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“Christ. Is that why your body keeps clenching around me?”

“Yes,” I answered, not knowing what the hell this man felt.

Or what he was planning.

He rolled the condom on and moved over the top of me. “If that’s the case, I’m going to feel you come for the first time, and I will bring you to that orgasm without even touching your clit.” He licked his lips. “Turn around, preciosa.”

I did, a little nervous and unsure, but something told me this would be everything.

“That’s it, mi amor,” he purred through his sultry Spanish accent. “Get on all fours and let me see your sexy ass, baby,” he said, his hand slowly brushing over it.

Any other man saying those words would’ve irritated the hell out of me. But it was the softness in his voice, the determination in his hands, and the gentle way he massaged his fingers over my legs before spreading them wider.

His lips were on the back of my neck, his hard body pressed against me. I moved my ass back toward him, needing him now.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

I felt his lips pressing through my hair as he kissed along my head, and that’s when I felt him moving inside me. I gasped as he pushed deeper, feeling him spread me open for the first time in too damn long.

I sucked in a breath of air when he moved in circles, his cock and every thrust finding the places that made me shake.

“Oh God,” I nearly shouted in ecstasy.

“Así, cariño,” he whispered.

I braced myself for him to take me deeper, but instead, he rocked back, pulling me up behind him. His hands were covering my breasts while he pumped himself hard against the only thing that would truly have me exploding all over him if he kept nailing that spot like this.

Every movement from him woke parts of me I thought had gone numb years ago.

I reached my hands behind me, gripping his hair. He continued thrusting into my spot while he kissed the inside of my arm.

I couldn’t speak. This energy building inside me was beyond any feelings I’d ever experienced with a man before.

“Give me that beautiful fucking release,” he whispered. “I want the first orgasm this body has had in five years.”

God, the tension inside me kept winding tighter and tighter until I could barely breathe through it. I couldn’t let go. I was terrified of the release and addicted to the climb toward it. Sexually… it was euphoric.

This didn’t feel like sex anymore. It was becoming far more dangerous than sex. Everything in the world except this man disappeared.

“Let it go. You’re holding back,” he said.

“I can’t,” I whined.

“Fuck, Catalina,” he answered breathlessly.

My body was completely losing control against his. I was coming undone, still unable to come. And I didn’t want to. This high was something I had never experienced before and didn’t want to end.

Something told me this man wasn’t going to stop until he shattered every last ounce of restraint left inside me. Until he did, I was relishing every thrust that sparked more and more euphoric sensations.

We were definitely doing this all night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Catalina looked utterly intoxicated by each of my thrusts deep inside her. Her movements had lost every trace of hesitation now, replaced by something softer and far more reckless as she moved against me with growing urgency.

After she refused to let go easily of her building orgasm, I fell into a rhythm to enhance the feeling she was riding. I felt her clenching me tightly, her moans feverishly telling me she was beyond feeling euphoric now.

Her head rested back against my collarbone while I ran my hands over her perfectly shaped breasts and rigid nipples. My lips sucked gently down the side of her neck, while my tongue moved raggedly over her hot flesh.