“Patience?” Fuck if he could remember right now.
“Smartass.” She leaned down and nipped at the base of his neck. “Mi cielo, what’s it mean?”
“Stubborn woman.” He arched against her, squeezing her ass and grinding her softness against his hardness.
“Liar.” She lifted her hips and cool air swept across his cock. She hovered above him, her warm entrance millimeters from the head of his straining dick pointed straight up at where it wanted to go. “Tell me.”
He slid one hand around the luscious swell of her hip and up her smooth body until he could roll her nipple between his finger and thumb. “It’s nothing, just a word.” He pulled the sensitive nub taut, increasing the pressure of his pinch as he watched the blissful agony wash over her.
Playtime was over. He needed to have her wrapped around him. He dipped his head and grazed her nipple with his teeth before sucking it hard into his mouth. She shivered in his arms and sank low enough that just the tip of his cock slid inside her. A lightning rod of pleasure shot straight down his dick to his balls, and he clenched his eyes closed. It took everything he had not to grab her hips and shove her all the way down.
He stretched one leg as much as he could, snagged a toe on his jeans, and pulled them close enough that he could swipe them off the floor without losing contact with Mika. Somehow he managed to free his wallet from the back pocket and fish out a condom.
“Thank God.” Her thighs lifted, pulling her nipple from his mouth and releasing the head of his dick.
He ripped the foil open and rolled the condom on in what had to be a land speed record.
“Who’s impatient now?” she teased.
Carlos gripped her hips tight. “Both of us.” Then he yanked her downward, sheathing himself between her slick folds in one long stroke.
She wrapped around him tight as a glove and rocked against him.
“That’s right, fuck me, mi cielo, show me how deep you can take that dick.” He bottomed out, nearly losing it when she took him so deep that her ass brushed his balls with every downward thrust. That wouldn’t do. He wanted to feel her pussy clamp around him and squeeze every drop from his cock.
He dragged his thumb across her bottom lip before pushing it inside her mouth. “That’s it, get it nice and wet.”
Her eyes were hazy with lust, and she did exactly as told. Watching her lick and suck on his thumb made his balls tighten. “Lean back, mi cielo, I want to watch you take my dick into that juicy pussy of yours.”
She did, bending backward and bracing her hands on his thighs above his knees as she continued riding him hard and fast and sending them both hurtling toward the edge. Unsure how much longer he could take it, he withdrew his thumb and lowered it to where their bodies joined, stroking her clit and pressing against the side of the nub each time she pushed downward and engulfed his cock.
Blood pounded against his ears as he fought off the climax building in the base of his spine. A sheen of sweat covered her body, making her glisten in the moonlight as she rocked and swirled around his dick.
The sound of their panting filled the air around them. He was too close to form words and push her higher. Instead, he alternated the soft and hard pressure of his thumb on her clit as he circled around it. She moaned, tightening around him as her fingernails dug into his thighs.
“Fuck,” she cried as she undulated in a wave motion, massaging his dick as she slammed down on him. “Carlos. Hard. Now.”
Her words severed the tentative hold he had on his self-control. “Whatever you want, mi cielo.”
He pressed hard against her clit and thrust upward. Once. Twice. On the third time she snapped forward out of her backward arch, and her entire body tensed into one straight line as she clenched around him.
Using both hands, he clamped down on her hips, forcing his way into her tightness in one final balls-deep thrust, and his orgasm exploded, taking away the entire world except for Mika as the last ripples of her climax shook her.
She collapsed on top of him, every soft curve fitting against him. “Mi cielo. What does it mean?” she whispered against his skin.
“Heaven.” High on post-orgasmic euphoria, he couldn’t keep his eyes open, let alone spar with Mika or his own good sense. Tomorrow would be soon enough for that. “It means my heaven.”
Chapter Seven
“It’s not money that makes you well dressed, it’s understanding.”
—Christian Dior
Carlos woke up in a tangle of soft blanket and Mika’s smooth legs, both of which were wrapped tightly around him. The sun was peeking around the skyscrapers, sending in rays of light through the studio’s large windows and hitting him right in the eyes. He shifted and Mika mumbled her sleepy protest. He unwound himself from her legs and the temptation of an early morning replay of the night before and slipped from beneath the blanket. After pulling on his jeans, he padded across the cool floor to the computer.
The lab results had to be logged into the police system by now. The sooner he found out what was so damn special about the material, the sooner he could figure out how to keep Mika safe from whomever was after her. Breaking into the Harbor City Police Department’s system had become second nature, allowing him to execute the keystrokes as he watched Mika burrow deeper under the blanket until only the long strands of her silky hair could be seen. Even that little bit was enough to grab his dick’s attention and send his thoughts skittering off to fantasies of wrapping her hair around the base of his cock as she lapped at the tip with her pink tongue.
The computer binged, announcing his successful breach of the police department’s system and yanking his dirty mind back before his big head followed the little one right back to the couch and the warm woman snuggled under the blanket.