Javier (Alpha Heroes #12)

Chapter Twenty-seven

Javier

Dawn broke on the far horizon, jumpstarting a day mostly spent in clean-up mode. We worked with Allen to restore security, communications, and tie up the loose ends. We found and freed Pedro. He was embarrassed about falling prey to Rozina, but physically unharmed. Missy looked weary and yet she did her part despite the dark circles beneath her eyes. At some point, we went down to Allen’s office and witnessed the legal work that came before Rozina’s conditional release.

Once Rozina had been removed from the premises and we received verification that she was on her way back to the States, I came clean with Missy about the warning call from Bozeman and about King and the nuns being on the move. She took it much better than I expected.

“I have faith that Dash and Thena can handle anything together,” she said to me. “As to the nuns, even though I just met Kai, I trust him with their lives. Please, next time, just tell me the news, good or bad.”

Her equanimity was remarkable, and I promised to do as she asked. After that, Missy and I devoured a late lunch. Only when she announced she couldn’t eat another morsel did we trudge back to the treehouse. Housekeeping had tidied up the room while we were out. After Missy took a shower, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She took a long nap. I spent what remained of the afternoon tightening the resort and the suite’s security, repositioning the cameras, and refreshing the motion detectors’ batteries.

We’d been here six days. Six life-altering days. A blink in a lifetime, and yet something had changed in me, a profound shift that had me questioning who I was, who I wanted to be.

Tactically, it was past time to move on, and yet I had strict orders to stay put. I tried to reach King, but he didn’t answer. I even tried to get a message to Mina through the encrypted video game King had used. No reply. It was a small mercy that Rozina, and not Bekker, had come looking for Missy.

The next time, we might not be so lucky.

I wasn’t taking any chances, so I tripled the guards for the night. I deployed them in such a way that they stood concealed by the jungle at the bottom of the hill, creating an impenetrable human cordon to back up my technology. I also made sure the guards were out of sight and sound range from the Treehouse’s back deck. Missy’s lessons had been rudely interrupted the night before, and now I had plans to finish what we’d started.

I made special arrangements before I hit the shower, shaved, and got dressed in the nicest outfit I found in the suitcase. I had one other goal I intended to accomplish this day and no one, not even the NWO was gonna stop me.

By the time Missy woke up, I sat on the deck in the glimmer of candlelight. I stood when she ventured out on the deck barefooted, wearing a white cotton dress and nothing else. The breeze rippled softly through her luxurious mane and played with her skirt. The thin, loose fabric held no secrets, revealing the flowing shape of her delicate body, the dark blotches of her nipples poking through the dress, and the small patch of pubic hair at the top of her legs.

I knew that patch was as red as her hair. It presided over a wet, tight, responsive little pussy that loved my tongue, tasted rich, creamy, and buttery, and smelled like heaven on earth. I remembered her body’s intimate handshake and how her walls had squeezed around my fingers when she came.

My dick took off like a rocket. I made a supreme effort not to bend her over the table and fuck her brainless right then and there. That would be bad. Right? Inconsiderate of me, selfish, and unkind. I took a leveling breath.

Slow it down, Marine .

She perused the candles and the champagne resting in its silver ice bucket next to the flutes before her eyes settled on me. Her lips formed into a small smile. “You look very handsome in white linen.”

“You look perfect in that dress,” even if I wanted to rip it off her.

She blushed and waved a hand over the table. “What’s this?”

“I figured we ate so late we’d only need a snack tonight.” I popped the cork, and after filling the pair of flutes standing on the tray, handed her a glass of cold champagne and raised my glass. “To you Angel, for bringing a slice of justice to this fucked-up planet.”

“That’s a tall order and a gross exaggeration, so I’ll drink to your health.” She clinked her flute to mine and drew a dainty sip. Her eyes lit up. “Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Yep.” I dragged the platter over and then held out the chair next to mine.

Holding her flute, she eased down on the chair, and met my eyes. “What are we doing?”

