Infiltrating Your Heart (23 page)

Without hesitation, Gabriel takes my
wrist. We get into the elevator, and I press the button for my floor.

As we go up, I can feel waves of
sexual tension. Gabriel looks like he’s having a hard time keeping himself from
claiming my lips…and more. I feel the same way.

“Screw it,” Gabriel mutters. My eyes
widen. In the next second, Gabriel closes the distance between us. I feel his
lips on mine before I know what’s happening. He’s kissing me like he’s wanted
nothing more in his life but to feel me, and taste me. I close my eyes, putting
my arms around him.

Gabriel’s hands move up from my
waist, stopping just below my underarms. Somehow, he barely brushes my breasts.
His hands drop a bit more, caressing my waist.

In record time, we make it to my
bedroom. Gabriel closes the door and then deposits me on top of my bed. After
locking the door, he walks in my direction.

“I must admit I’ve dreamt of this
moment so many times now.”

My breathing is speeding up. I can’t
wait to feel Gabriel’s skin against mine.

“Me, too.”

Smiling, Gabriel moves toward me. He
leans down and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him with a passion that rivals
his own. Our tongues dance against each other, and it feels so good. My hands
move to the back of his head. His hair is soft, but a little prickly due to the
shortness.

Gabriel breaks the kiss as his lips
move to caress my jaw. His hands simultaneously grasp my shoulders. They move
to my ribcage, caressing down to my abdomen.

“Gosh, Mercedes. I’ve never felt this
way about a woman before.”

The comment makes me smile.

“So have your way with me.”

Gabriel
takes a deep breath. He looks down, and his hands move to cup my breasts. He
squeezes them, looking at me for approval. I close my eyes. Gabriel pushes me
down onto my back. His hands grab my breasts again, kneading them softly. Then
his fingers hook under my tank top and yank down.

~*~
Gabriel

This is it. I’ve dreamed about this
moment many times since I first met Mercedes. I never thought that it would
come true.

Mercedes now lies on the bed beneath
me. Her eyes are closed, her lips curved up in a smile. She likes this. She
wants this. The knowledge makes my heart beat faster.

I am fucking attracted to this
gorgeous woman.

My hands skim over her breasts,
squeezing them. They feel amazing. They’re large, and seem to be all natural.
Perfect.

Unable to wait a second longer, I tug
Mercedes’s tank top down. Her breasts spill out, and my breath catches. They’re
beautiful.

What I didn’t expect are the nipple
piercings. They’re shiny metal barbells with tiny ball caps on each end.
Usually, I associate these piercings with wild women, but for Mercedes, I don’t
mind. They don’t detract from her appearance at all.

I use two fingers to play with a
nipple, assessing how the piercing enhances (or interferes with) the
experience. To my pleasure, the little barbell is not a nuisance.

I grab both breasts with my hands and
squeeze them together. They’re breathtaking. I lean down and take one of the
nipples into my mouth. The piercing feels funny, but I try to learn getting
used to it.

Mercedes tastes great. Her skin is
just as good as I imagined. I plant kisses on the undersides of her breasts. By
the way Mercedes giggles, I know she enjoys it.

I pick Mercedes up so I can
completely remove her tank top. She places her arms around me, kissing me with
fervor. Her lips are so good.

After I undress Mercedes, she
proceeds to take off my shirt. Then her hands move to my jeans, undoing them. I
let her take control.

When we’re both completely naked,
Mercedes starts trailing kisses from my chest, down to my abs. The sensation is
great. I love Mercedes’s lips on me.

After a few moments, I lower Mercedes
against the bed again. I look down at her with desire burning in my eyes. Her
expression tells me “Go ahead, baby.” I nibble on her skin, starting between
her breasts until I get to her belly button and further down. Then I kiss on
both of her thighs, taking my time. Mercedes is breathing harder.

Soon, I reach the area just above her
sweet spot. Mercedes has a triangle-shaped bush there. It’s the same color as
her hair, chocolate brown.  I run my fingers through it, and then I plant a
soft kiss there. Her intoxicating scent fills my nostrils.

“Yes,” Mercedes hisses when my
fingers touch the folds between her legs. I touch them with the gentleness of a
feather, going slowly about it. She’s already wet for me. To think I have this
effect on her.

I begin to insert two fingers into
her pussy. She gasps at the touch. I move my fingers expertly inside her, and
soon I find her clit. Mercedes’s breathing starts to change. She’s building.

I stop, and then my mouth descends on
her.

“Oh, yes!” Mercedes lets out. My
tongue plays against her folds, teasing her. She arches her back slightly. Her
fingers are curled on the bed sheet. I increase my pace, watching as Mercedes
starts moaning louder. I flick my tongue against her clit. A few more times is
all it takes for Mercedes to explode into an earth-shattering orgasm. She
screams my name. I move up toward her while she’s still lost in passion.

Mercedes is so beautiful when she
comes. Damn it. I want to put that look on her face many, many times.

When she finally recovers, Mercedes
looks at me. I smile down at her.

“That was…out of this world,” she
gasps.

Without answering, my lips claim hers
again. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other. Our bodies meld together,
skin to skin. Hers is soft and a little warm, and slick with a slight sheen of
sweat.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

“Okay,” I say, and start to position
myself. Mercedes stops me.

“I want to be on top.”

