“Oh, fuck.” I’m gripping him, his arms, his head and he lifts one leg up over his shoulder and devours me and when he takes my clit between his lips again and sucks hard, I fist his hair and grind against him and I come. I come so fucking hard I can’t stand without him holding me. Without his hand on my belly pressing me to the wall, his other hand around my hip keeping me upright.

When I’m limp and gasping for breath, Sergio rises to stand, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, a smile on his lips, a darkness in his eyes. He kisses me hard, mashing his lips against mine, lifting me in his arms and carrying me up the stairs. In my room, he flips the light switch and the dim lamps on either side of my bed go on. He sets me on the bed. When I try to sit up, he shakes his head, pushes me back down and draws my legs wide to stand between them. He leans down, grips my bra in both hands and rips it in two, arranging the pieces to either side of me, laying me out, displaying me, like he did the other night. He looks me over, up and down, keeping my legs wide with his between them, and draws his sweater over his head.

I catch my breath at the heavily tattooed arms and shoulders. I’d only seen the hint of ink on his forearms that first night. He’s thickly muscled, his stomach ripped, and when he grips his belt to open it, my eyes travel to the trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants. I lick my lips and wait for him to push his pants and briefs down and off and I look at him, at his thick cock, the head already glistening. He lets me take him in and I want him, want more than his tongue on me. Inside me.

“You’re soaked,” he says, lifting my thighs, pressing my knees up, looking at me, at all of me. “You’re fucking dripping.”

I gasp when he touches his cock to me. When he smears himself over my sex.

“Sergio.” Condom. We need a condom.

“Shh. I just want to feel you, be inside you. Just for one second.” He slides into me unprotected and I suck in a breath and he stills and closes his eyes, and he lets out a long, deep moan and for a moment, I just watch his face and hold him inside me and it’s not just about sex. Not just about coming. Not right now.

“We can’t…condom,” I force myself to say, even though all I want right now is him like this, warm inside me, and close, so fucking close.