He wasn’t kidding, the condo was directly across from the bar. As Rico punched in the security code at the gate she read the sign next to the entry.
Luxury Condominiums $950,000.00 and Up.
He pulled her battered Jeep into a spot marked Penthouse Only.
Could he be serious about the million in a bank account
and
the inches? She licked her lips and swallowed hard.
He came to help her from the car. She slid off the seat into his arms, kissing and groping. She wanted to leave no doubt she was into this. Rico didn’t hesitate, returning the kiss and doing some groping of his own.
“I don’t want—” he gulped a breath, “—to have sex with you in a parking lot. Can we cool it?”
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
He wrapped an arm around her and guided her to the elevator. Riding up, Olivia’s nerves returned.
“I don’t do this. I mean, go with someone I don’t know. I work a lot and…” She stopped and tried not to cringe as she realized how pathetic she must sound.
Rico took her hand, laced his fingers between hers and squeezed. “If it makes it any easier, I don’t do normally do stuff like this either.”
She looked at his reflection in the polished doors. He didn’t turn, but his eyes cut to her and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly. The chime announcing the floor broke the awkward silence and the elevator opened. Hand in hand they walked to his door.
Inside, Olivia was drawn immediately to a wall of floor to ceiling windows facing the ocean. The clear night offered a spectacular view. She opened the sliding glass doors and stepped onto the balcony, a diversion to buy time and get control of a pulse thudding so hard she feared Rico would hear it. No matter what her head told her she wouldn’t listen. Not tonight. She missed the comfort being in a man’s arms brought and she missed sex. Behind her the sound of fabric brushing over Rico’s skin as he stripped off his shirt caused a quick intake of breath. Tonight she wanted, no,
needed
to be with this man.
“It’s beautiful,” she sighed. “I never get tired of seeing the ocean at night, the way the phosphorus glows on the waves or the static lightning snakes across the sky.”
He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her stomach. She snuggled against his chest.
“Do you want anything?” His lips rested lightly on her ear. “I have wine, whiskey,
tequila
…”
Did she detect a smile in his voice?
“Condoms are all I need.” The feel of his body chased away any misgivings.
“Got plenty.”
“Good.” She turned. “You’ll need all of them.”
His searing look scorched her every nerve ending. A guttural sound escaped him. In one motion he swept her into his arms and carried her easily into the bedroom. His muscled arms around her gave the comfort she sought and soon he’d provide the sexual fulfillment she needed.
Rico lowered her to the bed and she parted her legs, allowing him better access. He took it, rolling his hips into her, giving her the full effect of his erection. She circled her arms around his neck, kissed him fiercely and drew him completely onto her.
He pushed her dress past her hips and stroked her inner thigh achingly slow. Each stroke higher than the last until she wanted to say just go for it. But the waves of pleasure he created engulfed her. She could only lie back and enjoy. His fingers touched her panties then slipped under the silk to her soft flesh, and her hips arched. He removed his hand. “Put it back,” she demanded.
“Like that do ya?” he said, rising up to see her face.
“Mmm.” She nodded. “More.”
He did as he was told.
Olivia slid her hands down his back until she reached his jeans. She jammed her fingers under the cloth, as far as she could, and squeezed his very tight butt.
Rico’s fingers parted her folds. Her body instinctively rose to his touch. “I—I like that better.” The words floated out on a sigh of pleasure. One, then two of his long fingers slipped inside, moving rhythmically.
Oh!
He was good at this. Really, really good.
Her hands left his ass to grapple with the snap on his jeans. “I want to…touch you. Hold you.” She was having trouble breathing.
He moved slightly, giving her room to access what she wanted. Her trembling fingers managed to undo the snap but failed with the zipper. Olivia found his erection and squeezed. “I like this too.” His noisy intake of breath and shudder gave her pleasure. She grasped him tighter and stroked.
“I want you.” His smooth voice was replaced with a hoarse tone.
“Yes, now,” she pleaded, her voice raw from panting.