“Can’t you tell?” I sat next to her and knocked back a gulp of bubbly. “Champagne, strawberries, and candlelight. Isn’t that how they do it in the movies?”

She eyed me closely. “I didn’t peg you for the type.”

I grinned. “I’m learning.”

She picked a strawberry, bit down on it, and made the sexiest sound in the world. “Mmmmm.” She chewed and swallowed. “Delicious.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips, moist and ripe, like the strawberry she’d just eaten. They reminded me of her other lips, swollen and wet and ready to be plowed. I tried to get the mental image of my cock plunging into her out of my head, but I couldn’t. When her little tongue darted out and licked the juice from her lips, my engorged dick throbbed and expanded in my pants.

I leaned over and hovered my lips over her mouth. “Your pussy is even more delicious.”

She set down her flute and went very still. Had I spooked her?

“Javi?” she murmured. “I’m not hungry. Are you?”

I told her the truth. “Only for you.”

Our eyes locked. We stood up at the same time. Breathing raggedly, we faced each other. Her hands were fisted at her sides. So were mine. Her eyes darkened into swirling pools of desire. Her nipples poked through her dress as if screaming for my hands. The air sparked between us, and I could no longer contain the forces that drew me to her.

We both lost it at the same time.

Our bodies collided. Our mouths clashed, a maelstrom of lips, tongues, and raking teeth. The world ignited and the blaze scalded my veins and poured my boiling blood into my monstrous erection.

I drank her in with all my senses. She tasted like berries, but better; like fine chocolate, but richer. I licked the juice from her lips and dipped my tongue in her mouth, savoring the full range of her flavors and the heat of her lust. It paired so well with champagne.

Every part of me was engaged in that kiss, clamoring to finish what we’d started the night before. I hardened to the point of pain. Clutching her to my chest, I ground my hardware against her soft body. Running my hands down her back, I clutched the halves of her ass and pressed her tighter against me.

“Oh, God,” she heaved, throwing her arms around my neck.

She hugged me tight, squashing her breasts against my body and brushing her belly against my groin, feet scampering up as she climbed me like a tree. I cupped her ass and lifted her until we were perfectly aligned. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, her skirt rode up her thighs, and her eager pussy rubbed against me through a layer of linen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck . Her lithe body writhed in my arms, caressing me with all the right parts, driving me mad. I was so horny, I could come right now.

“Bed,” I rasped between kisses, stumbling toward the door with her wrapped around me like clinging ivy.

“Bed,” she heaved, kissing my chin, sliding her mouth down my neck. “Hurry.”

I caught a glimpse of her eyes, sparkling with the same desire and lust that seared me.

“I don’t need to revisit past lessons,” she rasped. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Her words went straight to my groin.

How I managed to get to the bed without ramming my dick in her pussy, I didn’t know. I settled her on the mattress, locked the sliders, and closed the drapes, knowing that my security app was enabled, I had ten guards patrolling the treehouse, and we were safe for tonight.

Then I turned to face my obsession.

“Let’s pick up where we left off last night,” I said, my voice gravelly. “Take off your dress.”

***

Missy

I let out the breath I’d been holding, then inhaled it right back and trapped a gasp in my throat. As if teaching by example, he removed his shirt and stepped out of his linen pants. The dimmed lights caressed his nude body. The golden glow highlighted the gorgeous definition of the squares that grid his flat stomach, the defined glory of his fit muscles, and yes, the magnificent erection that rose between his legs.

“Now you,” he said, his eyes shimmering with desire.

I pushed off the bed, slid the dress over my head, and dropped it on the floor. Like him, I wore nothing beneath my clothes. I stood before him naked and already drenched. It was as if our lessons had never been interrupted. I looked at his sex and ogled.

“You’re so…” Big? Strapping? Hulking? “Ready.”

“That’s me whenever you’re around.” He flashed a pained smile.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s excruciating,” he admitted. “You don’t know the half of it, Angel. We gotta do something about it. Take a seat on the bed.”

