Masters at Arms (11 page)

His head lowered to hers, capturing her lips.
So sweet—better than honey on sopapillas. He drew her lower lip
between his teeth and into his mouth, sucking gently. When she
moaned and pressed her pelvis against his, he decided he wouldn’t
be able to slow this down. He needed to be inside her. Now.

Mierda
. How would he ever last long
enough to make it good for her?

His tongue entered her softness, then he
sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth. He held her lower back with
one hand, pressing her body against his hard-on. With his other
hand, he brushed his fingers down her arm, then reached between
their bodies to cup her tit. So full. Firm. Her nipple was
rock-hard even before he squeezed it. Her hips jolted toward
his.

Damn. He needed to feel her naked skin
against his. To see her beautiful body in this setting, erasing the
image of the grotesque position he’d found her in yesterday. He
wanted to see her hot and writhing beneath him, waiting for him to
please her.

Stepping back, he took the towel from her and
spread it open on the wet sand to protect as much of her skin as he
could. Then he unzipped his leather jacket with shaking hands and
slid it down her arms. Rolling it into a pillow for her head, he
placed it near one end of the towel.

He reached down with both arms and pulled the
hem of her dress up. She lifted his arms to aid him in removing her
dress. His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. Precum wet
his jeans.

Jesús
.
Please let me last long
enough to make it good for her.

He reached between her breasts to unhook her
black lace bra. Her breasts spilled out and he cupped them. She had
bruises from the ropes last night. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her.
His brown skin against her pale breasts caused his dick to strain
even more. Then she skimmed her panties down her legs, careful not
to pull at the bandages on her thighs. He throbbed when he saw her
natural golden triangle of soft curls.

Mierda
. The only thought remaining in
his brain was how much he needed to bury himself inside her. But he
froze, unable to keep from staring at her body. Despite the
reminders of last night’s torture, she was perfection. Her nipples
became swollen, begging for attention. He bent down to draw one
hard peak inside his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, causing
her nipple to swell even more. She hissed air between her teeth,
grabbing him by the sides of his head, causing his dick to throb
even harder. His hand cupped the neglected other peak and he rolled
it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped, tilting her golden
triangle against his zippered fly. His dick pulsated even more.

Madre de Dios,
he couldn’t wait much
longer. Maybe if he kept his jeans on, he’d be able to stretch this
moment out. Pressing her down onto the towel and his jacket, he
kissed her lips again, his hand skimming lightly along her abdomen
as he sought the downy curls between her thighs. His finger stroked
between her outer lips and she opened her legs for him. Wet. Her
pussy was so fucking wet.

Pulling away, he looked down at her.

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I need to be inside
you.”

She smiled and nodded, reaching down to grab
his dick through the denim.

He pulled away. “If you touch me like that,
I’m not going to last until I get inside you.” He quirked the
corner of his mouth and shrugged. She released him and smiled.

“Open for me,
querida
.”

When she spread her wings wide for him, like
the beautiful
mariposa
she was, he felt pride surge in his
chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. How had something
so delicate, so perfect, flitted into his life?

Knowing this moment would be fleeting, in
more ways than one, he decided to create enough memories to last a
lifetime. He changed his next course of action.

* * *

Savannah’s clit throbbed.
Please, touch me
again
. She’d never asked a man for what she wanted and couldn’t
start now. She should have helped him take off his jeans, but had
been so lost in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her body,
all functional thoughts had left her brain.

Expecting him to take them off himself now,
she was taken aback when his head bent toward her pussy. She tried
to close her legs, then gasped at the friction of the bandages
against her raw skin.

He leaned back and looked up at her. “Did I
hurt you?”

She shook her head. It wasn’t his fault.
Still, he mustn’t look at her there. She felt heat rise in her
face. Shame. But he continued to hold her legs open wide.
Waiting.

“Please, let me taste you.”

Savannah felt her face grow hotter. He was
begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It
was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head
and watched as he smiled, then lowered himself to her again. When
his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded.
Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.

“Ohh!”

Empowered, he took his finger and wet it
against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one
strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, Lord, yes!” The combination of his
tongue and finger were delicious. Then another finger joined the
first and he moved them in a “come here” motion that was her
undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could
fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse.
No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference, she was
discovering.

She couldn’t hold back. When would he enter
her? Then his lips were gone and she felt his eyes on her as his
fingers began to plunge in and out of her. “Explode for me,
bebé
. Don’t hold anything back.”

His tongue returned to draw gentle circles
against her clit and she came undone. Her screams of ecstasy
crashed against the walls of the cave as wave after wave of
pleasure rolled over her. She held his head to her, pulling fists
full of his hair free of his queue, not wanting the moment to end
for anything. But it did. Tears spilled from her eyes. The intense
beauty of the orgasm left her feeling fragile. Wanting more.

Feeling lost.

Then Damián stood and removed his jeans. She
watched his penis spring loose, large and erect. Oh, Lord. He’d
never fit inside her.

Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed
his body down against her chest. Smothered. She couldn’t breathe.
“No!” She pushed him off her chest, gasping to fill her lungs.

Breathe, Savi. He doesn’t want to hurt
you.

She opened her eyes. Damián looked down at
her and brushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong,
querida
?”

Oh, God. She didn’t want him to stop. And she
didn’t want to explain why she couldn’t have him on top of her. “I
need to see your face when you make love with me.”

He smiled and propped himself up on his
hands. Lord, he was so beautiful. He pressed his erection against
her sensitive clit. She pulled his face toward hers and met him
halfway, kissing his full, wet mouth. Unlike their kiss on the
beach, this time she tasted herself on his lips. How strange. He
plunged his tongue into her mouth and she felt his penis throbbing
against her clit, which responded in kind. Her nipples tightened
and budded.

