“Hey.” Cruz’s voice sounds hoarse.
“Hey, did he wake up?” I ask, worrying that maybe Sailor might be going through another sleep regression.
“He started squirming a bit, so I grabbed him so he wouldn’t wake you up. I couldn’t help it, you know? Holding Sailor, the way he seems to know who I am already. I don’t want to overstep my bounds. We have a lot of things to discuss, so tell me if I do something wrong when it comes to Sailor, okay?” I can hear the worry in his tone.
“You’re fine. It’s hard not to hold him. Especially now that he’s on the move, it’s less cuddles and more go, go, go. Is he asleep now?” I ask him.
“Yeah, let me put him back in his crib, then I’ll move to the couch.” He stands up, cradling Sailor in his big, muscled, tattooed arms, my eyes never leaving how Cruz lays him on his back, covering him up with a blanket, or how he kisses his fingertips before placing them on his forehead.
“He’s amazing, mi diosa.” Cruz looks up at me when he says this. I nod. words are so freaking hard to find.
“Cruz,” I breathe out.
“Mateo, please call me Mateo.” I’m not sure how he came to be standing in front of me, his finger wrapped around an errant piece of hair that fell out of my bun. My body lights up from the inside out with the pebbling of my nipples, my core clenching, needing to feel Mateo inside me again.
“Mateo,” I reply. My hand finds his, and I do the unthinkable, something no woman would probably do, not with everything between us. I lead him into my room. Nothing is said, but he gets the hint when I move to my side of the bed, pull the covers down, and slide in.
“You sure about this, Luna?”
“I’m positive.” I find my voice and watch as he steps out of his shoes, pulling his shirt off by doing that man thing you only see in movies, with one hand at the back of his head, showing me his rippling muscles along the way. I sigh when he sits on the bed, his back to me, and if I weren’t such a ninny, I’d climb over to where he is and hold him tight to me. He finishes undressing until he’s down to his boxer briefs, my eyes taking in the length of his body. There’s no denying the way my body lights up for him.
“You ready to get some sleep?” he asks, attempting not to call me out on my drooling at him.
“Definitely.” I lay my head on the pillow, trying not to act like this is awkward.
“Come here, Luna.” Mateo doesn’t let me stay away from him. His arm moves beneath my neck, pulling me into his body. My back meets his front. This was how we slept when we spent our one and only night together. I didn’t question it then, and I won’t, well, for now. Mateo’s lips graze the side of my neck. “Good night, Mateo.”
“Night, mi diosa.” I relax and drift off to sleep, wrapped up in the man I’ve longed for in what seems like forever.
11
Cruz
I can feel her hair blaze a path down my torso. My hand dives into it, holding her to me. Luna uses her lips and tongue on my abdomen. “Maldita mujer.” Goddamn, woman, slips from my mouth. Luna’s hands slip into the edge of my boxers. I lift my hips, allowing her to take them off me, and when she grabs my cock, I know this isn’t a dream.
My eyes open. Hers are on my face, a look of mischievousness written all over her, eyes heated with desire, and I watch as her tongue darts out to gather the cum that’s dripping from me.
“Is this okay?” All last night, either Luna was wrapped around me or I was wrapped around her. When she scooted that ass into my groin so many times through the night, it was hard to keep from flipping her onto her back and fucking her the way we’re clearly both craving.
“More than okay,” I groan. Her hands are holding the sides of my stomach. Mine move to hers, holding them on top of me to stop from sinking my hands into her hair, showing Luna exactly what I want her to do with that wicked mouth of hers.
I watch as she licks the tip of my cock again, slowly dragging her tongue down the underside of my cock, the light coming in from the morning sun giving me the added effect of getting to see everything without a light on. She does this over and over again until my dick is wet. She backs off, pulls her hair to one side. “Mierda,” leaves my lips when Luna takes my cock in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she slides all the way down, then up again. She repeats the action, taking my length down further. So deep that I can feel her throat convulse around my cock, and I know I’ll be coming soon if she doesn’t calm down.