Not that he was complaining . . .

He fisted his hands in her hair and his breath hissed out of him. The hot, velvety interior of her mouth around his shaft made pleasure bunch in his balls. Impatiently, he flipped the blanket off, needing to be able to see her.

He fought the urge to bury his hands in the hair at her nape and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Hell, he fought the urge to yank her up, spread her thighs as wide as they’d go, and sink into her warm, silky cunt.

He watched his length appear and disappear between her lush lips. With her tongue, she teased all the places that racked his body with erotic shudders. His fingers tightened a degree in her hair.

That was all he could stand.

He let out a stream of Spanish and gently thrust between her lips. Her tongue rippled and stroked him. It took only a few moments before pleasure exploded from his balls and he released himself into her mouth in a hot stream. Her tongue still bathed him after it was over, licking away every drop of his come as the shivers that wracked his body faded away.

Finally, she let him go, resting on her side and gazing up at his face with a hungry look in her eyes. His gaze traveled from her feet, up her smooth, shapely legs and curved body to her face.

“Get up here,” he commanded in a hoarse voice. “Vos necesito follar.”

“What does that mean?”

“I need to fuck you.”

The slight smile on her lips faded and her pupils grew darker.

“Come here, querida.”

Moving to deliberately entice him, she traveled up his body slowly. Her hips swung and her shoulders rolled, a sultry expression on her beautiful face. She moved like a cat, a woman set on seduction. Here was the Daria he remembered from years ago—confident in the sexual power of her body.

If she meant to make him crazy for her, he was already there.

He rolled onto his side and pushed her to her back. With his index finger, he traced every hill and valley of her nipple until it tightened and grew hard. She closed her eyes and sighed, her body tightening with desire.

Alejandro dropped his hand between her thighs and teased her clit, rubbing it back and forth, until she moaned. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “What?”

He petted her cunt until she moved restlessly on the bed and she was so aroused he was sure she wouldn’t deny him. “I want to see how you make yourself come. Don’t tell me you never do it, Daria, when you’re all alone and needing it.”

She only stared at him, hesitation on her face.

He withdrew his hand. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m not here. Touch your breasts.”

After a moment, she allowed her eyes to drift shut. Her hands moved slowly to her lovely breasts. Cupping them in both hands, she skated her thumbs over her nipples until they grew hard, cherry red—so suckable. As she caressed herself, her breath caught in her throat and her cheeks flushed crimson. Her hips thrust forward, as though looking for something to fuck.

Alejandro wanted to give her something, but first he wanted to see this through. “Now touch your pussy, Daria. Stroke your clit. Slide your fingers deep inside your cunt and tell me what you feel.”

She splayed her hand on her stomach, just above her mound. It stayed there.

His Daria was shy, how endearing. Clearly she needed more detailed instruction. “Part your thighs.”

Not opening her eyes, she did as he asked.

“Farther. Show me everything. Spread yourself completely.”

She bent her knees, so her heels touched the backs of her thighs. In this position, she was completely open to him. Her cunt was swollen in its arousal, blushing a nice shade of pink. Her labia were flushed and pouting. Her clit peeked, engorged and begging for attention, from its hood.

“Que lindo coño. That means you have a pretty pussy, Daria.”

His fingernails bit into his palms as he fisted his hands tighter, trying to resist touching her. He wanted to ease his fingers over her clit, make her come right now.

Patience. He needed more of it.

“You want to come, don’t you? You want to feel my cock driving in and out of you, fucking your sweet cunt until you scream.”

Her eyes flickered open. “Alejandro, you’re killing me. Yes, I want you.”

Alejandro fisted the blankets in his hands. “Make yourself orgasm for me. I want to watch. Do it slow.”

Her breath came heavier in the quiet air of the room. She dragged the hand on her stomach downward. Letting it rest on her mound, she opened her eyes and raised her gaze to meet his. She dipped her hand between her thighs, keeping her gaze locked with his. With two fingers, she rubbed her clit. He watched in fascination as she caressed herself.

She gasped and arched her back. Alejandro reached out to cover her hand with his own, but pulled it away at the last moment. “Does that feel good, querida?”

Alejandro watched the slow rotation of her fingers around her swollen clit. Her labia looked heavy and he ached to lean in and take them between his lips. He wanted to nibble on them like candy.

Gently, he eased her other hand between her legs, to the entrance of her pussy. She spread her labia, giving him a glimpse of the heart of her. Then she dragged her fingertips over her entrance. Daria whimpered and her hips thrust forward as she unconsciously sought his cock to penetrate her.

Alejandro had to force himself not to jump on her and spear deep into her cunt. “One night, Daria, I want you to let me do whatever I want to you.”

She tossed her head. “I want that, too.”

“You do? Give it to me. Agree to give me one night. One night you totally give up control to me. Let me do whatever I want to this delicious body.”

Her eyes flickered open and her gaze caught his. “Yes.”

He growled in satisfaction. “Now . . . you want something to fill all that sweetness of yours?” He pressed her fingers inside her. They slid in easily, and she moaned his name. Dragging his fingers over her swollen flesh once, making her shudder, he forced himself to retreat.

She moved her hand and hips, fucking her own fingers.

“That’s it. Can you feel all those pulsing muscles? That’s what I feel when I’m inside you.” He paused and when he spoke next, his voice shook. “You’re beautiful, Daria. You’re so fucking pretty.”

She pumped into her sex, her other hand caressing her clit. Her back arched and she tossed her head as she drove herself closer and closer to coming.

Alejandro reached down and grasped his cock, stroking it from base to tip as he watched the erotic display before him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before the tenuous grasp he had on his control broke.

Then her body went rigid and she whimpered, “I’m coming.”

He placed his hand over her clit and pressed down.

“Alejandro!” Her body trembled and the room filled with the sweet, sweet sounds of her pleasure.

Before her orgasm had completely died, he removed her hands. He eased his own fingers deep inside her, feeling the hot, pulsing clasp of her still-climaxing muscles around them. Then lowered his head and sucked her clit between his lips to massage and flick with his tongue.

Daria cried out, her climax roaring back to life. He rode her through it, groaning at the erotic flavor of her spreading over his tongue.

Finally, she quieted and lay panting, but Alejandro wasn’t finished with her yet. He licked her sensitive clit and then laved over everything else, too. He pulled her labia between his lips and gently sucked.

Daria writhed on the bed beneath him, her hands threading through his hair, as he drank his fill of her while he had the chance. This taste of her might have to last him a long, long time. She’d agreed to give herself over to him one night, but with Daria, he just never knew. Alejandro groaned deep in his throat.

Dios, she tastes so good.

When he’d satisfied himself, he didn’t ask permission. He just mounted her fast and hard, pushing her thighs apart and sinking his cock deep inside her creamy cunt.

He pressed his big body down on hers, his hands braced on the mattress on either side of her torso. “Alejandro . . .” She could say no more. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as pleasure pulsed through her. Then he began to thrust and it exploded.

She gripped his upper arms as he slammed into her with long, hard strokes. Every one sent a lightning bolt of ecstasy through her and pushed her toward a second, shattering climax.

They came at the same time, their pleasure reaching a shared crescendo. The first time he’d made her come, it had rippled through her long and gently. This time it rolled over her like a freight train, leaving her wracked, spent, and hoarse from crying out.

He came down over her, kissing her mouth and throat, threading his fingers through her hair. “Daria.” He whispered her name over and over.

She buried her face in the curve where throat met shoulder. Closing her eyes, for a moment she wished he would never leave her body, not ever. Then as the aftermath of her climax faded, rationality flickered, and the thought faded away.