Page 8 of The Wrong Reciprocation

“No need to apologize. We’re grown now, so it doesn’t matter. She’s probably not even thinking about me.”

He pinned her with his piercing, knowing yet kind gaze. “But it hurts you, and for that, I’m sorry.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but there were no words for her to say. It did hurt her, no matter how far back in her mind she pushed it. That he’d not only figured it out, but acknowledged her feelings made a wonky sort of fluttering take place in her chest. Arturo lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss in the center of her palm.

“I regret dampening the mood, but I don’t regret learning more about you. Tell me your favorite thing to do when you have uninterrupted time to yourself.”

After taking a shuddering breath, Twyla used her cloth napkin to dab the corners of her eyes. When she finished, she aimed a grateful smile at Arturo.

“My absolute favorite thing to do when I have the time is to drive down to the beach early in the morning and watch the sunrise. Seeing the sun slowly pop out over the water brings me peace each and every time. I don’t get to do it often enough, but beach days in general are my favorite. I’m not a big swimmer, so I don’t go further than knee-high water, but sitting on the beach at any time of the day is the most relaxing thing that I love to do.”

Arturo’s full lips had split into a grin as he watched Twyla’s face while she spoke. When she noticed his gape, bashfulness washed over her and she dropped her gaze to the table.

“I would love to take you to the beach,” Arturo announced. “We have some of the best beaches in the world in Panama.”

“Is the water blue?” Twyla asked giddily.

“It is. Beautifully so. You can stand in it up to your knees and look down to see fish swimming around your feet on the bottom.”

“That sounds amazing,” Twyla breathed wistfully. It sounded like Arturo wanted to take her to visit the other country, and the idea excited her. As much as she wanted to see the beach, taking a trip with him would surely be wonderful.

Dinner concluded, and Arturo took Twyla to Shadows, a nightclub near downtown. The dance floor was filled with people grooving to the DJ's skilled set. Without hesitation, Twyla allowed Arturo to pull her into the fray. He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her as they rocked back and forth to the thumping bass. She wound her hips against him as he gripped her hips and kissed along her neck.

Song after song saw them wrapped up in each other on the dance floor as Twyla’s arousal continued to build. By the time Arturo pressed his lips to her ear and asked if she was ready for her dessert, she was a live wire. All it would take was him brushing against her beaded nipples or licking the shell of her ear and she was liable to explode. Thankfully, the drive from the club to Arturo’s two-story house on the east side wasn’t long. Neither of them spoke during the drive and Twyla was too wrapped up in her imagination of the night ahead to wonder at his silence.

He parked in the garage and came around to open her door. Linking his fingers in hers, he led her into the house. She gasped when Arturo looped an arm around her waist and tugged her flush against his body, her feet lifting from the floor, his fingers tangling in the thick coils of hair at her nape. Releasing a breath through her nose, she stared up at him, waiting for the kiss she just knew was coming next. The press of lips that would finally allow her to have him the way she wanted.

He didn’t kiss her. Instead, he stared down at her searchingly.

“Are you certain this is what you want? You were quiet during the drive, and I should have asked this before we came inside. Forgive me; I’m just so eager to have you.”

Twyla huffed out a laugh and shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I was quiet because if I would have spoken, you would have responded, and hearing your voice in that sexy as hell accent would’ve made my already wet pussy uncomfortably wet and nasty. I just didn’t want to ruin your seats.”

Her core clenched as Arturo’s eyes darkened from warm brown to a cool umber. His lips didn’t move, but the way he set her back down on the floor and once again grabbed her hand said everything Twyla needed to hear. She followed his lead as he guided her up the stairs and down the hallway to the last door on the right. When they entered the bedroom, he pressed a button on the wall below the light switch, bathing the room in a muted yellow from a series of recessed lighting across the ceiling.

Twyla watched as he closed the door behind him before turning those intense eyes on her. As Arturo shrugged off his jacket, she kicked off her pumps. He tossed the jacket onto the settee near the door and tugged his shirt out of his pants before undoing the buttons. Twyla reached underneath her dress and tugged down her panties, stepping out of them and dropping the wet scrap of fabric to the floor. The heat in Arturo’s eyes flared and Twyla’s chest heaved in response.

The way he responded to her made her feel powerful. Like she could have everything she wanted if she simply said the word.

They continued undressing, going back and forth with each article of clothing until they stood naked, greedily eying one another. Twyla’s pussy wept as she swept her gaze over Arturo’s chiseled body and slender dick that jutted out at his hips. She was torn between crawling toward him to take the elongated thickness into her mouth and turning around and dropping to her hands and knees in invitation. If she had it her way, she’d be able to do both at the same damn time, but her dilemma was that she didn’t know what she wanted to do first.

Arturo made the decision easy for her by stalking toward her and lifting her into his arms. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when he dug his fingers into her ass as his dick bounced against her slick center. He carried her over to the bed, intending to lay her down, but Twyla grabbed his shoulders and pulled him with her.

He pushed up on his arms to look down at her, but Twyla scrambled backward, hitting the headboard before she came onto her knees and beckoned him toward her with a crooked finger. His thick lips curved into a grin as he crawled across the mattress, eyes on her as if she were a diamond in the rough that he’d traveled days and nights to find. When he got to her, she surged forward and pushed at his shoulders, causing him to fall onto his back. Palming the base of his dick, she licked her lips and met his heavily-lidded eyes.

“You said this was dessert, right?”

Smirking, he nodded. “Yes, but I would like my treat as well.” He patted his chest. “Pass it to me.”

Twyla shuddered with desire and swung her leg over his, turning around and scooting backward until her ass hovered over his face. He wasted no time, gripping her hips and tugging her down until he could feast on her. She cried out and dropped down, settling her weight on him as she once again grasped his hardened erection. Without preamble, she licked her lips, allowing saliva to gather before widening her mouth and sliding her lips over his flared tip.

His hips jerked at the initial contact, but he was otherwise unaffected as he licked and slurped at her opening. Twyla shuddered then narrowed her eyes.

That wouldn’t do.

Determined to make him just as wild and unhinged as she felt when he set his darkened gaze upon her, she started an aggressive pace of sloppy head. As she ground her hips over his face, she bobbed her head from side-to-side and sucked him down over and over, drooling between his thighs and jerking him simultaneously. It didn’t take long before she got the response she was looking for.