But before my legs could curl around his lower back, he pulled away, sitting back on his heels to quickly protect us, pulling me up with him, settling me on his lap, guiding his cock toward the entrance to my body, but waiting for me to sink down, to take him in.

My arms twined around his neck, holding on, as my hips sank down.

Despite the need for release running rampant through my system, my movements were slow, controlled, everything within me seeming to realize this was something to savor, something I may never get to have again.

So I took him in inch by inch, letting out a held breath when he was buried to the hilt, my eyes rising to find his, seeking, maybe, a similar understanding in him, about this moment, about how special it was.

But that was silly, of course, I realized, ducking my head before I showed too much of my silly, girlish fancy to him.

His hands slipped down my back to sink into my ass, not guiding me, just holding on as I started to move. A few slow, tentative strokes before the need overcame the uncharacteristic urge to take it slow, to savor it.

It wasn't long before desire made my movements fast, frantic, before Roderick's arms eased me back onto the mattress, pressing my bare feet to his chest as he started to thrust - fast, but controlled.

One of his hands pressed down on my lower stomach, the other moved between my thighs to work my clit as he drove me up, pushed me to the edge, tossed me over before I could even anticipate it.

The orgasm slammed through my body, the waves crashing over and over, Roderick's name bursting from me when I could finally find my breath again.

"Fuck, Liv," he growled, spreading my legs, curling over me, taking me harder, faster, each thrust making the headboard crack against the wall, my moans raising to challenge it.

His voice was low, rough, his breath in my ear, lost in the moment, he slipped in and out of Spanish.

Creo que eres la chica más sexy que he conocido.

I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever met.

Me encanto tu chocha.

I love your pussy.

And, finally, as I got closer, as he got there as well -

Ven conmigo.

Come with me.

And just like that, I did.

He did.

And it was, dare I even think it, perfect.

Completely and utterly perfect.

His body came down on mine, his head buried in my neck as he tried to even out his breathing, tried to come back down.

My body felt overworked, fuzzy and hot and cold all at once, my nerve endings popping off every second even long after the waves had stopped crashing.

"Let me up, mami," Roderick commanded softly, making me realize for the first time that my arms and legs were vice grips around his strong body. "Just one minute," he assured me when I hesitated to release him.

My legs slid away, my arms following, and Roderick pushed up, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before jumping off the side of the bed, giving me the perfect behind view for a short moment before he dragged his pants up, leaving the jeans open as he walked across my room, closing the door behind him as he went into the bathroom.

Alone, I attempted to pull myself together, sliding up and under the covers to warm my rapidly cooling body.

I took a deep breath as I heard Roderick coming back, sneaking a glance at him from under my lashes, finding his eyes on me as he moved to the side of the bed.

I heard the swish of his jeans hitting the floor again, the cool air as he lifted the blankets to climb under with me.

"Don't shut down on me, Livvy," he demanded, arm sliding under my body, curling me onto my side as he turned on his.

"I'm not shutting down," I insisted, though even I knew it was mostly a lie.

What else was there to do but shut down? When there was no chance of anything more between us than this - a few tours of my bedsheets.

His lips tipped up at that as his finger traced down my jaw.

"Then how come we could practically fit another person between us right now?" he asked. "When we both know you'd much rather be all up on this," he said, waving a hand toward his body.

"So sure of yourself, huh?" I asked, but I shifted closer, feeling his body heat warming my chilled skin.

"Yep," he agreed, arm draping around my lower back. "And see?" he asked, rolling onto his back, pulling me onto his chest.

"See what?" I asked, letting myself melt into him.

"Wasn't doing that much better than not doing that?" he asked, and I didn't have to look to know he was grinning, satisfied. And why shouldn't he be? If I wasn't overwhelmed with this feeling of impending heartache, I would have felt so as well.

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