“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he gasped, and pressed his palm between my breasts like he was trying to lock down where he would aim. “You’re fucking perfect.” He braced himself on one hand and reached down to bring himself off, white teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip. “It’s coming.” His voice was like gravel. I arched my back in invitation and he doubled over, a litany of Spanglish filth escaping his lips as ropes of semen splashed on my chest. A few more tugs and he was wrung out, chest heaving up and down as he took big mouthfuls of air. I thought he was done. He was not. He leaned to kiss me deep and dirty, his mouth tasting like me, then he slid down my body again.

He slid his palm under my legs and pushed them back before he dove in again. Eating me out with a frantic hunger that had me on the verge in seconds. I shuddered hard through my orgasm, body twitching from overstimulation.

I felt hollowed out in the best way possible.

“Jesus, Theo,” I gasped, eyes squeezed shut as I gathered myself. Without a word he scooped me from the lanai and after a quick and surprisingly chaste shower by the pool we dried off in silence. We padded back into the penthouse wrapped up in fluffy towels and by then my thoughts were running a mile a minute. When we got inside I headed to my bedroom, but he pulled me into his.

“When we have sex, you sleep with me,” he informed me, as I stood in the threshold of his room like I was about to be pushed off the edge of a canyon.

“We need to lock up,” I said in another weak attempt to slow down whatever was happening.

“I’ll do it, once I’ve got you in bed.” That was said with his “I’m in charge of everything” voice, and I was too weak to fight it.

I was dead on my feet after a long day and the most intense sex I’d had in years, so when he nudged me forward, I went. I tossed the towel aside and climbed in without protest. When he handed me one of my sleeping shirts I slid it over my head and dropped onto the pillow.

“You look good in my bed, Alba Angelica,” he teased, and I flipped him the finger while I tried to keep my heart from launching itself up my throat. He’d put on a pair of sweats after we’d finished in the shower and I watched him move around the room. The sex had been...a lot. Too good, too raw, so much so that I couldn’t think about it just yet. If I did it would be the only thing on my mind for days.