Need sizzled through me, stiffening my already taut nipples and doing the same to my clit. I was already soaked down there. The way his gaze devoured me as I sat stark naked on the bed had me shivering all over. I remembered the glorious skill of his lips and fingers, the taste of his sex between my lips, and the feel of it sliding down the curve of my throat. If I knelt down and took his sex in my mouth right now, I might need a bigger mouth and a longer throat.

“So.” He raised his eyebrows. “Where were we?”

“I had just… um… you know.” My cheeks blazed like a banana flambé.

“Sucked my dick?” he tossed out, taking a step toward me, then another, until he braced in front of me, his sex very nearly at the level of my face. “Yeah. I’d just barely survived the pleasures of your mouth.”

I tilted my head, moistened my lips, and offered in a breezy voice. “I can do it again, if you’d like.”

“Oh, yeah,” he rumbled. “We’re gonna do it again. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m going to eat your pussy, but right now, we have other priorities. Do you remember where we stopped last night?”

“I have an excellent memory,” and amazing recollections of his gorgeous sex in my mouth. “We were on lesson six.”

“We’d moved on.” His tone was stern, but his lips curved. “I told you that I wanted to fuck you.” He pinned me down with his sparkling stare. “I was waiting for your answer.”

My lips pursed in the perfect, “Oh.”

What if he didn’t like me? What if I did it wrong? What if I failed to give him what he needed? The doubts flying at me from every direction had me feeling smaller by the moment.

“Angel?” I startled at his voice. “You’re overthinking this. Your answer?”

I took a deep breath. We were both safe and we’d already done sexy, wicked things I’d never dare do with any other man. It was time to move forward.

“Yes.”

“Yes to what?” His stare burned through me until I had to press my legs together and even that didn’t help soothe the growing ache between my thighs.

“Yes, to… you know.” I flashed a wry smile. “Making whoopee?”

“Making whoopee?” His rich cackles echoed in the room and skimmed over my skin like his sensual caresses, warming me all over. “No way. That’s too tame a name for what I need and what you want.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Lesson number seven. Dirty talk rocks. Always say what you need, how you need it.”

My whole body had flushed to the color of fire.

“I want to fuck you.” He enunciated the words boldly. “What do you want?”

Something wicked and lewd slithered beneath my skin and burrowed in my core, loosening my tongue. “I want you to fuck me, Javi.” Dirty, so dirty the words that singed my lips. “I want to fuck you, too.”

“Perfect.” His praise fizzed and bubbled in my veins like the fine champagne we’d abandoned outside. “Now, lean back. Scoot up on the bed and lie down.”

The authority in his voice had a thrilling effect on my body. I may not like being bossed around during the day, but tonight I didn’t want to think or make decisions. Javier’s alpha maleness was a huge turn-on. Having him as my coach and teacher was hotter than hell. Keeping my gaze glued to his face, I laid down on the bed.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, his chest expanding along with his smile. “I love your gorgeous face, your naked body, your soft skin. I love your mouth, your breasts, your pussy. Where do you want me to put my cock?”

“You know.” I gave a little shrug, but the words still stuck in my throat.

“Say it,” he rumbled. “Say it to me.”

I’d always been an excellent student. “I want you to put your cock in my pussy.”

“You make me so hard when you talk dirty.” The intensity that glinted in his eyes was dark and seductive. “Take it up a notch. Try something else.”

“Um…” I came up empty.

“Tell me what you want,” he explained patiently. “For example, you could ask me to slide my cock in your tight, wet pussy and fuck you until you scream yourself hoarse and I have no more come left to give.”

Sounded like an excellent idea.

“Javi.” I fought to even my voice. “Put your cock in my tight wet pussy and fuck me until I scream myself hoarse and you have no more come left to give.”

“Look what you just did to my dick.” He grinned and waved a hand over his groin. “Now show me your pussy.”

