25. Bitable Size

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BITABLE SIZE

I’M GONNA BE (500 MILES), SLEEPING AT LAST & EARNED IT, THE WEEKEND

Cara

“I can hear your thoughts, Cara,” he says before glancing at me, his eyes soft with concern. “Stop overthinking it, okay? We can talk about it later, or even now if it will make you feel better.”

I can’t help but let my thoughts swirl, grappling with the intensity of everything that happened today. “I want to talk about this,” I say, my voice shaking.

Manny’s eyes flash with a quick, reassuring smile before he focuses back on the road. “Oh, yeah? Let’s figure it out then. Talk to me, Carita,” he says.

“I need to understand what’s happening. You mentioned you’ve been dying to kiss me for years. If that’s true, why didn’t you say anything before now?”

“When would have been a good time to say I had a crush on my sister’s best friend? When you were twelve and started looking older, but I was just a ten-year-old boy? Or when you were sixteen and all of your inner beauty was bursting out and started changing you into the woman you are today? I was just the annoying little fourteen-year-old brother, right?”

“You were annoying. You were always nagging and taking shit from us and getting us to buy things for you or take you places, even when we didn’t live in the same city.”

“Yeah, because I was trying to spend as much time with you as possible. I got to see you two or three times a year. I wanted to be around you, but I was a damn kid and that’s the only way I knew how.”

“But at some point, Manny, you weren’t a kid anymore,” I add softly, my eyes searching his.

“Yeah, and you were seriously dating the same guy that you’d been with for years. Plus you know just because I think Jessica Alba is hot and kind and cute, doesn’t mean I’m gonna ask her out if I ever meet her,” he says smirking. When I roll my eyes, he adds, “You know what I mean. I didn’t know how to tell you then, and I didn’t know how to deal with my feelings. I sure as hell didn’t know when to tell you as you turned into this smoke-show of a woman. And you were with the stupid ass for years. I know my place, and it was as your friend’s brother, not as a guy you could see yourself with.”

“I am not Jessica Alba. Her, you’ve had a crush on forever for what I can remember.”

“No, you’re right you’re more. She’s a person I’ve seen on screen, and I may have had a platonic crush on her all my life, but you, Cara, you I know . The person you are doesn’t compare to her or anyone. My feelings for you are tangible… You’re also hot as hell, don’t get me wrong, but I need more than a pretty face.” He smirks and winks at me, eliciting another eye roll.

“If the hundreds of gorgeous women you date are also decent humans, then how does the rest of the population have a chance?” I ask as he pulls into the parking spot of our B&B. He looks at me eerily, silently, before stepping out of the van and walking around to my side. What in the world?

He opens the door, offering me his hand to help me step out, his eyes searing into mine, he says, “I don’t date. Not really. Those women? They’re a good time. Fun for a night and that’s all I wanted. None of them are you. None of them look like you, did you notice that too? I couldn’t be with someone who had any resemblance to you because nobody could measure up. I don’t like spending a lot of time with many people in general, but with you? With you, I could spend a lifetime.”

How is a girl supposed to recover from this? I swallow hard and look at him, leaning on the van, with my arms crossed over my chest. My heart’s racing, and the steady beat drums loudly in my chest as time ceases to exist. Manny stands in front of me, giving me his full attention.

“Any other questions? If you’re done asking, I’d like to kiss you now,” he asks, bringing his hand to my face and with a feather-light touch caresses my cheek.

I always have questions, that’s the problem. I could talk for hours and ask a million questions and be a happy girl for the rest of my life. Right now though, the only question in my mind might be the craziest one. “Are you going to kiss me again or should I dare you to do it?”

“You never have to dare me to do something I want to do,” he says softly before his mouth crashes back into mine. His mouth is a contradiction to his tone. Where his voice was barely above a whisper, soft and careful, this kiss is anything but. Three kisses we’ve shared tonight, all of them different, and all of them the best kisses I’ve ever had. I don’t know how I went years without being kissed like this because I truly was missing out. Missing out on tenderness, sweetness, and passion. Hell, I was missing out on lips that command attention, and at the same time respect boundaries, falling into cadence with mine.?

He bites my lower lip, his teeth sharp, drawing pain but quickly soothing the spot again with his tongue, building pleasure deep in my core. I pull him closer to me with his shirt, and when his hips press against mine, I can feel how turned on he is. The fact that I elicit that response from his body with just a kiss, has my mind lost in the moment. So lost, I forget we’re still in the driveway when I let out a loud moan at the second bite.

He slips his hands down under my ass, lifting me up, and as I wrap my legs around him, he walks us toward the house, never dropping his mouth from my body. Whether it’s my lips, my neck, my ear, or my cheek. His mouth is on me, at all times, making me feel like a dessert he can’t get enough of.

Blindly we go through the door, and after he kicks it closed, he walks us both to his room. He places me on the bed and steps back. Now that he’s not touching or kissing me, now that he’s standing in front of me, I notice how hot he looks. He lost the backward hat he was wearing at some point tonight leaving his hair a mess—unruly but perfect. He pulls his shirt off, grabs the back in one quick swoop and tosses it on the ground. My eyes go directly to his chest and his perfect abs. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed how stupidly in shape he is and before I can continue assessing him with my eyes, a deep chuckle brings me back to reality. My eyes snap up to find his, filled with pure heat, looking at me.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Manny,” I say, trying to stay flirty and not sound like a total fangirl.

