Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) Read Online Free

my
heartbeat was like a drum.
    “I want you, Al...iss...” he
moaned, his tongue slipping between my lips and his erection pressed hard
against me. It felt enormous and I could barely breathe for the weight of him
pressing me into the wall. I inhaled his scent, warm, spicy, so manly. His
hands seemed to be everywhere—running across my back, in my hair, touching my
face. My tongue touched his and he groaned.
    Tomás grabbed my hand and pushed
it down to his crotch to feel his erection through his jeans. He was pushing
hard against the denim. I didn’t know what to do with my hand there, whether to
squeeze or rub. It felt like too much too soon, as if we had skipped five steps
or something. I pressed on his hardness and his body twitched against my palm.
    He roughly pushed against my lips
and I jumped with surprise as he nipped my lip. The ladies at the Shaken Not
Stirred bar were right—he could be rough. One of his hands pulled me tight
against him. I could barely move now as his tongue pushed harder into my mouth.
His other hand travelled down across my breast and I gasped as all my nerve
endings, especially in my nipples, were on full alert.
     Suddenly, I felt an arm under my
knees and my feet were swept off the ground as Tomás scooped me up. He hurried
up the stairs with me in his arms without even getting just the tiniest bit
breathless... that man was fit.
    We entered a large room at the end
of a corridor and Tomás took me straight to the bed—a king size, black, four-poster
wrought iron bed. I was dropped down in to the middle and Tomás crawled
straight onto me, kissing me and stroking my breasts again through the fabric of
my dress. I couldn’t get my breath; it was all happening fast, too fast for me
to catch up. I wanted my first time ever—and my first time with Tomás—to be
romantic. I had pictured a slow night, a subtle wine, maybe candlelight... I
know, but they always have candlelight on The Bold . Then plenty of long,
slow kisses, slow undressing...
    Tomás pulled his shirt off and
began to unbuckle his jeans, all the time looking down at me. He slid his jeans
off and I had my first sighting of an almost naked Tomás. I wasn’t like a
category one virgin... I had had boyfriends, kissed, sucked, done a few things,
but I had never gone the whole way. Here was the most gorgeous body I’ve ever
seen in a pair of fitted boxer-briefs and a huge bulge that was going to do
some damage. I think I began to hyperventilate.
    In a raging hurry, Tomás pulled me
to sitting position and began to zip my dress down. He took it off over my
head. I had on a matching red bra and pants—nothing lacy because I wasn’t
expecting to go to bed with Tomás tonight... damn it, but they were satin. My
dress was gone; it took all of a minute. He laid me back down.
    “How do you like it, bella ?”
he asked, and tilted my face towards him. Tomás lowered himself on top of me
again, holding his weight on his elbows. He pressed his erection between my
legs, impatiently, expecting me to free him of his boxer-briefs I guess. When I
hesitated he made a suggestion.
    “Let’s see your gorgeous behind
and start there,” he teased, and flipped me over. I felt his fingers hitch into
my panties and I gasped. Tomás stopped. “Unless you have something in mind?” He
moved to see me side-on and raised his eyebrow at me suggestively.
    “I’ve never had anything before,”
I said, “so...”
    Tomás stopped. He turned me back
over to look at him. “What? Al...iss, what did you say?”
    “I’ve never done it before, so you
pick what you like,” I said.
    Tomás’s mouth fell open and he
moved off me.
    “No, no, not like this.” He shook
his head. “Why didn’t you say you were a virgin? Fuck!” He took a deep breath.
“That is special Al...iss, it must be intimate... or at least a gift given to
lovers.”
    I pulled myself up on my elbows
and Tomás, still in over-reaction mode, threw the quilt over my body. I