Rico stood, and the separation of their bodies drew an involuntary gasp from Olivia. She heard his shoes drop and she levered up enough to watch him strip off his jeans. Her gaze roamed over him, enjoying the view.
Rico peeled her panties away. She fell back raising her hips, expecting him to enter her. When he didn’t, she lifted her head to see him covering himself with a condom.
“Hurry,” she begged.
“Yes, ma’am.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed, pressed between her legs and slid inside. They both hissed in a loud breath. Olivia always savored that first long stroke, especially with a new lover, but this was insanely good.
He moved slowly, thrusting deep. She coiled her legs around his hips, moving her body in a faster rhythm.
“Faster,” she breathed, “and harder.”
“I’ll finish.”
“So will I.”
“Ahhh.” His voice quivered and he did as she asked.
“Oh.” Her breath caught. “Oh.” She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as her stomach wound tighter and tighter. Her body bucked and convulsed under him, releasing fire and ice into every molecule of her body and pushing her world off its axis.
She closed tight around him, pulsing. Rico’s fingers dug into her hips. His movements quickened and he found his rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his hips as his body arched, tensed and shuddered with his own release.
Someone growled. Him, her, she didn’t know. Her blood pounded so hard and loud in her head she couldn’t be sure.
“Hang on.” He slid an arm under her and moved them to the center of the bed. Breathless, he collapsed onto her. The weight of his body and the fact he was still semi-hard heightened the fog of pleasure blanketing her. The act lasted less than a minute and yet her senses reeled, every inch of her skin tingled and she felt completely satisfied.
He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, gulping in air. “I’ll…get off you…in a minute.” She didn’t respond because she couldn’t. Her own breaths came in short panting bursts. A long moment later he levered himself up, and his chest heaved as did hers. She felt the need to say something. “Wow” was all she could manage.
“Wow? We didn’t even—” he huffed in a breath, “—last sixty seconds.”
“But they were the best sixty seconds of my life,” she murmured.
Rico’s body shook with laughter, causing him to slip out of her.
“No,” she moaned, tightening her grip. She didn’t want him to move away.
He rolled to his side, pulling her against his chest, and she snuggled in comfortably.
“I’ll be good to go again in a few,” he whispered.
“Mmm. You better be.” Olivia rolled onto his chest, sliding her hands under his T-shirt. She pushed it up slowly, working her lips up his chest, kissing, licking and sucking. Reaching a nipple, she raked her teeth over it.
“Ohhhh.” Rico shuddered. Repeating the motion on the other nipple she received the same reaction.
She turned her attention to his shirt now bunched under his chin. Olivia tried to get it off but he lay there, his hands clasped behind his head, grinning, not cooperating. Straddling him, she tugged on the material. “Help me get this damn thing off you,” she ordered.
Rico sat, with her still astride him, and peeled off the shirt. His arms free, he coiled them around her, crushing her against him, kissing hard. His penis pressed into her belly, throbbing, jerking.
This was plain, raw sex. And she wanted it more than she ever had before.
His hands went under her dress, sliding over her damp skin. “Put your arms up.” She did and he stripped it away. A moment later she shrugged out of her bra. They stopped, appraising each other.
Olivia ran her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders to his muscled chest and firm stomach. The feel of his skin under her fingertips sent new ripples of pleasure through her. Her hand curled around his erection, squeezing and releasing. His groans encouraged her to continue.
Rico covered her breasts with his hands and gently squeezed. He stopped, looked down and went still. “Anything wrong?” she managed to ask.
“Nooo. Everything is great.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“It’s not often you get to see top of the line original equipment in unaltered condition,” he answered. “I’m just taking a moment to enjoy.”
She laughed. Men thought because her breasts were large they had to be implants. When they found out otherwise, they were appreciative, although none had been as vocal as Rico. He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and sucking.
“Finally.” She sighed and grasped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin. She closed her eyes and arched her back to give him better access.
Rico cupped her breasts in his big hands, gently kneading, moving from one to the other. Each swirl of his tongue and tug of his lips took her closer to crashing over the edge into a blinding pleasure. He raked his teeth over her hard sensitive tips and her body quivered. “How did—” she sucked in a loud breath, “—you know I like that?”