“Well, thank you,” he adds, grabbing my foot and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. He lowers his body until he’s face-to-face with me, caging me between his strong arms. “I’ve been dying to see, touch, and kiss every inch of your body. Now I just need your permission to do it. ”

Silence spreads between us. My breath catches at his admission and definitely takes me by surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who has me spread wide open in front of him, with my panties in his back pocket, and still waits for confirmation that I want this but God do I love it.

“Do you want to undress me yourself or should I, hotshot?” I add, and that’s all the permission he needs.

“I’ve been a patient man, Carita. Not only were you driving me wild all night with that dress, but I’ve been ready to burst since I heard your sweet moans outside your door this morning.”

He what?! My eyes open wide and I’m sure I look twenty shades of red by how hot my face feels all of a sudden. I can hide behind this feeling or I can put my big girl panties on and tell him what I’m really thinking.

“What if I told you I was thinking about you? What if I told you I was coming undone at the thought of your hands on my body?” I say, mustering the courage I didn’t know I had and tracing my breasts with my fingers.

I shiver at the same time his gaze darkens when he hears that. Manny smirks before licking his lips and shaking his head in amusement.

“Then I would ask you to let me touch you so I can find out if that’s exactly how you’ll sound now that I have my hands on you. Allow me to rip this sexy-ass dress off of you.”

I nod and Manny brings his hands to the bed before adding, “Let me do it all.” He drags his hands over my hips and under my dress, around the back to caress my bare ass, and lifts the dress slowly over my body and off over my head. He throws the dress down, joining his shirt on the floor, and then he stands. His hand covers his mouth as he shakes his head. I see his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching when she sees my bare breasts. I’m team no bra and in this situation, is working in my favor. The corner of his mouth pulls into a soft smile under his hand before he adds, “Damn it, my imagination betrayed me. I knew your body would be deliciously gorgeous, but fuck if every inch of you is not anything but perfection.”

His eyes roam my body, his words lingering in my ears, and I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks. He lowers his body over mine, caressing his lips with mine, in a soft kiss. The softness is such a contrast to his heated words. I expected him to kiss me with the same frenzied intensity as before but this kiss is not rushed. It’s tender, sweet and patient. Yet not hesitant, he knows what he’s doing, he’s just slowing everything down—and driving me crazy.

“Manny, just fuck me already!“ I plead, letting go of his lips.

He flashes me a smile and bites his lower lip. “Oh, I will fuck you, bebé. All night long, but I will take my time. I’ve dreamed for years of how many ways I would take you if I ever were to have you and now that I have you, I want to take my time. I will take my time getting to know what you like and dislike. Getting to know what you love. Let your body do the talking, Carita mia. I want to listen.”

His mouth lowers, peppering kisses from my jaw to my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his hand roams up my body. When he reaches one of my breasts, he groans against my ear and the sound alone has me breaking into goosebumps immediately. He lowers his mouth over one of my small breasts while he cups the other and gently twists my nipple.

“Oh God,” I whisper, arching my back when he bites my nipple.

I can feel the smirk against my skin, with his mouth full of my breast. “These are perfect, Cara,” Manny says.

“They are small,” I add. I love my body but I’ve been insecure about belonging to the itty bitty titty committee since I can remember. The only good that comes out of having small breasts is the no bra situation but most people love big boobs, I wish I had them too. Judging by the way he groaned and smirked against my nipple, Manny seems to be loving them more than I thought possible.

“They’re bitable. Perfect size for me to grab, to kiss, to suck. I said you’re perfect, take the compliment.” He continues kissing down my body, under my breast, to my belly button and on my hip, right above what would be my panty line if this man didn’t actually steal them earlier today. His hand moves under my ass and grabs it while he hums against my skin.

“Manny, you already went down on me once, you don’t have to do it again, really.”

“Cara, I know I told you that I love your voice, and I do. But the only sound I want to hear coming out of your mouth right now is a moan, or my name when you can’t fucking hold it in anymore. If I want to taste your perfect pussy again, I will, unless you don’t want me to?” he asks, lifting his eyebrow and looking at me. The view of his head between my legs, hands under my ass, and his eyes full of fire on me, is more than I can handle.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s that I want you to know you don’t have to. I haven’t even returned the favor.” I blush as soon as I say that and he smiles softly at me, making me feel at ease.

“You think tasting you is a favor? You think that having your sweet taste all over my mouth is not the biggest treat I’ve had in a damn long time? Because if that’s what you think, Carita, I’m about to prove you so damn wrong. I knew I would want more. I knew I would need more after one taste. I knew I’d crave you. I can’t get enough of you. Now drop your legs and open up for me. Let me see all of you before I taste you again.”

