“I could watch this all day.” His fingers joined hers, exploring her, taking over with a deftness that left her aching.
She’d forgotten how good it felt, and itwasgood,sogood.
He kept up the rhythm then slid a finger deep inside her, making her moan.
“You’re so wet.” He stroked her, inside and out, his mouth pressing kisses to her cheek, her forehead, her breast.
Pleasure lifted her higher and higher until she was soaring—and then shattered. She cried out, bliss scorching through her, bright and blazing, leaving her breathless, weak, satisfied.
* * *
Dylan watchedGabriela as she came, heaven shining on her beautiful face, a strange warmth in his chest. He stayed with her until her peak had passed, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her hair as she went limp beside him. “Chastity defeated.”
Her lips curved in a sleepy smile, her eyes still closed.
Coño, she was beautiful.
Dylan couldn’t think of a time when he’d wanted a woman more, lust for her pounding in his chest, as primal as a pulse.
Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated, her gaze soft. “You’re good.”
“Oh, don’t judge me yet,mi amor. You haven’t put me to the real test.”
She slid a hand up his chest. “Are you always so sure of yourself?”
“Always.” He settled himself between her thighs, kissed her long and slow and deep, her hands reaching down to unzip his fly.
He knew she thought he was going to fuck her now, but he had other plans.
He let her push his trousers down but stopped her when she tried to take his cock in hand. “Not yet.”
He had one shot at this, and he couldn’t pull the trigger too soon.
He dragged his mouth from hers, kissed the sensitive skin beneath her ear, let his lips go wherever they chose—her collar bone, the soft curve of her shoulder, the underside of her breasts, a sweet dark nipple.
Her hands explored his shoulders, fingers curling at his nape, her rapid breathing and tight nipples proof that she was aroused again.
He had her right where he wanted her.
He kissed his way down her body, taking his time, savoring the scent and softness of her skin, kissing, licking, nipping until she whimpered.
Without lifting his lips from her skin, he scooted downward, bringing his face between her thighs, her scent drawing him in—musky, feminine, sexual.
Her fingers curled in his hair as if to stop him. “I don’t shave there.”
As if he hadn’t already noticed the V of dark curls.
“I imagine most nuns don’t.” He chuckled. “Relax. I’m not into twelve-year-olds. I like adult women to look like adult women.”
Her pupils dilated, and her grip on his hair loosened, her lips curving into a lethal smile. “You are too much.”
“I’m just getting started.” He parted her, let his tongue get a feel for her clit, exploring her, making her shiver. Then he got down to work, flicking her clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it with his lips. “God, you taste good.”
“Dylan!” Her response made his cock ache, her every breath a moan, her fingers clenched in his hair, her knees drawn back to her chest to give him plenty of room, any inhibitions she might have had lost in raw sexual need.
He accepted her unspoken invitation, thrust two fingers deep inside her, and was rewarded with a cry. His balls drew tight at the hot, slick feel of her. His cock would be inside her soon, thrusting just like this.
But not yet.