Lessons in Gravity (Study Abroad #2) (26 page)

I arch against him, my lips falling apart. My knees are bunched up against his chest; I push against him, but he doesn’t budge; it hurts; God it feels so, so good.

“Tell me to stop.” He’s watching me, nostrils flaring. “Tell me to stop, mujer. Tell me you don’t like the way I make you feel.”

I meet his gaze head on. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

He pushes his fingers further inside me, mouth hovering an inch above mine. “And you like it.”

Before I can respond, or come, or combust, Javier loops an arm around my waist and pulls me off the counter.

“If you try to carry me anywhere,” I say when he bends down to lift me, “I will literally crush you, first of all. Second, I am perfectly capable of walking, even if I’m a little—um—weak in the knees at the moment. So. Where to?”

Javier crosses to the living room. Grabbing a thick woolen blanket from the couch, he throws it on the floor in front of the fire.

“Of course,” I say.

“Of course what?”

“You pick the most romantic spot. A warm blanket in front of a roaring fire.”

“What?” He smirks. “The kitchen counter isn’t romantic?”

I bite my lip. I wouldn’t pick the kitchen counter as a romantic spot to get eaten out, no.

But with Javier’s mouth on my body and my hands in his hair, it was romantic.

Intense.

But also romantic.

“Come here,” he says.

And then, without preamble, he tugs his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest and arms bulge and lengthen as he moves. My mouth goes dry.

His hands move to the drawstring at the front of his sweats. He unties it.

I hear angels singing—along with some country music in the background—as he bends down and takes off the sweats, too.

He straightens, facing me, his cock jutting obscenely from between the hard angles of his hips. He is rock hard. Enormously hard.

I can’t help it. My gaze rakes hungrily over the length of his body. He’s sweating; his skin glistens in the light of the fire. His shoulders—the hardened muscles in his enormous thighs—the dark pinks and thick veins of his dick—the trail of wiry hair that narrows over his taut stomach into his groin—
oh,
oh, for a minute I think I might faint. My nipples prickle to renewed life; my skin feels hot, my blood rioting inside my veins.

It’s an incredible turn-on, seeing him like this. Baring himself to me, completely, without question. Without hesitation. It’s heady stuff.

It’s also terrifying. He trusts me. I know he wants me to trust him, too.

I don’t trust anyone except myself.

But oh, how tempted I am to give in. To accept his unspoken invitation. He’s given me every reason to trust him. He’s kind and he’s honest and he knows what he wants.

He wants me. I believe that.

And good Lord do I want him.

He takes his dick in his hand as I approach, giving it a lazy tug. His eyes are latched onto mine, wet and dark.
 

My heart is pounding. So is my pussy. I
want.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as much as I want Javier right now.

“Come
here
,” he repeats.

I stand in front of him. He’s almost a full head taller than me, and twice as broad at the shoulders. Scruffy, huge, so much strength.

And then he’s sliding his hands down my back, cupping my ass as he pulls me into his body, and his arms and his legs curl around mine, surrounding me, the insistent jut of his dick against my tummy at once lewd and comfortable, and when he presses a kiss onto the corner of my mouth something inside my chest swells. In his arms I feel—I don’t know. Cherished. Beautiful. Complete.

I can’t breathe. I can’t
breathe
.

And I can’t resist when his lips cover mine completely, a slow, deep kiss I feel all the way to my toes. Goosebumps break out on my arms and legs. He holds me closer, tighter, his skin warm.

It’s overwhelming, the need he stokes inside my body; the hungry devastation of his lips on my lips; he’s turning me inside out, baring all my weaknesses, baring to the light all the things I want to hide.

I can’t hide much longer. Not when Javier’s kissing me like this.

I pull back, gasping for air. I feel unsteady on my feet.

I keep my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

“You okay?” Javier asks, putting his hands on my face. The concern in his voice is…it’s everything.

“This,” I say. “Your way—it’s a lot.”

His lips brush my nose, my closed eyes. “I know, guapa. Your way was a lot for me. Any time I touch you—it’s a lot for me. And never enough.”

I open my eyes, look into his. “Never enough,” I whisper. “I’m ready, Javier.”

“I know you are,” he says. “I am too, Maddie.”

He falls to his knees in front of me. He kisses my bellybutton, his hands on my hips as his lips move to my pussy. I put my hands on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his tongue parts my lips, finding my clit.

Lightning spikes through me, making me cry out. I’m so close, in the space of a single heartbeat I’m on the brink again, my legs beginning to shake.

He pulls me down by my hips, his mouth moving up my throat, capturing my mouth. I taste the salt of my arousal on his lips as he digs his hands into the hair at the nape of my neck, gathering it in his fists.

His touch is sweet. Unbearably sweet.

Javier kisses me, hard, and I fall on top of him, our bodies tangling on the blanket. The heat from the fire envelopes us, the campfire smell of burning wood crisp and homey.
 

I kiss his throat, bite the place where his pulse marks a frantic beat against his skin.

A pulse—a heart—that beats like this for me.

My heart beats like that, too. So hard and so loud it blocks out everything else, everything but the smell of his skin and the feel of him all over me.

He rolls over onto his side, bringing me with him. I brush my nose against his. Javier’s eyes open, reflecting the oranges and blue-reds of the fire behind me.

He looks at me, and keeps looking, his gaze intense, his eyes full. I should look away—
I need to look away—
something is happening between us, something lovely and deep and real is moving from his eyes into my skin, into my chest, my heart.
 

Close your eyes
, he says in Spanish.
Close your eyes. Let go, Maddie. You know you’re safe with me. Let go.

