Click.Click.
The room must have been too hot, because Joaquin was sweating now, his cock threatening to split hisjeans.
He showed Mia the images. “No Ice Maidenhere.”
Then she lay back on the blanket and played with a pink nipple, one knee raised, and that delicious female anatomyrightthere.
“To hell with this.” He set his camera aside, grabbed her ankles, and drew her across the blanket toward him. “I need to tasteyou.”
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Mia’s heart tripped, wetness pooling between her thighs, Joaquin’s forcefulness and his use of strength striking unexpected sparks inside her. She hadn’t known she would like that. “Okay, that was hot. You can skip theforeplay.”
“Why would I want to do that?” He bent her knees back, settled himself so that his face rested between her thighs, his gaze fixed on that part ofher.
Mia shivered at the blatant male hunger on his face, anticipation making her ache. Out of nowhere, the lyrics of the song he’d sung to her popped into hermind.
I want to kiss you everywhere, to taste your sacredplaces.
He parted her and then tasted her with a single, slowlick.
She sucked in a breath and then another as he repeated that motion, the sensation sweet, a hint of what was tocome.
He licked her again. “I love how you taste—natural, like woman, likesex.”
Then his mouth closed overher.
He explored her most sensitive places with his tongue, tugged on her with his lips, then suckled her, moaning as he drew her clit into the heat of hismouth.
Mia gasped at the shock of it, her hips giving an involuntary jerk, her fingers sliding into his hair. “Joaquin.”
She’d never felt anything like this, the pleasure …so…intense. What was he doing now? His tongue …Oh, myGod.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, could barely breathe, pleasure staggering through her. Begging, panting, sweating, she fought to hold herself together, the heat inside her like a backdraft. She wanted him to put out the blaze, to stop this sweet torment. But Joaquin was relentless, sliding two fingers inside her, stoking the flames, making her burn hotter, giving her no choice but to surrender tohim.
Her moans were cries now, every thrust of his fingers and the sucking motion of his mouth taking her closer to that bright edge, climax already building inside her. Oh, but he didn’t let her go easy. For what seemed an eternity, he held her there, suspended on the iridescent brink of an orgasm, pleasure driving her out of hermind.
“Oh …Joaquin… I …oh, my God… you …aaah… fuck!” Nonsense, moans, and word fragments mixed in a sexual train-of-consciousness plea forrelease.
She shattered with a cry, her body shaking apart in a rush of white-hot bliss that left her to float somewhere between heaven andearth.
She opened her eyes, found Joaquin watching her, his lips wet, his pupils dilated, the heat in his gaze sending a frisson of excitement throughher.
He sat back on his heels, yanked off his turtleneck and jerked down his fly, shoving his jeans down his hips. Then, gaze locked with hers, he kissed his way up her body, stopping to taste her nipples before raising himself up and reaching forsomething.
Acondom.
He unwrapped it, rolled it onto his cock, then settled himself between her thighs, entering her with a slow, deep thrust. “Mia.”
It felt incredible—the stretch, the deep caress, his steelhardness.
He moved slowly, deliberately, his cock grazing her clit. She would have told him not to worry about her—she’d just had the orgasm of her life—but what he was doing felt so incredibly good. Burning again, she slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back, eager for the feel ofhim.
He was moving faster now, his eyes closed, his breathingrough.
She clung to him, wrapping her legs around him, orgasm building inside her again with such speed and intensity that it startled her. It hadneverbeen this easy forher.
Faster,harder.