Page 20 of Love or Leave (Mapleton #4)

She looked up at him and when her eyes met his, he let out a sigh and a heavy blink. He was clearly deeply aroused, which made her feel great. But she really didn't know what to do.

She fumbled around for a second before he reached for her chin, tipping her eyes up to his. "Do whatever you want—touch, lick—but don't put my dick in your mouth just yet."

She nodded, trying to remember what she'd done for past blow jobs, and trying to forget that he'd probably had a million of them from perfect Fran that were probably significantly better than what she was going to do.

She placed her hands tentatively on his thighs, sliding them up, then ran her thumbs along the base of him. He smiled and groaned and brought his hands to her jaw.

"You're beautiful," he said, staring into her eyes.

Her heart galloped, and her body flooded with warmth. She ached to touch and be touched by him.

She leaned forward and lifted his shirt up, kissing his hard stomach, trailing her tongue along his skin, exploring him with her mouth. He became more and more aroused—and so did she. When he put his hands in her hair and bunched it in his fist, she thought she might die.

Her hips started moving on the bed, desperate for some friction as her hands moved along his length, teasing him and playing with him. He became harder. Finally, she put her lips on him and slowly took him into her mouth.

His head fell back, and he let out a deep groan. "Cara," he said with a broken voice, but nothing else.

Her mouth swept over him, slowly at first, then again and again, each time a little faster, a little harder. She couldn't help it. Her own body was growing more and more sensitive—more and more desperate to feel him on her.

In her.

His hands slipped from her hair, trailing down her neck to her shoulders, and after a few more slow passes, he winced slightly and gently held her back, stopping her from taking him again.

She looked at him, hard and wet, and all she wanted was more. But when she glanced up at his face, his eyes were screwed tightly together and his chest heaved.

He stayed like that for a moment, trying to collect himself, before he took her by the elbows and guided her to her feet, kissing her mouth and breathing as if he'd just run a marathon.

"I just need a second," he said.

She nodded, but a second seemed like an eternity at that point. And keeping her hands and mouth off him was no longer possible.

She stood up and kissed his neck, moving across his jaw to his ear as she pressed her body against him, needing more. She took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside.

He gave her a slow smile and kissed her mouth while unclasping her bra and dragging it down her arms. She sighed at the rush of sensations drifting over her skin.

Finally, she could breathe. But she didn’t want anything left between them—not even a scrap of clothing.

Antonio seemed to feel the same way, because he stepped out of the pants and boxers that were around his ankles, then reached for her panties.

He bent his head down, tipped it to the side, and slowly slid them off. She shuddered with pleasure. Finally, they were completely bare to one another.

He guided her back to the bed and laid her down, his hands curling around the backs of her knees as he lifted and parted her legs, then sank to the floor in front of her.

Her jaw dropped. "Antonio," she said, not sure what to follow that up with. No one had ever gone down on her before. "I'm not sure—"

"Mmm…"

The deep sound of pleasure coming from his throat stopped her brain. He trailed soft zig-zagging kisses and licks up her thighs as she gasped and arched off the bed.

"Hold still, beautiful," he said, then pressed his tongue against her.

She went completely still while his lips swept over her, kissing and teasing, but it wasn't easy. Her body wanted to float off the bed.

She tried to understand what she was feeling, tried to pay attention to what he was doing to her, but her brain refused to focus. Her thoughts drifted away, leaving her with an increasingly overwhelming desire to join her body with his.

She put her fingers in his hair, trying to get more of him when he changed his angle and sucked. Her pleasure built until it shattered through her, and she cried out—torn between pulling him close and pushing him away.

He kept a slight pressure on her as she came back down from her high, then he crawled over her and kissed her lips before lowering himself on top of her. His weight and the softness of his chest on her skin reignited her desire.

She held him to her, running her hands along his back as she sucked on his ear. "That was incredible," she whispered, thrusting her hips toward him.

His skin burned beneath her touch, but the trail of goosebumps along his shoulders and arms told her he’d been shivering from the light scratches she’d left down his back.

Cara gently thrust her hips toward him, ready for more, but he moved back slightly.

"Antonio?"

"Mmm…" he said, his mouth between her breasts.

"Can I be on top of you?"

He paused, then pulled back with a smirk on his face. "Fuck yeah," he said, backing away from her. "But go slow."

