Cruz (Hot Shots 2)

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Cruz

Something tells me that Luna has somehow been hurt, maybe not physically or emotionally, but definitely verbally, or she just doesn’t care for the tone in the voice I used a few minutes ago. I make a silent vow that I will never do that to her again, as God is my witness.

“Come on, we’re going to bed,” I tell her after one last kiss, even though I’m having a hard time pulling away from her.

“Mateo,” she purrs when my hands glide to the back of her thighs, pulling them up so I can carry her to the bedroom.

“You keep that fire built up inside you, I’m making you mine tonight,” I whisper in her ear. Luna’s legs lock tightly around my waist, her hips rocking up against my hard-on that’s barely contained. She doesn’t stop, not that I want her to, and the short walk there only keeps her moving.

“Hurry,” she mewls as we finally make it to her room. I allow her to slide down my body, needing to feel her naked beneath me.

“Get undressed for me, mi diosa,” I grunt. It doesn’t take me long to strip out of my clothes, what with wearing only a shirt and shorts. I sit on the bed, waiting and watching as Luna takes off those socks of hers that she always wears because, as she said, the tiled floor that looks more like hardwood is cold beneath her feet even if Florida is going through a heat wave. My eyes eat up the skin that’s revealed as they come off, then Luna gathers the ends of my shirt she swiped from me earlier. Damn thing hung to her thighs and gave me all types of solicitous thoughts. I should have known she’d be wearing some kind of lacy fabric that covers her pussy from my view.

“Fuck.” The word tumbles from my lips. My hand moves to my rock-hard cock. I cup it, my palm not near what I want.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. This time, I get to tease you.” She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing nipples that are pebbled, tight from the desire that’s running through our systems.

“Not if you don’t get rid of those strings you call panties.” When she was in my lap earlier, I could feel the smooth globes of her ass on my thighs, and I knew she was wearing a thong. Hell, I don’t even know why she wears them when it’s just us in the house. I may have to institute a no-panties rule from here on out. All they do is get in the way.

“Party pooper,” she laments, turning away from me, showing me her bare body except for those damn strings that are wrapped around her hips and between her ass. “Fuck,” I hiss, already making plans on making that mine too. That’s also when she shimmies out of them. They drop to the floor. It’s my opportunity to bounce.

“Hands on the dresser, Luna.” I move to my knees close behind her, my palms spreading the cheeks of her ass, showing me just how wet she is. There are few people I’d get down on my knees for, and Luna is one of them. It goes without saying that Sailor is the other. The rest is either family or the men in my life who have my back no matter what, who may as well be my own blood.

“Oh god, Mateo,” she moans when my tongue licks along the inside of her thighs, gathering the wetness, tasting her. It does nothing to curb my need for her. If anything, it only makes me want to lick and suck it right from the source. My mouth engulfs her pussy, my teeth scraping along her clit, and I don’t stop working her body, especially when one of her hands delves into my hair.

“Mi diosa,” I grunt. Her body is moving, hips thrusting, getting where she needs me to be, and fuck, do I love how she comes undone for me.

“I’m so close, so, so close,” she responds. I bite down on her clit, place my thumb on that forbidden hole, slowly pushing in, but not quite, only giving her the feel of my presence. I feel when her legs lock into place, drinking everything she has to give, not stopping until Luna’s body almost gives out, and even then, I stand up quickly, not wanting her to fall.

My front is plastered to her back. It would be so easy to bend my knees and slide inside her, but this first time after being apart for this goddamn long, there’s no way I’ll do that to either of us.

“You going to be okay to go another round?” I spin her around, wanting to see the blissed-out state she’s in.

“God, yes, but there’s something I have to tell you.” Luna’s eyes are shining, and a blush is appearing on her cheeks that travels down toward her chest, a chest where her nipples are pebbled, and she’s rubbing them against my own.