“My pussy?” I may have gawked. “But… you’ve already seen it.”

“I have, but now I want you to show it to me .”

His tongue and his fingers had been inside of me before. His mouth had ravaged my sex and driven me to bliss. Why did I feel shy all of the sudden?

Old programming. Be a good girl. Don’t be crass. Be a lady. Close your legs, keep them closed . Prissy Missy was trying to stage a comeback.

Nope.

She wasn’t allowed back. I wasn’t going to sabotage the new me. I bent my knees, parted my legs, and exposed myself to him.

“More.” His eyes gleamed. “Show me more.”

I braced my feet far apart and showed him everything .

“You’re fucking exquisite.” He made no bones of gaping at me. “Your pussy was built for fucking. It was made for me.”

The object of his admiration only got wetter by the second.

“Lesson number eight.” His voice came low and husky. “A woman’s pussy is a wonderful creation. Yours is fucking gorgeous. Look at me, Angel.”

I lifted my eyes to his, but it was hard to focus when he reached out, traced my seam with his fingers, then sank them between my folds and slid on my own juices to glide back and forth.

I moaned. He felt so good.

“There’s no point to being modest in the bedroom,” he said. “Don’t be shy, Angel. Let me touch, smell, lick, and taste your gorgeous pussy. Let me hear your every reaction. Let me drown in your juices and fill my breaths with your scent.” He withdrew his touch. “Show me what you like and how you get yourself off.”

“Um…” My eyes almost bugged out of my head.

He lifted his eyebrows. “Too much, too soon?”

I might have nodded.

“Let’s do this together.” He reached down and caught his erection in his grip. “Don’t be afraid. Touch yourself.”

Without a trace of embarrassment, he began to slowly pump his cock in his fist. Oh, my freaking God . What a magnificent sight. It made my blood boil. I lowered my hand and allowed my fingers to skate on my juices. Up and down and then around my clit. Murmurs of unbearable need whispered in my pussy.

“Show me the little hole where my dick is gonna fit so snugly.”

I parted my private lips. I held them open with my index and ring fingers. Brazenly exposed to the air, my entrance quivered as I displayed it for him. When I brushed my middle finger around it, it squeezed so hard I let out a moan. My need surged and another shiver quaked through me.

“Gorgeous.” His smile warmed me. “Give your breasts some attention. Your nipples.”

I lifted my hand and rubbed the tops of my breasts, delighting in the undercurrents of pleasure coursing through me, enjoying the sight of him fisting his gorgeous cock.

“That’s it, Angel.” As he stroked himself harder, his forearm bulged and so did his sex—cock, I reminded myself. “You’re so sexy,” he said. “I want to partake. Yes?”

Oh, please yes, now, now, now . “Yes.”

“Keep touching yourself. Stay right there like the poem you are.” He marched around the bed and fetched a small packet from the night table.

I had no words as he parked at the foot of the bed, ripped open the condom, and extracted the rubber. He unrolled it over his big blunt head. And unrolled it. And unrolled it.

I gulped at the sight of his huge cock encased in latex.

He climbed on the bed and settled on his shins between my parted legs. He reached out and cupped my pussy, a possessive, proprietary touch.

“I love how your pussy feels in my hand,” he murmured. “You’re so soft, so wet. I love the way your clit perks up when I stroke it like this.”

I moaned, unable to think or make words while he was doing this to me.

The smile he beamed down on me was gasoline to my lust.

“You’re so fucking ready.” He pressed two large fingers in my slippery depths, pumping them slowly, scissoring them apart, preparing me for him.

“I’m ready,” I heaved. “Please fuck me. Put your cock in me. Now.”

He didn’t speak but the brilliance in his eyes said everything. He went to his knees and rubbed his gloved cockhead over my opening, guiding it around and around, sliding it on my juices. He lined up his cock and perched his tip, dipping it in me just enough so that it stayed in place. It felt hot and enormous; a new, excited, supersized adventure about to happen.