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her up and around until he was on his back and she was straddled on top of him.

She placed her hands on his chest and smiled. She knew she was going to like being on top of him like that. She slid back until she could feel him, then pressed down, but he took her hips in his hands and stopped her.

"Slower," he said.

She rolled her eyes, and he lightly slapped her ass cheek. Why did he want everything done at a glacial pace? Maybe he liked the torture?

He took hold of her hips and adjusted her until they were aligned, then pressed her down ever so slightly until he was just barely grazing her opening.

She held in a gasp and realized that the only way to get him to move faster was to make him want it more. She moved to his ear, kissing and licking him as she barely swayed her hips just slightly along him.

His body tensed and he let out a groan, and his hands loosened slightly on her hips.

Perfect. What she was doing seemed to be working.

With a bit more wiggle room, she swayed a little more and trailed kisses from his ear down his neck and along his collarbone, then back up to his other ear. She could feel the slick heat between them, the way he glided effortlessly along her.

She was getting more and more desperate to feel relief.

"Cara," he said, her name nothing more than a rasp of breath.

She lifted her head until their eyes connected, and she found him searching her eyes. One of his hands left her hip and grazed her cheek as he brushed her hair back from her face.

"Now?" she asked.

He swallowed and gave a nod, his eyes intently on hers.

She held his gaze and lowered herself down, taking him into her. His eyelids dropped slightly but stayed open, watching her as she went down, down, down and her whole body tightened.

God that feels good. Too good.

She squeezed her hips inward, flexing her legs to try to get closer to him. Finally, his eyelids closed, and he let out a low groan.

"Up," he said.

She loosened her body and glided her hips up.

"Fuck," he said. His face was screwed together. "Again."

She repeated the motion again, this time slightly faster, then again, and again, until she could no longer keep the pace and sped up.

He held her hips, moving her in a different pattern—back and forth, then in circles—showing her different ways to move all the while looking as if he was about to break. Finally, he let go of her hips and looked into her eyes.

"Find what feels good for you."

"What about you?"

He smiled. "It all feels good."

"Okay," she said, moving back and forth and then around until she found the exact right spot where the friction made her explode with pleasure. She settled into it, moving faster and faster.

He moved his hands to her lower back and held her tightly as he rose up into a half sit-up and she gasped.

"Keep going," he said, as if there was some way for her to possibly stop.

She moved faster and faster, their collective pleasure rising meteorically. Higher and higher she went, the pleasure building and building until it finally became too much and she exploded.

Her body squeezed onto him and his arms came around her until they were twisted tightly together. He pressed into her a few times before his body went rigid and he came hard, emptying himself into her with a grunt.

It took a few moments for her mind to finally wake up to what had just happened. She'd never felt anything like that before.

"Holy shit," she breathed out as her body collapsed onto his, her face in the crook of his neck and his warm arms wrapped around her back.

He held her wordlessly for a long time before he finally rolled her onto her side and wrapped himself around her back. She was reeling, grasping for something to make sense before forcing her brain off and relaxing into the warmth of his body. She'd never been spooned before.

And she'd never been so happy.

That had been unlike any sex she'd had before.

She waited for the self-consciousness to come, for the awkwardness, but it was nowhere to be found. She told herself it was because he was a doctor, and he obviously knew his way around erogenous zones, even now as he kissed the back of her neck, but she knew that wasn't it.

It had felt that good because she felt free around him.

He made her feel comfortable.

He made her feel loved .

Panic settled into her chest.

She made a move to sit up, worried about where her thoughts were going, but he held her tight and brought his lips to her ear.

"Stay with me, at least for a little while," he whispered.

She stayed still, not sure what to do. A second later he lifted the side of the blanket and pulled it over them, enclosing them in a warm cocoon, and she'd never felt more cared for, more loved, more adored in her entire life.

She almost wished there was some awkwardness, or that she hadn't felt so good, just so she could separate her heart from her body at that moment. But none came.

Just an overriding, all-consuming need to maintain contact with him.

Shit.

She might've fucked up, thinking she could sleep with him and not feel anything for him. Especially when she'd already liked him. But what was done was done.

At this point, she might as well just bask in the bliss for the night. She'd have to face the reality that was waiting for her in the morning and carry on with her life.