I am breathing heavily. My arms are around Luis’s neck, as I release around his shaft. His hands are tight around my waist as he nibbles on the crook of my neck. How many times have we done it tonight? I lost count again. I am exhausted. I feel as if I have just run a marathon.
I pull back to stare at his eyes. He places the strand of my hair sticking on my cheeks and places it behind my ears. He smiles. “Exquisite,” he whispers.
I touch my lips to him and then shower his face with kisses. A guttural sound comes from his chest. After having my fill of him, I mumble an, “I love you.”
His smile widens, and I love how his smile reaches his eyes. Does he look like this too every time he had s*x with all his other women? I shake the thought away and focus on him instead.
“I’m sure you have
