Joaquin lookedat the photo Mia had just taken and burst into laughter. “From this angle, my dick looks bigger than my forearm. The magic of perspective. Maybe I should use this for my online dating profilephoto.”
Mia had taken his camera and turned it on him while he’d been riding. She hadn’t given it back when Nate had dropped them off at the cabin. She had asked him to undress, snapping photos of his naked body, though without his expertise or good light. The results were more comedic than sexy, at least in Joaquin’s opinion. Still, it turned him on to be the object of her gaze—as the hard-on in these last few shotsproved.
“You’d get a lot of hookups. A gorgeous face, abs, pecs, and a dick the size of a baseball bat—you’d be Mr.Popular.”
“The only woman I want is right here.” He was taking a risk saying this, but he wanted her to know that what he felt for her wasreal.
She set the camera aside, pushed him onto his back, and began to undress. “I had fun playing cowgirl today. I don’t want tostop.”
“You want to ride me,hermosa? I’m all yours.” He reached between her thighs to tease her to readiness, but discovered she was already wet. Maybe taking nude photos of him had turned her on, too. He handed her a condom, held himself while she rolled it onto his erection, then helped her straddle him. “Saddleup.”
She lowered herself onto his length, taking all of him inside her, her palms splayed on his chest forbalance.
He reached up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples, loving the fact that both of his hands were free to touchher.
She began to move, sliding up and down hislength.
She felt so good, her tightness gripping him, but he couldn’t see how she was going to get a whole lot fromthat.
He caught her hips, stilled her, his cock deep inside her. “This is foryou. Make it feel good foryou.”
She moved again, this time making slow circles with her hips, then canting them so that her clit pressed against his pubic bone. Her eyes drifted shut, her body tensing, her head falling back on amoan.
¡Ay, Dios mío!Good God,she made himburn.
“That’s right, Mia. Use my body. Take what you need.” He resisted the urge to thrust into her, holding his hips motionless, letting her set the pace, his hands still busy with her breasts, teasing her nipples into tightpoints.
He watched her pleasure build, her muscles gradually going rigid, the look on her face shifting from enjoyment to sexual distress, her hips grinding against him faster and faster until her lips were parted and she was moaning and her nails were biting into his pecs and he was close to coming,too.
“Mi amor. Mi alma.”My love. Mysoul.
He had to fight to keep his hips still, his balls drawing tight, every instinct he had telling him to pound into her. Then her pleasure peaked—and broke. The cry she made and the bliss on her face—so precious, so beautiful—undidhim.
He grasped her hips, his cock still inside her, and let himself go, bucking into her, riding her from below until pleasure claimed him,too.
Afterward, they lay together in bed, daylight streaming through thewindows.
She trailed her fingertips along the groove in the middle of his belly. “A part of me can’t wait for this to end so life can go back to normal. It feels like everything is on hold. But a part of me wants to stay here with you forever. I care about you so much that it almost scares me. What happens to us after this isover?”
Her words touched him, took him bysurprise.
He held her closer, kissed her hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I want you in my life, Mia. You are everything tome.”
She relaxed, her body going languid in his embrace, her voice sleepy. “By the way—what we just did? I’ve never come that way beforeeither.”
Joaquin drifted off to sleep, a grin on hisface.
* * *
Mia had just doneher first perfectenchufawhen her cell phone rang. She laughed. “Not fair! I hadit.”
“That wasfantástico.” Joaquin went to turn down the music. “You’re really starting to getthis.”
Mia hurried to the kitchen counter, where she’d left her phone. The display read “No callerID.”
She hesitated for a moment, then answered. “This isMia.”
“Ms. Starr? This is Catherine Warner from the Denver Independent. Please don’t hang up on me. I need a quote from you. Please just give me some kind ofreaction.”