Page 49 of Fruit
“Get this fucking shirt off,” I say, pulling at the material over his shoulders. I hadn’t taken it off last time, and I’ve been cursing myself ever since.
Sebastián sits on his heels for a moment and strips his shirt in the hot way that guys do, pulling from the back of the neck and taking it off in one smooth movement. He goes to lean down and kiss me again, but I stop him, wanting to take him in.
I whistle lowly. “Damn,” I say, running my hand across his abs, up through the hair on his chest. There’s only one tattoo on him here, right over his heart. A delicate forget-me-not flower, the ink faded as if he’s had it for quite a while. I look up at his face.
“Please don’t wear a shirt ever again,” I say. Sebastián snorts.
“I won’t if you won’t.”
“Buddy, let me tell you a thing about the inequality between sexes…”
“Sure. But later.”
“Smart plan.”
I drag him down to kiss him, arching my body into his. I slide one of my legs between his and rub at the hardness growing there. He groans slightly into my mouth, and, God, I want to hear him do that again.
His hands slip under my shirt and he unhooks my bra.
“Very smooth,” I tease. I untangle my arms from the straps, and he gets the bra out of the way.
“I have a mannequin in the closet I practise on every night.”
“What a sensible and not at all creepy pastime.”
“I know, right?”
We can barely kiss through our smiles, but then he pulls away, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I lick at it, and he takes it away to slip his hand under my shirt again, running the now-wet thumb across one of my nipples.
“You like boobs, huh?” I say, even though my eyelashes are fluttering.
Sebastián laughs. “I hear you’re a fan of them yourself.”
“I’m more of an ass-woman myself.”
“Mmm, me too,” he says, and his other hand goes down to squeeze my ass.
“I fucking love it when you do that,” I tell him. He grins.
“Duly noted.”
He takes my shirt off, leaving me in my skirt and panties, and leans down so we can kiss again. We rock into each other, my breasts pressing against his chest. I get why some people like things smooth and hairless, but I love the rasp of his chest hair against my sensitive nipples. I moan into his mouth and press my thigh between his legs again. He grips my ass a little tighter and I try not to grin.
“Pants. Off,” I manage. He takes too long to obey, kissing down my neck, and I push him until he’s on his back.
I unbutton and unzip his jeans, dragging them down along with his underwear and socks until he’s completely naked for me.
Fuck.What a sight. His sheets are white, and his skin is stark in contrast. His chest is heaving slightly, the glow of the lamp jumping off his skin, his thighs thick and tight, his dick hard against his thigh. His expression, open and wanting, glows in the low light.
I step off the bed for a moment, and he leans up on his elbows to watch me. I unzip my skirt, letting it fall and pool around my feet, and then drop my panties too. I get on the mattress, crawling over him, and Sebastián’s hands reach out for me, running across my spine, my thighs, my ass, as if he just can’t get enough.
I look down at him before I kiss him. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell him because, God, he is. I could paint him a million times and would never get tired of the look in his eyes.
I kiss him before he can reply, and the slide of our naked bodies is the most delicious thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s so warm, and as he wraps his arms around me, I feel calm and desperate all at once.
He slips his fingers between my legs and slides them against my folds, my clit. I rock against them as we kiss, feeling the edges of me flare and burn.
“Condom?” I ask when I can’t take any more.
