted to memorize her taste for tomorrow morning. For the rest of their lives. His scent surrounded her, clean sweat, faint spice, something unmistakably him.

And that’s all it took, this feeling of being engulfed in this man who saw both sides of her.

She felt herself unraveling too quickly, the coil of pressure tightening far faster than she wanted. Her nails dug into his shoulders, breath ragged as his fingers slid between them again, circling, coaxing until her hips snapped forward, chasing every thrust.

This time, her orgasm slammed into her without warning, her body locking around him. Every nerve lit up, raw and bright, like the Christmas lights decorating every tree in the resort’s lobby. It went on and on, urged on by his teeth scoring down her cheek, his cock drinking in every clench and release of her muscles.

“Fuck, Kash, you squeeze me like a vise when you come,” Diego whispered against the shell of her ear, before licking at her. “This cunt, it’s made for me, Preciosa. Sorry it took me this long to claim it.”

She cursed softly under her breath, his filthy declaration prolonging her pleasure. Tears and snot and sweat dripped down her face, and splashed onto his warm skin. The aftershocks rumbled through her pelvis, making a mess out of her in every way possible.

“Look at you, Kash. All broken down and used up.” Diego punctuated his words with strokes of his hands, patting and soothing her, from her head to where he was still like a steel poker inside her. “All mine.”

It was so much better with him inside her, yes, but she also knew it was his words, his kisses, the way he held her that made it infinitely better.

That made it feel like it was more than just an orgasm, but a clearing out, a cleansing.

Before she could fall apart entirely, she grabbed his face and scored her teeth down his jaw. He was salt and sweat on her tongue, a taste she easily swallowed. “Should’ve known you would fuck like a champ, Diego. I’m sorry too, for not realizing the solution to my freeze state was right there. We could have gotten this over by now and returned to reality.”

Fingers bracing around her throat, he held her gaze, as if he could see and touch the choking emotion flickering beneath her asinine words. He licked her lower lip and at her gasp, swooped in like a thief. He devoured her, as if her mouth was his last feast. As if he meant to steal even more from her.

When he released her, with a bite and pop, Kash clung to his mouth, all good sense misted away. God, the man kissed like he owned her, stamping every inch of her with his own brand of magic.

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