Page 55 of The Seven Month Itch
At my nod, he places his arm behind me to cradle my head and leans down for a deep kiss. His other hand holds my hip as he slides in. My head tips back, and my breath hitches at the burn, a mix of pain and pleasure.
Our moans intertwine with every inch I take. Beads of sweat freckle his forehead at his slow worship. He’s holding back to keep from splitting me in two. “Just breathe, baby.” A flurry of kisses coats my neck.
My body relaxes at his touch. He moves until he bottoms out and waits for me to adjust to the stretch. He leans in and kisses my forehead. “Te adoro,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.I adore you. Spanish rolls from the lips planting slow kisses on a tour of my body.
“Eres mi vida.”You are my life.
“Te quiero tanto.”I love you so much.
He presses his mouth over my heart for a final declaration. “Eres la dueña de mi corazón.”You own my heart.
The tenderness of his words in rhythm with his gentle strokes overwhelms my senses but soon becomes a dark craving for more.
“Terrence?”
He stills. “Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head and lick my lips. My hands wrap around his muscular globes to push him deeper as my hips lift to meet his center.Give me your worst, Mr. Reyes. In one swift motion, he pulls back and slams into me. I cry out and grip the sheets tohold on for dear life. He widens my legs and rolls his hips for harder thrusts, knocking the breath from my lungs. Our bodies clap together in a sound that rises to a crescendo.
“Oh, God!” I gasp for breath at the surge of heat that spreads through my body. My nails dig into his back as another orgasm rips through me and snatches my voice.
I collapse from my release, but he’s far from done. Terrence moves off the bed and drags me to the edge. He stands between my legs, sinks his fingers into my hips, and slams into me again. My body goes limp at the force of his thrusts.
How is his breath steady when I sound like I’m having an asthma attack?
He smiles and winks. “Hold on, princess. I’m not done with you yet.” I stare at him in confusion before he lifts my butt like he’s curling a barbell to spear me on his dick.
My mouth is dry, and my vagina wants to put up an out-of-office sign. I try to tap out like an MMA fighter, which earns a laugh, of all things.
“Is my baby tired?” I whimper at his taunt.
His pace quickens. He’s close, and with three hard thrusts, he empties himself inside of me. I stare at the wall, unable to lift my head. There aren’t enough protein shakes and fitness routines to justify what happened. He broke my coochie, plain and simple.
Terrence puts me in the covers. I get a kiss on the forehead before he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a washcloth to clean me up. Then he wipes himself, tosses it to the side, and crawls into bed. “Are you okay?” He pulls me close.
“Mmm.” It’s all I can get out in this sex coma.
He shakes his head with a smile and takes my face in his hands for a kiss. “Such a drama queen.” Terrence squeezes my ass and rolls onto his back. “Rest up, princess. Round two in ten minutes.”
I’m not going to make it.
Chapter 25
Justice
After four hours and three—yes,three—rounds of make-up sex, we finally rest. My body aches in the best way possible. And those kisses? They were consuming, possessive. I came alive with each sweep of his tongue.
I also came hard. Multiple times.
Terrence stays in shape, but good damn, that man has the endurance of a horse.
I missed sleeping in his arms. It’s safe, like nothing will touch me because he won’t let it. I pull my phone off the nightstand and check the time. 8:33 p.m. Back to my room, I go.
Are you out of your mind leaving this beautiful naked man in the bed by himself?
I can’t help but smile at the smirk on his face. Even in a deep sleep, he’s at peace. Terrence has one hand tucked behind his head and the other on top of the covers over his crown jewels.
There are so many things we still need to fix. For starters, did he talk to Madison? Hell, the last time I spoke to Preston, we took a rain check on our date. Imagine his surprise when he finds out I reunited with my estranged husband, swapped buckets of bodily fluids,andspent most of the evening putting dents in one of his hotel beds.