“One day, we’re gonna do this skin to skin.” He eased his body over mine and braced on his elbows. “One day, I’m going to fill you with my come to the rim. And you, you’re gonna love it, just like you’re gonna enjoy this now.”

I licked my lips in response. If he kept talking like that, my pussy was going to melt.

“Coming in, Angel,” he murmured.

He brought his lips down to mine, a kiss so gentle and kind that I opened up for him, lips, legs, sex, body, heart, and soul. I needed him to fill the walls squeezing around the void throbbing between my legs.

Slowly, carefully, he curled his hips. My opening tightened and still he pushed forward. He breached me. I let out a little gasp and squeezed around the limited preview of his tip. It felt like a nudge, until he pushed again then retreated, only to dip in me again.

“You’re teasing me.” I trailed my fingers over his face. “I want to feel all of you. Like in my dreams.”

“You got it, Angel.”

He pushed again, slowly but firmly, sculpting me to his shape one inch at a time. Oh. My. God. I stretched for him. And stretched more. And some more. Still, he kept advancing, filling me with his hard flesh, and also with an emotion that went beyond lust and had no name.

“God,” I breathed when it got too tight.

He paused, and holding my face between his hands, raided my mouth. Somehow his kisses made my flesh yield. His tongue and his cock worked in tandem. Little by little, he dove in.

“Oh,” I rasped when he sank to the hilt.

Stretched out to my limits, I didn’t know if I could hold the whole of him for long. I felt as if I may burst, with pleasure, with need, with pressure that was transient pain and imminent pleasure.

“Your pussy is so amazing,” he whispered between distracting kisses. “I’m all in. Now you just have to get used to me. Give it a minute, if you can.”

Heaving a little, I lay very still with him buried inside me. He rained feathering kisses on my face, over my lips. I could feel the tension in his struggle, how he vibrated as he suppressed his urge to move, corralled it within his powerful body for my benefit.

He caressed my hair, my face, my breasts, my nipples. His lips were everywhere and so was his hand. He lowered his head and trapped my nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked until my body yielded and my pussy surrendered to his cock. Having him inside of me began to feel natural. Soon, I felt no discomfort, only my need squeezing around him, and pleasure waiting to be realized.

“Do you feel me?” he rasped.

“Oh, I feel you,” I murmured.

“I’m gonna move now.” He slowly pulled back, a long reversal of his journey.

He took possession of my mouth and sank into me. As his tongue played with mine, he went from gentle, shallow lunges to slow, deeper strokes. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of those delicious thrusts. My instinct was to move with him, to rock and roll my hips.

“Careful, Angel.” He flashed me a strained smile. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Long ins, long outs. His glutes propelled his cock, making my body dance to his tune. Affie had been right. Dancing with Javier had been the preview to discovering an amazing lover.

“Oh, my God,” I rasped, writhing beneath him.

He paused. “Too much?”

“More,” I heaved. “I want more.”

Balancing on one elbow, he slid his hand between our bodies and rubbed my clit. At the same time, he gave me more friction with his cock, faster and deeper strokes. I ground against him, riding the amazing sensations, chasing each surge of pleasure with the twerk of my hips.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Do that.”

I curled my hips, and, contracting my inner walls, bore down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned and quickened his pace until the bed shook. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“More.” I lifted my knees, savoring every stroke. “Give me more.”

His thrusts quickened. He withdrew his hand from my clit, but I didn’t mind. His body rubbed me to perfection, brushed a spot inside me that made me see stars in his eyes. He turned my G-spot into reality. He felt divine. Exquisite. Incredible.

My nipples brushed against his chest, sending erotic signals to my filled-to-capacity pussy. My hands settled over his powerful glutes, enjoying the flex of his muscles beneath my palms, the strength that powered his delicious thrusts. My fingers raked his back and combed through his hair before they slid down the sides of his face and melted down his neck.