Nodding, I let Mercedes switch
positions with me. Now that she’s on top, her breasts hang toward my chest. I
marvel at the sight of them.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks.

“
Enjoying
kind of doesn’t do
it justice. You’re so darn gorgeous, angel.”

Mercedes laughs. We then move at the
same time, adjusting ourselves so I can get inside her. She waits when I’m on
her entrance. It’s then that I remember something.

“Wait,” I say, looking up at
Mercedes. “In my pants pocket. I have protection.”

Mercedes blinks twice, and then
laughs.

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

The corners of my lips turn up. That
is fortunate.

“Do it,” I say. Mercedes moves down.
My cock slowly penetrates her. When I’m all the way inside, she stops for only
a second. Then Mercedes starts moving, closing her eyes. Her head tilts upward.
I want to remember her like this forever. She’s so beautiful.

My hands move to her hips, touching
them without stopping her movement. They move up until I’m holding her breasts.
I love the way they jiggle as Mercedes moves up and down.

We continue like this, until we both
start breathing harder. I can tell we’re building again. I restrain myself
until Mercedes goes over the edge first. She screams my name again, looking
gorgeous as she does. Then I can no longer hold myself, and I explode into her.
Mercedes falls to my chest when she comes down. I place my arms around her,
caressing the skin of her back. Her hair smells like lavender, so good.

Mercedes moves to free me, lying on
the bed by my side. She looks at me with sleepy eyes.

“I loved it,” she tells me, smiling.
I laugh.

“Me, too.”

Mercedes then closes her eyes. She falls
asleep pretty quickly. I move her hair off her face and kiss her forehead. Then
I lie down and fall asleep with her naked body in my arms. This feels like
heaven.

Gabriel

I don’t know what time it is, but it
sure feels like I’ve been out for ages. I slept like a baby last night. Rubbing
my eyes, I focus on the side of the bed. Mercedes is still there, fast asleep. Strands
of her hair cover part of her face. I push the locks aside.

Being careful not to wake Mercedes
up, I get out of bed. I think about what happened last night. To be frank, I’m
afraid. I have no idea what Evelyn will think if she learns that I didn’t sleep
at my place last night.

Movement behind me startles me a bit.
I turn to see Mercedes looking at me with one eye open.

“You’re up,” she says.

“Yeah.”

Mercedes yawns.

“What time is it?”

I check the time on my smartphone.

“Nine ten, sleepyhead.”

Both of Mercedes’s eyes pop open.

“What?” she says, rising up. “We slept
that long?”

“Yeah,” I say, curving my eyebrow.
“Don’t you sleep in on weekends?”

“Not much. Usually, it would irk me,
but final exams have ended and I’m not as busy.”

“Oh, you’re graduating?”

Mercedes nods.

“Next week. Just five more days, and
I’m done with school forever.”

Mercedes looks happy about that. I
can’t help but grin. She’s more beautiful when she’s happy.

“Would you like breakfast?” I ask.

“That would be welcome.”

Mercedes stands up. She’s still
completely naked. And that is a seriously yummy body she has.

“Do you like this sight?”

I smirk.

“
Like
doesn’t begin to cover
it.”

Mercedes gives me a knowing smile.
She walks past me, her breasts bouncing slightly as she walks. I turn and get a
view of Mercedes’s gorgeous buttocks before she enters her bathroom.

As soon as my brain decides to resume
normal operation, I make my way to the kitchen. I find myself looking around as
I walk through the apartment. I didn’t have a chance to appreciate it last
night. My opinion? It looks more expensive than even the apartment Evelyn
rents. How can Mercedes afford this?

Omelets are cooking on a skillet when
Mercedes walks in to the kitchen. When I turn to see her, my eyes widen. She’s
wearing snug-fitting navy blue jeans and black sandals. On her upper half,
Mercedes went with a stylish spaghetti-strap blouse. The front shows impressive
cleavage. I swallow.

“The way you’re tempting me, we won’t
get around to having breakfast,” I tell her.

“Too distracting?” Mercedes asks. I
scoff as she walks in and stops at the table. I pull out a chair for her.

“You like omelets, right?”

“Sure.”

I turn off the fire, and then check
the pan where the beans are cooking. They seem ready, too.

“Nice place you live in,” I comment
without turning to see Mercedes.

“Yeah. When I came by to see this
apartment, I knew I had to have it.”

I turn to face her.

“Not to offend you, but is this
within the budget of a waitress?”

Mercedes shakes her head.

“Absolutely not. I just got money
from elsewhere.”

“Do you want to tell me?” I ask as I prepare
our plates.

“Mom left my father to marry a rich
snob. She couldn’t get over Dad’s illness and his inability to make good money.
She wanted a bigger, more glamorous life. So she gave up on us.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. I put a plate on
the table in front of Mercedes. She shrugs.

“I was
just a child when she left. All I feel toward her now is resentment.”

~*~
Mercedes

Mom’s betrayal seems so long ago that
it’s no longer as painful for me to relive it as it used to be.

“And she sends you money?” Gabriel
asks.

What I told him is not the full truth.
Mom sends my father and me a misery every month, so it doesn’t count. I make five
times that on a single week as an escort. If she thinks the ‘gesture’ is enough
to keep the title of Mom, she’s wrong. Completely. Damn. Wrong. Heck, I don’t
even know what she looks like these days.