Page 88 of The Slayer
Chapter Twenty-Four
They never did get around to dinner. Alaine just lay there in bed, savoring the silence. She found she liked this almost as much as the sex, lying on top of Chuito as he caressed her bare back, and she rested her head over the cross tattoo on his chest.
His heartbeat had calmed and was now the slow, steady thump from a man who was very fit. She ran a hand over the biceps of his left arm, enjoying being able to touch him. She let herself just feel his body, completely bare under hers, all hard angles and cut ridges.
Alaine didn’t think about the rest of it.
She didn’t acknowledge that she had done exactly what she had been determined not to. She had stripped down and given herself to him, and a part of her, that young, hopelessly-in-love part that had never given up hope, thought it was enough.
He couldn’t leave after this.
Whatever it was in Miami that was trying to pull him back couldn’t be more sacred than what they had here. She turned her head and kissed the base of his neck, letting her lips linger over his warm skin before she shifted over him and moved up to his ear. She licked at the shell of it, and he grunted.
Chuito let his head loll to the side, and she loved that he was able to do that, just surrender to her, letting her be bold. He cupped her ass, his big palm rough against such sensitive flesh. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tightly like he did when they were dancing as she nipped and kissed her way over to the other side of his neck.
Chuito slid his leg up between hers so that his thigh was pressed tight against her pussy. When he arched his hips, she moaned at the brush of it, and even though she was just on the edge of too tender, she didn’t care.
She sucked hard, seeing the stain of her kiss marking his skin, and she liked it enough that she did it again. Even worn-out and lazy, there was no gentleness between them like she had imagined when she’d been younger.
This was savage.
Raw.
So real and gritty it chafed and marked, staining her soul with the intensity of it.
While still kissing his neck, Alaine reached between their bodies, finding his cock that was hardening again despite them doing it three times before. She stroked him, marveling at how big he was in her hand.
Thick. Cut. The head of it much broader than she’d seen on the other men she’d been with. She wondered if that was why it felt better when he pushed in, igniting every sexual sensor she had as he took her, but she knew that wasn’t totally it.
It felt good because it was Chuito.
Because this electric connection wasn’t something she could just try to pretend existed with anyone else but him.
Chuito let out a low, purely carnal groan and fisted her hair. He tugged her head back and forced her lips to his. They kissed hard, tongues brushing, their moans mingling as she stroked him and arched into the press of his thigh between her legs until she was wet and aching again.
They were both sweaty and sticky, in desperate need of a shower.
Instead they kissed and touched, making each other ache until Chuito grasped her wrist and forced her hand away from him. He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her palm as he opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting hers between the spaces of her fingers.
Her breath caught as she watched him suck on her index finger. She closed her eyes when he released her fingers only to suck on the inside of her wrist, hard, almost bruising.
Then Chuito forced her hand down between their bodies and pushed her fingers between the folds of her pussy.
“Tócate. Let me watch, mami.” His voice was low, husky with the rasp of sex in it. “Turn me on.”
She could feel how turned on he was—the evidence of it was pressed against her stomach—but she did as he asked because the way he said it turnedheron. She straddled his hips and pushed up, resting one hand on his chest as she rubbed her clit with spit-slicked fingers. She tossed her head back, making her hair fall to her other shoulder in an invitation Chuito took.
He fisted her hair and kissed her neck, before he breathed against her ear. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You don’tsoundwet.”
She smiled. “How does wet sound?”
“I’ll tell you when I hear it.”
Chuito used his hold on her hair to tug her head back and sat up, pulling her tightly into his lap. He leaned down to suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, until she let out a choked sound of pleasure.
