Page 70 of Vaquero
He took things exquisitely slower this time, making love to her mouth while, at the same time, he pumped long and slow push-ups over her. Into her. Leisurely letting her feel every ridge and satiny inch. Spearing her with uncanny skill that hit all the erogenous zones, over and over again. Warming her up. Rocking into her body the same way he had already rocked her world. With the skill of a sniper with his finger on the trigger. Only this time, the trigger was that tight, tiny knot at the apex of her thighs. He knew precisely what his fingertip was doing. With every flick and scrape of his thumbnail, her body tensed. Until...
“Julio,” she moaned, her mouth still full and her heart opened wide for the breaking. For that was what this was. The only way he could ever break her was if she gave all. So, Meg did. She was under his spell now. Blinded by waves of intense sensation coursing over and through her, she gave her whole heart to the warrior pumping into her. No matter what happened next, she needed this connection. This man. This now.
He tipped his head away from her then. “Come for me, Meg,” he breathed into her face, his breath hot. “Don’t ever hold back. You need this. I know you do. So do I. Let go. Please, baby. Come for me.”
“Wrong,” she moaned, her eyes closed as the tsunami within her commenced its build up. “I need you. Only you. This is just icing...”
Her core clenched, gripping Julio. Her legs stiffened as her entire body became a loaded spring, pulled tight. So tight. To the point of breaking, tight. Until—
Julio thrust extra deep and hard and growled, “Pure love needs no words, only action to prove it exists. Talk is cheap. You already know I love you, Meg.”
“Yessss…” With those words, white-hot lightning struck, lifting Meg’s ass off the mattress. Their bodies exploded together. What a time to tell her. W-w-wow. What a gloriously wonderful time to fall—
“God!” she cried out, her fingernails now dug into Julio’s taut backside. “I’m coming…” By then she was growling as hard as he was. They sounded like lions mating instead of a civilized man and woman. But this coming was completely feral and raw, as elemental as sex could be.
“Good,” he purred gruffly. “Come, my sweet baby. Give it all to me. All of you. Please. Make me whole again.”
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Consider it done.
The thing that had begun with a sweet, feathery kiss, ended in a whirl of crazy, wild, life-giving fireworks. Mother Nature had packed so much shared pleasure into just a few sweaty seconds of heavy breathing, but this explosive coming was worth the pleasure of the ride. While the crest of her sexual tsunami tipped over and curled into itself, into her, Meg held onto the solid wall of humble male muscle surrounding her. Filling her. She hadn’t noticed until then that Julio’s big hands were cupping her ass again, lifting her off the mattress while he pistoned into her.
“I… I can’t,” she told him as, with every stroke, that sensual wave began another breathtaking climb. “It’s too, too much, Julio. Too soon.” She still hadn’t settled from her last orgasm. How could she handle another? Her throat had gone raspy and dry. But her core wasn’t. Julio made sure of that.
“There is no such thing as too much love,” he whispered, his lips soft and wet at her temple. The tip of his tongue ran around the curl of her ear. “Love is all there is, Meg. Come again. With me. Let’s be one.”
Oh, God, she was doing it again. Not that she meant to. It was just happening, without her having made the decision or doing anything more than holding onto this man. Her man. With every seductive stroke of Julio’s clever fingertips, with every moist nibble and every tender kiss, the sweetest tension built within Meg’s heated body until… his love swept over her once more.
She closed her eyes and gasped at the powerful connection. His knees were between her thighs, his masculine scent in her nose, and the coarse brush of his chest hairs over her ultra-sensitized nipples… Everything that was Julio combined to fill her now. The whorl of his fingerprints on the skin covering her plump ass. The heat of his breath.This, oh God! This!
At last, the last sparks of fireworks fell to earth, and Meg fell with them, back into Julio’s arms. She would never be the same again.
His forehead came to rest on hers. “I meant every word. I love you, Meg.”
She couldn’t help that tears filled her eyes. “I hear you,” she whispered. “But I loved you first, and you know it.”
That made him smile. “Are you always competitive? Even now? While we’re here in your bed and naked together? Do you always have to be right? After we’ve just made the sweetest, tenderest love to each other?”
Meg shrugged. What did them being naked have to do with anything? “I’m not competitive. I’m right.”
Man, when Julio smiled, when he truly let his light shine forth, he was a different guy all together. So damned handsome. She ran her palm along his shaven cheek, petting him like the dangerous jungle cat she knew he was. If there were apex predators in the world of men, Julio was that beast. Better yet, he was a happy beast, and he was all hers.
He leaned his forehead to hers. “Yes, you are right. But women are blessed with gifts men do not have. Intuition, for one. Homemaking skills, for another.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, not sure she’d heard right. “Homemaking skills? I think you’ve got the wrong girl if you think for one minute that I’m just going to—”
He pressed a firm finger over her ranting lips to shut her up. “But this time I am right,” he murmured, his deep brown eyes gone dark and dreamy. “It is only women like you who can truly make a house a home. That is what I meant to say. Only women can make a baby, too.”
Oh. That.Something swelled inside her ribcage. By then Julio’s legs were slack between hers, and she couldn’t keep her hands off him. His body weighed hers down, but it was the most comfortable crush she’d ever felt. “It takes two to make a baby and raise a child,” she whispered, so in love with this brave man that she could cry. “A mom and a dad. Lovers.”
The pink tip of his tongue kissed the middle of his bottom lip. “Two is a very good number. So is three, when that third is a baby. But women also have the power to lead a man by his nose, to make him do things he would not usually do.”
She egged him on. “Like what?”
“Like learn to play guitar.”
There was so much she didn’t know about this guy. “You play?”
He shook his head. “No, but I would learn. That way I could compose love songs for you.”
“And sing them, too?”
His smile deepened into a grin. “Probably not. I am only good in the shower.”
“You’re on,” she crowed. “This place comes with a nice big shower. I wanna hear you sing. Let’s go.”
He kissed her then. Thoroughly. Deeply.
But she knew what he was doing. Julio was trying to distract her.
Silly man. Distraction only worked with kids. Not with a woman who very much wanted this particular man to sing her a love song.