He pulled back, propping himself on one hand.
The veins in his arms bulged as he took his penis and rubbed it up
and down against her wet pussy lips. Each time he touched her clit,
she surged upward.

“Oh,
bebé
. You’re so fucking
sexy.”

The sweet sentimental endearment, coupled
with such a crude word, sent her libido into overdrive. She reached
down and guided him to the opening of her vagina. “Please. Don’t
make me wait any longer.”

“Oh, shit.” He started to pull back. “I don’t
have protection.”

Savannah smiled that he would be concerned,
but she knew there wouldn’t be time for a baby to grow inside her.
The thought of continuing life as she’d known it when Damián took
her home tonight was even more unfathomable than yesterday when
she’d made her decision to end her life. She only had today and she
wanted to experience being made love to more than any other dying
wish.

So she lied to him. “I’m on the pill.”

His eyes grew smoky as he balanced himself on
both hands and rammed his penis inside her to the hilt. She
grunted, feeling as if she’d been split apart.

“I’m sorry. You’re so fucking tight.” He lay
still, waiting for her to adjust to his size. His breathing was
shallow and rapid, as was hers. She felt him throbbing inside her
and tilted her pelvis, taking him deeper. “That’s right,
bebé
. Fuck me.”

She wrapped her legs around his back, letting
her feet rest against his buttocks as she let him deeper inside. He
pulled almost completely out of her, then she drove him home inside
her again. Tilting her pelvis, she matched him stroke for stroke.
She’d never felt so full, as if the tip of his rod touched her
cervix. She reached up and placed her hands on his upper arms,
feeling the strength and sinew in his muscles as his strokes grew
faster. Harder. Each upward thrust of his penis jolted against her
clit. Even though the friction wasn’t enough for her to come, she
didn’t care.

Savannah just wanted to feel Damián
possessing her, to feel him claiming her body. She’d never
willingly given her body to any man. She felt empowered for the
first time in her life. She’d chosen to be with him.

Then he reached his hand between their
bodies, his finger and thumb stroking her wetness. When he placed
his thumb on the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb and finger
to massage her, she screamed. “Ohhhh, God!” She closed her eyes.
His thumb grazed her clit as he pounded into her vagina. Savannah
felt an explosion building inside her, unlike anything she’d
experienced before. She held on, her fingernails digging into his
muscles. She panted, unable to catch a deep breath. Dizzy with the
sensations roiling through her body, she groaned. So close. She’d
never felt such euphoria.

“Come for me again,
bebé
.”

At his command, her world flew apart. She
screamed as he covered her mouth with his own, capturing her cries
of ecstasy and taking them into his body. Her hips bucked against
his of their own volition.

“I can’t hold back any longer,
bebé
.”

“Please don’t! Come inside me!”

With a groan, he lowered himself to his
forearms and pumped harder. The pressure on her chest caused a
moment of panic. Sweat broke out on her forehead.
Breathe, Savi.
Just breathe.
Rather than closing his eyes, he stared intently
at her. She couldn’t look away from his gaze either. The panic
eased a bit. Not completely gone, but manageable. She’d never
connected on such a personal level with another human being.

He groaned and she felt the crest of another
orgasm rising up inside her. Good Lord! Again? So soon? The muscles
of her vagina pulsated around him, milking him dry. She closed her
eyes and threw her head back in abandon. Her screams of release
coincided with his earthy curse as he exploded inside her.

Her body convulsed around him as the
aftershocks wracked her body. As she floated back to earth, she
felt his forehead pressed to her breast as he gasped for air. She
needed to get him off her chest. Smothering.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and
grasped the sides of his head to pull him away until their gazes
met. He looked disconnected. Lost.
Oh, no!
Hadn’t it been
good for him? She’d become so used to just letting men do as they
pleased with her body—an object, nothing but a receptacle—that she
didn’t have the first clue how to give back. She’d never been
emotionally engaged in the sex act before.

Tears burned against the backs of her eyes.
Why couldn’t she quit crying? She hadn’t given in to tears for such
a long time. Now she was crying all the time.

She looked at Damián as he gasped for air.
He’d done all the work. Was there something she was supposed to do
now? Had she failed him?

“Fucking unbelievable.” He smiled.

Oh, Lord
. He liked it! A laugh of
relief bubbled up inside her. His earthy language turned her on. He
could talk dirty to her all day long.

“You can say that again.”

“I’d rather do it again.”

She realized he was still hard inside her.
Worried again, she asked, “Didn’t you come?”

“Oh, yeah,
bebé
. But let’s do it again
before my dick gets the message.”

Good Lord!
Her prior experience had
been with her father, who took hours to be ready to go at it again.
Thank God. She’d never had sex with anyone close to her own age
before.

Most days, she felt more like ninety herself.
Still, she’d had three orgasms in a matter of a few minutes. With a
stranger, no less. And why didn’t she care? Today, she just wanted
to feel young, carefree—and alive.

Damián had given her the most beautiful
experience of her life. But he only made her want more. She didn’t
want this day to ever end. She pulled his mouth toward her and just
before they made contact, she whispered, “Fuck me.”

* * *

An hour later, Damián collapsed onto his back
on the wet sand.
Mierda
, he couldn’t get enough of this
woman. Her screams reverberated around the walls of his mind from
her last orgasm. How many was that for her now? Six? Seven?
Madre de Dios
.

When he thought he could string two coherent
words together again, he raised himself onto his side and propped
his head into his cupped hand. He just stared down at her, his hand
playing with the strands of her hair curled around one of her
tits.

She smiled up at him, but he saw sadness in
her expression. Regrets already?