“Did it to me. Had to be something you liked.”
“More. I want more.”
“I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.” The words were uttered in a low urgent tone.
She reached for a condom. “I want to.”
She covered him, then rose on her knees, took him in and lost her breath. They rocked together for a while, touching, kissing, looking. No words passed between them. They communicated in the language of lovers. The primal
ooohs, aaahs
and
mmms
resonating between their bodies. Olivia had always been a silent lover, thinking all the moaning and groaning was too porn flicky. Tonight she cried out in delight. Once, so loud Rico stopped his movements and grasped her hips.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She kissed his neck below the ear. “Feels incredibly good. Keep doing—” she took a breath, “—what you’re doing.” She pressed down, forcing him deep, and made a circular motion with her hips to give him pleasure.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“Why do men say that when what they really want is to move faster?” she asked, repeating the movement.
In a quick motion Rico rolled them to their sides and withdrew. His hot, wet mouth left a trail of searing kisses from her lips to her breasts. A hand slipped between her legs, his long fingers parted then entered her.
“No.” She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked him away from a breast and attempted to pull his hand from her opening. “I’m too close.” What was this man doing to her? She could barely think, speak. She could only feel. Feel him.
He moved over her, kissed her hard and slid inside. He filled her completely. His strong thrusts hit a deep place never touched before. Somehow he sensed what she needed.
There. Yes there. Right there,
she thought—or had she said it out loud? Roughly he shoved her legs over his shoulders. In this position, he controlled their movements. He was far from a gentle lover. She didn’t care, he knew what he was doing and he was doing it well.
“Don’t stop. I’m…” She couldn’t finish.
Her vision blurred into swirls of color until an explosion separated her mind and body. The internal grasping of her orgasm continued as Rico stayed on task until her body began responding again. His hand went between them and he ground his thumb against her clitoris, making hard circles. She wanted to tell him she’d already come but couldn’t find her voice. Drained, she was powerless to stop him. Then she realized what he already knew: She was going to come again. She arched and wanted to scream. Maybe she was.
“Come,” he demanded, stroking harder.
Her body obeyed, quaking uncontrollably. A guttural sound escaped him and Rico’s body fractured with his own explosion. Long moments later her legs slid from his shoulders and he fell onto her, his chest heaving.
“Now
that
was wow,” he said into her hair.
“Am I dreaming?” she managed to ask.
“If you are, I am. And we just had one hell of a wet dream.”
He was heavy on her, but she reveled in his bulk, his heat and his scent. Drifting off to sleep the thought crossed her mind she might be crushed to death. If she was, she sure as hell was going to die happy.
Olivia woke on her side snuggled into him, their legs and arms tangled. She lay still until sure he was sleeping then carefully disentangled herself and edged off the bed.
Rico stirred and reached for her. “Come back,” he muttered, sounding more asleep than awake. She stood silently by the bed until his breathing was heavy, almost a snore.
He was quite possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Rugged and masculine, not a pretty boy. His body muscular from work, not workouts, and deeply tanned. Even in the dim light she could see he was tanned all over. She fit into, against, his long arms and legs. The urge to run her hands over his body, to kiss him and make love again was strong.
What’s wrong with me? We’ve had sex twice and I’m thinking about more.
Shaking her head to chase away the thought and lust attack, she padded to the bathroom. The shower took up the whole back of the huge room. Olivia let water from the half dozen showerheads wash over her. Feeling a rush of cold air, she knew without looking that Rico was there. Arms encircled her, and she melted into him, delighting in the feel of his body as they swayed together.
“Be still,” he whispered against her ear. A moment later his hand moved over her back, soaping her.
“Mmm.” She braced her hands on the tile wall and he crouched, washing the back of her legs. His lips brushed the small of her back and buttocks causing a minor earthquake to rumble through her. He paused occasionally to apply gentle pressure in spots, as if fine tuning her body like a master mechanic. He was successful. Her engine was purring and she was ready for him again.