He was all male and sex, and he was mine, exclusively mine tonight. Chiseled and heavy, his naked body blanketed me. He thrusted as if I was a bottomless well. His controlled plunges became demanding, intense, fierce. I shook beneath him, my flesh jiggling with joy, my breasts bouncing on my chest.

He caught my wrists and pinned them down at either side of my face. I widened my legs and tilted up my hips, allowing him to dive deeper. I was trapped in a snare of my own making and I loved it.

His rhythmic strokes pushed me toward an edge with no guardrails. The wet slap of his balls against me marked the beat of my pleasure in crescendo. This was straight out of my dreams, the ones I’d had before I met him. They were coming true right now.

Rocking against him, I welcomed the urgency that quickened his lunges. His delicious hammering struck at my vortex. A high keening rose from the back of my throat, mixing with the growl that vibrated in his chest and the frantic shoves of his sex gliding in and out of me. My entire existence distilled down to this moment, to a solid seed of pleasure that coalesced deep in my core, pulsing hard in a race to catch up with my heart.

“Javi!” I cried out.

“Angel,” he rasped, his eyes shimmering with amber light.

My body arched, my neck stretched, and Javier dove one last time into me. My pleasure sprouted, a fierce explosion of roots, leaves, flowers and fruit. A ferocious bloom of sensation and emotion barreled over me in a mindwiping orgasm.

All I could do was ride pleasure’s rich harvest and endure the earthquake fracturing my body and shattering my expectations. Javier pinned me to that spot inside myself where only bliss existed. He kept me there. My body recognized the place. It was so much better in real life.

***

Javier

I caressed the face of the woman pinned beneath me, planting feathery kisses over her mouth. I was still shaking from the most astonishing orgasm I’d ever had. I’d come so hard I almost blacked out. My dick had been in fucking paradise. I’d ridden my release as she called out my name, screamed it, again and again.

I’d kept pumping in her until she had no more pleasure left to give and her voice turned hoarse. That’s when I emptied myself into the latex, filled it up in violent spurts. Caught in the grip of her climax, she squeezed every drop of come out of me.

It took me a while to come down from the incredible high, to recover enough breath to move or speak. She lay boneless beneath me, still impaled on my cock, her eyes closed, her chest heaving.

“Missy, love?” I whispered. “Are you with me?”

Her eyes moved beneath her lids. She blinked several times before her dazed eyes focused on me. “Javi?”

“Thank the gods.” I heaved a great suck of breath. “For a moment there, I thought I’d killed you. Give me a second here.”

She moaned quietly as I slowly pulled out. I rolled off her, removed the condom, and tossed it in the wastebasket next to the bed.

“That was… Wow.” Her lips curved up in a lazy, lascivious smile as she stretched out like a satisfied kitten on her side of the bed. Her porcelain skin glowed pink against the sheets and her hair streaked across the bed in a flash of red. “I went to a place where dreams become reality and reality is a dream.”

Well, if that didn’t make this Marine proud, nothing would.

She turned on her side, perched her head on my shoulder and threw an arm over my middle. “You’re a really good teacher.”

“And you’re an exceptional student.” I hugged her to me.

She flashed a small smile, then went quiet.

“I can hear you thinking over here,” I said after a little while. “Wanna share?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I do and say embarrassing shit all the time, so say it anyway.”

“That thing I did with that boy?”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t this,” she confessed. “Not by a long shot.”

I burst out laughing. I’d known that, planned for it. I planted a smooch on the crown of her head. “You’re my beautiful virgin huntress.”

“Ex-virgin,” she amended, making me chuckle some more. “Meet the new and improved Missy.”

“The old Missy was also fantastic.”

“Aw, thanks,” she murmured, and went into another one of her quiet spells.

I got that she had a lot to process, and so did I. What I’d felt fucking Missy was unlike anything I’d felt before. I felt new. Cleansed. Maybe even hopeful.

What the hell, Goof? It was just a great fuck.

It was way more than that and I knew it.

