Chapter 48 My Mouth Received It

• Diego’s skillful hand doesn’t stop, coaxing every last spasm from my muscles in waves until I’m boneless, legs splayed on either side, utterly spent.
• “I’ve never come like this before,” I whisper.
• He slides his fingers out of me and stands. I watch him as he takes off his dress shirt and T-shirt, throwing them onto the dresser. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his hard, muscular chest, his smooth, bronzed skin, and his tight nipples.