I laugh. “But I like tasting you.”
Ignacio snorts. “There’s plenty of that to come. Let me get your ready for my cock now.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Ignacio releases my hair and I scramble to get into a position that allows me to yank my skirt down, taking my underwear with it. He places his hands over mine. “There’s no rush,” he reminds me.
Slowly, carefully, he finishes removing my clothes, and I’ve never been so grateful for not wearing shoes than I am at this moment, as it means there's less to discard.
Laying on my back, propped up on my elbows, I watch as Ignacio holds my feet in his hands. Fuck, he makes everything about me seem delicate. His strong, work-worn fingers grip my feet tight enough to turn them into an erogenous spot.
Skating his hands up my legs, he spreads them as he lays on his stomach, kissing every bit of skin he can reach.
Ghosting his lips over my groin, I whine when he doesn’t touch me where I desperately need him the most.
“Please, please…”
“So impatient,” he whispers, his breath gliding across the sensitive head of my cock. “Lift your hips.”
I do as I'm told, planting my feet on the bed, and I let him expose my hole as he grabs both ass cheeks and pulls them open. My entire being quivers in anticipation of his touch, and the moment seems to drag out for forever before he finally leans in and places a gentle kiss right above my hole.
Moaning, I fall flat onto my back, unable to hold myself up anymore.
Ignacio licks and kisses my ass beforefinallytouching his mouth to my hole, and pleasure spikes along every nerve-ending.
I can’t hold back my cries as he begins to fuck me with his tongue. I chase the pleasure of his mouth, feeling my orgasm build as he fucks me, softening me up for his cock.
But when he introduces a finger alongside his tongue, I freeze, stiffening up at the intrusion.
Ignacio stops, lifting his body over mine to watch me when I let out a distressed cry. “Roman? What’s wrong?”
I cringe, closing my eyes tightly. “I…haven’t done anything since…since I’ve been back home…”
He curses. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Little One. I didn’t think…”
“No!” Opening my eyes, I stare into his. “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I…thought I was stronger than this.”
“Hey, no, that’s not how it works, Roman. Cecily hurt you, and I wish that bitch were still alive so I could gut her. But she’s not. You, however, are. You’re alive, you’re safe, and if this is as far as you’re able to go, that’s okay. It’s not a mark against you. Not after everything you’ve been through.”
“It’s not that… Iwantto fuck you. I need you in a way I can’t explain. I just…can’t do that. I…I can’t do the prep.”
His face softens, and he kisses my lips so sweetly it almost makes me cry. “You can fuck me, if you want? I’m good with either.”
I shake my head before he’s even finished speaking. “No… I…no, thank you. I tried, a few times, when I was like seventeen. Not my thing.”
“That’s okay, too. No one is going to judge you for having preferences.” He bites his lip, staring at me before asking, “What if you rode me? That way you have the control?”
I let out a breath before nodding. “If this didn’t put you off?”
“Absolutely not. Nothing about you will ever put me off. I’m so…deeply attracted to you, Roman. That’s only amplified by how much I love you.”
I feel the blush start in my cheeks and spread down my throat, and even to my chest. The things this man says to me…
“On your back,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”
Ignacio grins. “With pleasure.”
We change positions, and I climb into Ignacio’s lap easily, as if it were made for me. Ignacio nods to the bedside table. “Lube’s there.”