She was silent but relaxed in my arms. I cuddled her against me. I loved being her sex coach, her exploration partner, her man, and to this day her only one, even if it was only for this moment in time.

The lessons I’d taught her were nothing compared to what I learned from her. Sex mixed with friendship and affection was something else. Pleasure shared with immense and intense generosity was powerful. Honesty in every gesture, twitch, and moan was so rare and fresh. She’d given me more than fun, more than sex. She’d given me a treasure: herself.

Rebirth. That’s what being with Missy felt like. A renaissance of the heart. I couldn’t explain the powerful emotion dominating my mood. It was more than lust, pure, pervasive, and overwhelming. It was brilliant, like the orange speckles in Missy’s irises when she came.

Why did my heart beat harder when I was with her? Why did my senses feel sharper and more acute? How had she changed a common experience into something sublime?

I couldn’t make sense of this. We’d fucked. Hard. Maybe too hard for a beginner, but that’s how she’d wanted it, and I’d aimed to please her in every way. I’d also pleased myself to no end. It struck me then. This must be what other people called “making love.” Yeah. Fucking Missy was the complete upgrade.

It was fucking, elevated.

The silence in the room lingered. “Knock, knock.” I tapped on her head playfully. “What else is happening in there?”

“It’s hard to believe it took me so long to get here, to feel this.” She let out a long sigh. “Between my father’s strict rules, boarding school, the rigors of nursing school, plus the years living with the nuns, I never had the time or the inclination.”

“Rewind to the inclination part.” I rolled a finger in the air. “Never?”

“I mean, I was curious,” she admitted. “But I wasn’t inclined to try it with any of the gold-digging peacocks trying to catch an Astor. Honestly, for the longest time, I thought I was kind of asexual. Until I met you in my dreams and my libido woke up. Then I met you in real life and… well, the rest is history. Turns out I’m extremely sexual.”

“You are.” I brushed my lips over her forehead, enjoying her new confidence. “And I should add, that lucky me adores sexual Missy.”

“Thanks for making my first time special.” She smiled at me, her eyes dancing with light.

“It was my pleasure and honor.” I clutched her against me. “It was also pretty fucking phenomenal. Or pretty phenomenal fucking, if you prefer.”

Her giggles pealed in the suite. “Affie was wrong about her vibrator being the best way.”

I let out a cackle. “And here I was, afraid of the competition.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She flashed a naughty grin, but it slowly faded. “It took me so long to get here.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I sensed her new confidence wavering. “Thirty, forty, fifty, never. To each its own. Sex is an individual experience, everyone’s different, and that’s okay.”

“But Javi,” she groused. “I’ve lost so much time.”

I chuckled because she really meant it. “You’ve got tons of time ahead of you.”

“I hope so.” She came up on her elbow. “Can we please do it again?”

“Now?” She never ceased to surprise me. “You wanna do it again?”

“Sure. Don’t you want to?” Her smile was pure enthusiasm. “It felt fantastic. I want to make sure that I’m good at it, and everyone knows that practice makes perfect.”

“You’re a natural, Angel,” I said, chuckling. “If you wanna practice some more, I volunteer anytime, anywhere.”

She waggled a playful finger at me. “Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep.”

That put a little damper on my high. What would happen when we returned to Astor House?

I had no idea, and my mind went blank when she circled my nipples with her fingertips, then slid her hand down my stomach to explore my spent dick. At her touch, my blood rushed in for a refill. The things this woman did to my body.

“Wow.” She stared at my dick. “Look at it go.”

“That’s not spontaneous combustion,” I reminded her. “It’s all you.”

“I feel… powerful.” She wrapped her hand around me, solidifying her grip.

“You are powerful.” In her hand, my pleasure was building quickly, but I had to tell her. “You and me? Explosive. Nuclear in a unique and rare way.”

“I’m glad you told me that.” She stroked me until I was ready for a quick turnaround. I kissed her. That’s when she ambushed me with her question. “What do you suppose makes the difference?”

I told her the truth. “You.”