Page 10 of Thorns of Desire
“Amorina,” he groaned, his accent thick, as I brushed my pussy against his hard cock.
His hands gripped my hips and he slid me down his body, my pussy grinding against his muscular thigh. A delightful friction causing goose bumps to scatter across my collarbone.
“Make yourself come riding my thigh.” I loved his gruff tone, and even more his thick accent. Somehow I knew it to be a sign that he was as aroused as I was. “Give me one more and I’ll reward you.”
My cheeks flushed with heat, and I swallowed thickly, turned on beyond belief.
Shivering a little, I propped myself against his abs, hitching myself above his left thigh. When I looked at him, I saw he was focused on my glistening pussy, dark desire dominating his beautiful face.
My heart rate surged, but so did my arousal, and I rocked my hips. Rubbing hard, grinding down against him. It was awkward,my movements jerky and unpracticed. I felt my skin prickle as I used him to get myself off, my sex growing impossibly slick.
My breathing labored, becoming frantic as I sensed how close I was. I whimpered and let my gaze flicker to Manuel.
“Touch yourself.” His tone was harsher, his muscles tense. I reached between us and flicked my finger over my drenched clit. I moaned. Loudly. But before I could circle it and make myself come, his thick fingers wrapped around my wrist and he brought my hand up to his mouth, taking my finger between his lips and sucking on it.
I shuddered as I tilted my pelvis and ground down on his thigh with force, holding his gaze, and pleasure washed through me. A cry escaped me—needy, desperate, noisy. I loved being noisy.
Pure ecstasy had my back arching, a passion pounding through me that I’d only read about. Hard. Fast. Wet. I’d never even been able to describe a scene this erotic in the books I was most proud of.
His hand wrapped around my nape, pulling me down and taking my mouth in a hard, wet kiss, his tongue dominating as I whimpered and moaned. Finally, I felt the dregs of my release ripple through my body.
But it still wasn’t enough now. I needed more. I needed his dick.
When I came back from the edge, sprawled on top of Manuel, my muscles reduced to jelly, he released my mouth.
My forehead rested against his and I breathed heavily.
“You’ll give me one more,” he rasped, once again sending goose bumps scattering over my slick flesh.
This man had given me two of the most intense orgasms of my life. It was like he knew what I wanted and needed better than I did.
His hand swept down my back affectionately, and I mentally cataloged his tenderness for the hero in my next novel. This man had all the traits a woman would lose her mind for—insane sex drive, a body even ancient gods would be jealous of, and a hint of badass charisma. Or maybe my mind was conjuring it all after spotting a single tattoo on his back, a skull wrapped in thorns and roses.
I lifted my head and pressed my mouth to his.
“You said three,” I murmured against his lips, then shifted so I could straddle his big body, feeling like the goddess of sex—powerful, seductive, and irresistible. The look in Manuel’s eyes was feeding it.
“Are you going to fuck me and make me forget my promise?” he rasped, and I leaned back, the tips of my hair falling over his tanned skin and dusting across the most magnificent abs I’d ever seen.
“No, Manuel,” I murmured, peering down my nose at him. “I’m going to ride you like a rodeo.”
The reaction wasn’t exactly what I was going for. He blinked, watching me with a blank expression that hinted once more to a language barrier.
I cleared my throat, my aroused flush suddenly replaced by slight embarrassment. “I’m going to ride you like a stallion.”
Still no reaction. Maybe he’d never heard the figure of speech before?
I stared at him, wondering how to come off sounding like a polished writer and seductress of a hot, older man who obviously knew what he was doing. I was out of my depth, desperately searching for something to get this show back on the road.
“I’m going to ride you like a… hot Italian daddy?” It came out more as a question than I’d been going for, but before I could ponder on it, Manuel grinned and shifted, lacing his hands behind his head as if to make himself comfortable.
“You should have started with that,amorina. Forget horses and cowboys. Now ride me.”
FIVE
MANUEL
I’d well and truly wrecked this girl, butcazzo, she was wrecking me too.
