Page 52 of His Other Half

And yet because it was Paco, she said, "Yes."

Watching him move his body and seeing his pleasure aroused her more. He was a virile, sexy man. There was something about how he controlled himself to please her, to do what she wanted, that excited her.

It thrilled her in a way that she regained control of her life again. With him, she wasn't a victim of her past or a pathetic mess who'd poured her heart out in a journal.

She was desired.

She was wanted.

Paco crawled on the bed, kneeling on the mattress. His cock hovered in her view. She reached to cup his balls, and he slapped her hand away.

"Neck, sweetheart." Paco wrapped his broad hand around the base of his hardness.

She dropped her hand to her side and ground the back of her head into the pillow, giving him more access to her neck. He would probably win that round because she was extremely ticklish under her chin. Just the thought of him touching her there gave her goosebumps.

He trailed the tip of his erection from her mouth to her collarbone. She shivered, panting through the urge to clamp her chin to her chest.

He brought his cock up to her mouth and tapped her lips. "Point me in the right direction, sweetheart."

She failed miserably in her attempt to wrap him in erotic play when she was the one getting turned on. She opened her mouth, swiping her tongue along the underside of his hardness.

He gripped his cock harder. His knuckles turned white. The way he pleased himself fascinated her. He was a lot rougher, more violent, but that shouldn't have surprised her. He was a biker.

A man without scruples when it came to his enemies and full of pride when it came to those he cared about. He carried that into the bedroom with him.

While not a virgin, her past relationships never included intimacy beyond dating. Sex had started out as a curiosity at sixteen years old and had ended the same way without really knowing much more about the men she'd slept with.

Sex with Paco was on a deeper level. Her body craved to connect with his.

Capturing the head of his cock, she sucked him into her mouth and looked up, meeting his gaze. She gasped with a full mouth, feeling it too. There was a bond between them that had her believing whatever trouble or emotion got pushed between them, it wouldn't break them.

He groaned, thrusting deeper into her mouth. She grabbed onto his jeans, puddled below his hips. Her back arched on the bed as she tried to get closer.

Paco moved above her head, pushing the pillow out from under her. She tilted her head, not wanting to let go of him and sucked harder, keeping his cock with her.

"Damn boots." He slipped away from her.

She moaned, turning to follow him. "Paco?"

"Right here, sweetheart." He stood beside the bed, grabbed her upper body, and moved her until her head hung off the mattress. "Spread your legs. I'm going down."

She let her knees fall to the side. He leaned over, hooked the crotch of her panties with his finger, and lowered his head. The sweep of his tongue on her pussy had her searching for his cock above her. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and brought him down.

Her lips embraced, giving back the pleasure he performed on her. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she lifted her head, taking more of his length.

Paco slipped his hand under her ass, propping her lower body higher. Her insides coiled at the assault of his tongue, sweeping over her clit. His whiskers caressed her bare pubic bone, and she was ever so glad she shaved down there.

Blood rushed to her upside-down head, making her dizzy with the onslaught of pleasure swirling between her legs. She swallowed, sucking down on him harder, reminded of how firm he'd fisted himself earlier.

She wanted to wrap her legs around his head and plaster herself against him. She wanted him to love away her doubts. She wanted to believe that he came into her life for a reason, and not because she was held against her will, and he'd found out more about her than she was willing to share.

His hips bucked above her, and he pulled his cock from her mouth. Stepping around her head, he crawled up on the bed, finally taking his mouth off her sex. Scrunching her stomach, she lifted her head to see what he was doing, and he pulled her back until she was firmly on the mattress.

"Not fucking around now, sweetheart. I'm about to blow." He took a condom out of his pocket and rolled the protection on. "Where do you want my cock?"

She reached down and patted between her legs. "Right here."

His gaze intensified. "Say it."