Page 96 of Sangre
“It feels so fuckin’ good,” he rasped as he pulled back then pushed back in, his two fingers inside her heated wetness moving in slow rhythm with his dick while his thumb stroked her sweet spot.
A long, breathless gasp from Isla punctuated the sex-filled haze around them. “What the hell are you doing to me?” She wriggled her ass, moving forward a bit then back into his erection. “It feels incredible,” she panted.
His breathing became more and more labored as he slowly pushed in and out, her moans and gasps driving him crazier by the second. He’d never experienced sex the way he did with Isla. “You’re fuckin’ amazing,” he said in a low voice as his free hand grabbed onto her luscious cheek and he rocked his hips forward, pumping in and out of her with steady back and forth thrusts, his fingers and thumb matching his pace.
She pushed up slightly on her elbows, and looked over her shoulder. “You’re killing me.” Her voice was throaty, earthy, and so fucking sexy.
Their gazes locked on each other, their breath ragged and uneven. With her tangled hair, her face contorted and scrunched up, and her forehead dripping in sweat, she looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. Sex with her was raw and primitive, and he knew he’d never have enough of her. She was so real, and the way her tight ass squeezed him was more than he could stand. He flicked her sweet nub a few times, then she turned away and buried her face in the sheets.
“Sangre, I’m coming. Oh, it feels so damn good,” she said, her voice muffled. He hooked his fingers and hit her G-spot, and she turned her head sideways, her eyes fixed on his as she screamed out her release, shuddering and gasping.
Sangre growled deep in his throat. “Fuck, Isla,” he grunted as he released in three long body-quaking spasms. He stayed, panting, the musky scent of sex filling his nostrils. He caressed her soft cheeks and slowly pulled out then lay down on the bed, drawing her to him. Their legs intertwined on top of the crumpled, damp sheets.
Isla burrowed her head in the crook of his arm. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She ran her nails over his chest.
“You mix me all up, woman. The things you do to me blow me the fuck away.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“I think I like that,” she said, a smile in her voice.
They lay sated and spent, the slight rustling of branches scraping against the open window as a breeze blew in, cooling their bodies. As she slept in his arms, he looked at the silhouette of the trees in the moonlight and realized that he was in deep with Isla. He’d never been this consumed by a woman before. It was like she’d cast a spell on him. He had a constant, burning desire for every inch of her all the time. He needed her hot breath on his lips, the taste of her, the touch of her soft skin molding into his, and the sound of her voice running through his veins. What he felt for her was deep and raw, and it was new for him. He wanted to be buried in her all the time, entering her gently then riding her rough and deep. He was like an addict and she was his fix.
But she’s going back to LA. She has a life there. I have a life here.
If he were with another woman, he’d be thinking about moving on about now, but with Isla he couldn’t think about not having her in his life. He wanted and needed her.
As he thought about all the women he’d been involved with, he snorted. He was always the one to leave and never look back, but with Isla, he couldn’t imagine letting her go.
But he knew the time would come when he’d have to.
