His impressive size was a little intimidating: the thick, throbbing length; the bulging vein; the purple head, glistening with a bead of precum.
My trepidation sent a thrill skittering down my spine. It shuddered into my core, reawakening the ache between my legs. My clit throbbed almost painfully, and the cool air that kissed my hot, bare sex felt like a cruel, icy caress.
A low, tormented moan left my chest as I flicked out my tongue to taste him for the first time.
His fingers tangled in my hair on a harsh curse, and his cock throbbed, jutting closer to my lips. I gave him what he so fiercely desired, exploring his length with my tongue, learning the shape of him and all the places that made his hips jolt toward my face. With each reverent lick and kiss, I showed him how much I valued him, how much his pleasure meant to me.
It elicited my own pleasure, not only lighting my body up with lust, but also fulfilling a deep need to serve, to ensure my partner’s happiness and contentment.
Raúl’s increasingly filthy curses and firm grip on my hair assured me that he would be fully satisfied, and the knowledge made a gentle wave of bliss wash through my entire being. The soul-deep satisfaction transcended my physical desire, quieting the deeper ache of my denied lust.
I sank into the pleasure, and a happy hum slipped through my lips as they caressed his cock.
Both of his big hands bracketed my cheeks, his thick fingers twining in my hair. He tipped my head back, dragging my gaze to his burning green eyes. His granite jaw ticked, and his sexy scar was drawn deep into his sensual lips.
“I can’t be gentle.” He growled the warning through gritted teeth, giving me one last chance to pull away.
The fact that he was giving me the choice pulled me deeper into his thrall, and he seemed to grow impossibly taller; my dark god, towering over me.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “I want you.”
The last shred of his tenuous control snapped, and he pressed his cockhead to my lips. He didn’t pause or wait for me to take him into my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair, lighting up my scalp with little sparks of pain as he anchored me in place for his pleasure.
He pushed forward, and his hard length parted my lips in an unyielding glide. His total control washed over me in a heady wave, freeing me from all responsibility. There was no worry, no fear, when Raúl utterly possessed me. There was only his pleasure and my blissful submission.
My eyes closed, and I welcomed him deeper on a moan.
“Look at me,” he growled, tugging sharply on my hair to harness my full attention.
My gaze snapped to his, and his fierce, beautiful face became the center of my world. His luminous eyes flared with something like awe, and his jaw tightened with a fresh burst of savage lust. He thrust deep into my mouth, pushing in far enough to make me gag.
He eased back immediately, but the harsh planes of his stony face held no mercy. He allowed me just enough time to draw a breath before pushing all the way back again, sliding more slowly this time. Keeping me locked in place with his grip on my hair, he tested how far I could take him, drawing back each time I gagged before repeating his ruthless exploration.
He found a rhythm that allowed him to go deeper, timing his thrusts with the breaths he permitted me.
Tears steamed down my cheeks; a physical and emotional response to his complete domination of my body. He somehow claimed me and released me at the same time, and I floated on the intoxicating rush of his power.
His thrusts came harder and faster, and his cock pulsed on my tongue. I opened my throat, welcoming him to drive deep.
He came on a feral roar, and his hands clamped down on the sides of my head as he released his seed into my mouth. I took everything he gave me, eager to surrender to all his desires.
He finished on a groan and pulled out, allowing me to gasp in my first full breath since he’d started fucking my mouth. The rush of oxygen went straight to my head, and he caught me as I swayed.
I wasn’t the only one who was lightheaded. Raúl dropped to his knees, catching us both in a firm embrace. He collapsed onto the floor, pulling me down with him.
When I was draped over his chest, he cupped my nape and took my mouth in a slow, languorous kiss.
I’d healed the wound that I’d inflicted. Raúl trusted me. We could work out the rest in time. For now, I was perfectly content to snuggle in his strong arms.
Chapter 18
Raúl
I wasn’t sure how long I laid on the floor of my workshop, content to settle between the cool concrete at my back and Marisol’s gentle warmth against my chest. My body felt heavy, like after a long day pounding and shaping iron. The familiar, calming exhaustion quieted my mind, providing release from the aggressive impulses that constantly threatened to test my control over my own actions.
But this time, there was no soreness accompanying the peaceful, sated state. Attaining this quiet euphoria hadn’t required me to push my body to its limits.
Marisol. The soft, petite woman in my arms was a tiny miracle, offering me the sweetest release I’d ever experienced. Her trust in me—her eagerness to soothe me and give me pleasure—transcended sexual ecstasy. No one had ever done something like this for me.
Marisol’s sweet submission had been strengthened by her gentle insistence. She’d given herself to me, but she’d been the one to initiate the scene. She’d dropped to her knees and touched me with something like reverence, soothing away all the pain that’d blackened my mind when she’d compared me to Gehovany.
I trust you, Raúl. Do you trust me?
Fuck, she’d been so vulnerable in that position, but she’d managed to strip away all my defensive anger and bitterness. She’d made me vulnerable, too.
And the end result felt so fucking good. I could’ve laid here for hours, simply indulging myself in petting her silky hair and tracing the delicate contours of her lovely face.
As my capacity for rational thought slowly returned, my satisfaction sharpened with a greedy edge. I wanted more of this. I wanted more of her.
“I brought you into my man cave to show you something.” My voice came out deep and rumbly, as though I’d been sleeping for hours. “We’ve gotten a little distracted.” I twirled a lock of her raven hair around my finger, and a small smile tugged at my lips. “I made something for you.”
Her eyes immediately lit up, and her giddy grin hit me square in the chest.
“You made me something?” She dropped her cheek to my chest, nuzzling closer in an open show of affection and gratitude. “Thank you.”
My rumbling chuckle wrapped us both in calm joy, and I savored the perfect moment.
“I haven’t even shown it to you yet,” I teased. “It’s a little early to be thanking me.”
She propped her chin on the back of her hand, capturing me in her warm, melted chocolate gaze. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s wonderful. You’ve been so attentive already, so generous with your gifts…” Her eyes began to shine. “The flowers mean everything to me. You heard what I said about how much I miss my family, about our lives in Comitán, and you gave me something more precious than I ever could’ve imagined. Now, you’ve made something for me with your bare hands. It doesn’t matter what it is. This is…” She swallowed, her words turning thick with emotion. “You’re so good to me, Raúl.”