And I do. Despite the thousand reasons why I shouldn’t, I close my eyes and surrender.

I let go.

Javier holds me against him, one hand splayed across the small of my back as I sense him reaching over his head, toward his discarded sweats. A second later both his hands are at my back, fumbling with a foil packet.

A lick of heat burns between my legs. His penis is trapped between our bodies, warm and throbbing, its head slick with precum. I’m so hungry for him, so ready to feel him inside me, I can hardly stand it.

Javier is trying to put on the condom himself, but I reach down and take over, trapping the tip of his penis in the circle of my thumb and forefinger while I work the condom down the length of his shaft. The muscles in his stomach clench as my fingers move over him; his breath comes in hot spurts against my face.

“There,” I breathe. “Ready. Oh my God, Javi, finally ready.”

He presses his tongue to the sensitive skin at my throat, using the great bulk of his body to roll me onto my back. The blanket is soft against my skin, warm from our bodies; one of my favorite songs swells around us; the fire spurts, hisses.

I keep my eyes closed. Javier settles his weight over me, my legs falling apart at the urging of his hips. He covers my mouth with his, pulling, asking, the back of my head sliding against the blanket as I rise to meet his kiss.
 

He’s reaching between us now, taking his dick in his hand. Anticipation streaks through me; he’s making me wait, I know he is, taking his time with me, with my body, and it’s driving me crazy in the best, the
best,
way.

He guides his dick up the length of my pussy, slowly, making me cry out against his mouth. Javier swallows the sound, his penis coming to rest at the top of my sex—right on my clit. He cants his hips, pressing against me, and uses his hand to draw a small, tight circle on my slick flesh.

Bursts of light erupt behind my closed eyelids. My body bucks up, but he holds me in place, breaking the kiss to duck his head and take my nipple in his teeth.

He bites with his teeth and he circles with his dick and I am melting, I am coming—

I gasp when it happens, a full body release that is blindingly intense. My legs shake; my muscles contract; pulse after pulse after murderous pulse move through me, making me sweat, making me curse. I hold onto Javier’s hips, digging my fingernails into his skin.

I have never had an orgasm quite this intense.

Quite this lasting. It keeps going.

See
, he growls, trailing his lips over my lips.
Waiting—going slow—it’s worth it, isn’t it?

I don’t reply—at the moment I can’t summon a coherent thought—but he’s right. It was an excruciating tease, doing it Javier’s way.

But it just made the payoff that much sweeter.

The aftershocks of my orgasm leave me shaking; they’re moving through me, quieter now but still potent; when Javier guides himself into the wet cleft of my pussy, it feels so sweet, almost a calming, joyful pressure that stills my rioting flesh.

I wrap my legs around his hips. He deepens his kiss.

Using his fingers he holds me open, guiding himself deeper inside me. I moan; I’m still a little sore from last night.

“You all right?” he breathes.

I nod, swallowing.

God
, he says through clenched teeth.
You’re unbelievably tight, Maddie. Tiny. I can still feel you coming.

Don’t come yet,
I plead.

He laughs, a gruff, pained sound.
I will try, guapa.

The pressure between my legs builds as Javier presses further into me. He pauses, rocks back; rocks forward, the first small, pleasant thrust.

I move my hands to his ass, urging him closer. I want everything he can give me. I want all of him, his whole body, his whole being, because those are the things he took from me.

With one final, long thrust, he buries himself in me to the hilt.

And then he starts to move.

There is no preamble, no warm up. Just long, hard, gutting strokes, his body moving ardently against mine, his muscles bunching, stretching beneath my fingers. He moves like an athlete, all grace and effortless intensity.

His thrusts are unhurried, as are his lips as they trail over my throat, my face, my chest.

When he begins to swivel his hips at the end of every thrust, I think I might lose my fucking mind.

He’s loving me thoroughly, he’s loving me well, and I revel in the feeling of being in his arms like this, of letting myself
feel
like this. I give myself up to him, letting him do as he pleases, and good Lord does he please me.

My eyes fly open when the pressure increases. Javier is on his knees between my legs, grasping me by the waist as he maneuvers me onto his lap so that we sit, facing each other.

His hand glides up my back, curling around the nape of my neck. He meets my eyes, going still inside me as he wraps one of my legs around his waist, then the other.

He looks at me for a long, heated moment. We’re both breathing hard, my nipples brushing against his broad chest. I slide my arms around his neck. He brushes his nose against mine, softly, affectionately.

Do you like my way?
he asks.

I do
, I say.
Too much.

There’s a tenderness between us that wasn’t there before; an understanding. It terrifies me, but when he starts moving inside me again, my eyes flutter shut, a cry of submission on my lips. He guides my head into the crook of his neck, and as he glides in and out of me, in and out, he holds me against him, and I bury my teeth into the thick skin at his shoulder.

He gasps. I shake.

I’m coming,
he says, taking my hand from his neck and guiding it down to my pussy.
You should, too.

My pussy is engorged and very wet, swollen with Javier inside me. I run my fingers over my clit, matching Javier’s rhythm, and I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it, but I’m going to come again, I am defenseless against his onslaught, I am so fucking turned on by everything he does and everything he is that I can’t help but come again.

It hurts this time, the orgasm. Javier’s arms lock around me as it hits him at the same time. We come together, his hand fisted in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, a great rush that binds us together.

When the rush recedes, it leaves me shaking in his arms. He kisses my cheeks, my damp forehead, his scruff chafing my skin.

I curl into his chest, not wanting to open my eyes.