I follow his command and spread my legs open more, letting my knees fall until they hit the bed with a soft bounce. He stops to look at me and I feel my cheeks flushing again. I consider closing my legs but his words ‘ Don’t hide from me’ repeat on a loop, giving me the confidence to own this moment. He’s standing there frozen in time, his eyes devouring me whole without even laying a finger on me. He makes me feel so beautiful, so desired.

“I wish you could see yourself, Cara. I wish you could see this perfect pussy glistening, so wet and ready for me.”

His mouth goes straight to my clit, sucking gently and pulling a moan from me. When I arch my back at the sensation, he uses his hands to lift my ass off the bed giving him better access to all of me. He grabs one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, as he lowers his tongue to my entrance and starts licking, kissing, and sucking. If he continues like this I will come all over his mouth again. Twice in one night. He brings his thumb up to my clit and presses gently while his mouth explores the rest of me.

He slides his tongue in between my lips, making me see stars. “Fuck, Manny, yes.” I wish I could say it’s quiet, but it isn’t. It's loud, and primal, coming from the depths of my core because I’m so close to the edge that I could scream his name over and over until he makes me come again. My hands are gripping the bed but it’s not enough so I bring them down and grab his hair, pulling gently at his soft waves while pushing his head down against me to try and get more friction. He looks up and smiles at me, my breathing is heavy as I say, “I’m so close, please make me come.”

“You don’t have to beg, bebé,” he groans, going back to my pussy and pressing hard with his thumb over my clit. When his other hand grabs my ass, strong and possessive, like he can’t get enough, it sends me over the edge and I explode on his tongue. I can feel my arousal coating him but that doesn’t stop him from moving his tongue and his thumb all over my clit. I feel every shudder, every sensation. I feel it all.

I quickly grab a pillow and smash it over my face, muffling my loud cries. He slows the strokes, helping me come down from my high, and then removes the pillow from my face.

“What did we say about hiding?” he asks. “I want to see it all. I want to hear it all. Let me see you come undone,” he whispers, climbing up my body and kissing me gently. This kiss is sweet and tangy, his lips full of my arousal and that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Now I got to experience it twice, in one freaking day. What is this life?

Manny drags his hand over my clit again, making me shiver because of how sensitive it is, he slides two fingers in my wet pussy making me gasp against his lips. He brings them out as he lets go of my lips with his mouth. He brings his fingers up and coats my arousal over my bottom lip as he says, “You wanted a taste, so suck, Cara. Taste how sweet you are.”

I bring my tongue out, not dropping his eyes and when I taste the tanginess on them, I suck them in and bite, letting out a moan and tilting my hips to him. I want him to know how ready I am for him, again . I want him to know how much I want him but even though I can feel his hardness against me, he still has pants on and we need to do something about it.

“Manny,” I whisper against his lips. “You have way too many clothes on.”

He smirks, kneeling and unbuckling his belt. “Oh yeah?” He stands and continues to undress himself.

“Yeah,” I say, rising on my elbows so I can enjoy the view. His body is perfect—both smooth and strong. He finishes taking his pants off and when his dick springs into view, my mouth waters at the sight and I bite my lips gently. He grabs his wallet out of his pants, fishing for a condom before dropping them back to the floor .

“Let me,” I add, grabbing the condom from his hands and trying my best to open the package without dropping it. My hands are shaking, which is a first, but something tells me there are plenty of things about to happen with Manny that will be firsts. Starting with the size of his dick and how it’ll fit in my damn vagina.

He grabs his dick and strokes it while maintaining eye contact before asking, “Are you going to keep looking at it or are you going to do something about it?” I laugh and then he adds, “There she is. Get out of your head, bebé. We’re in this together and we stop when you want to stop. Okay?”

I nod, but the fact that he thinks I want to stop is mind-boggling because I want anything but. “Come here,” I say, sitting up and waiting for him to walk to the edge of the bed. His dick has beads of precum that I use to glide my hands down him when rolling the condom over it. I grab his balls and feel how full they are at the same time he lets out a hiss.

He grabs me by my elbows, lifting me to my feet, grabbing my face, and kissing me. He kisses me deeply, hungrily, and ready for more as he lays me on the bed. He continues to kiss me as he lines up his dick with my entrance. When his hand crawls under my neck to hold me tightly, he enters me in one slow thrust.

“Jesus,” I whisper against his lips and he smiles again.

“I didn’t know you were so religious,” he adds, looking at me and showing me his easy smile. He’s at ease, I can feel it in my bones. I can see it in the way he looks at me or the way he smiles. The glimmer in his eyes even with the fire in them. He truly wants this.

“I’m not, I’m just at a loss for words right now,” I breathe, smiling against his shoulder as he thrusts deeper into me, slowly, letting me adjust around him.

“My name would do, Carita mia. If you need something to scream, let it be my name.” he adds, drops a kiss on my shoulder, pulling another moan out of me as he slides in deeper. He’s so big and thick. He feels like damn perfection as I stretch around him. He allows me the time I need until he’s so deep all I can do is gasp. He smiles as soon as I do and when my eyes meet his he starts moving again.

Manny’s finding a rhythm that will work with both of us with every thrust. His eyes are on mine, full of desire and want. And even when the pace quickens, he’s still all in. His eyes, his arms, his body, his full attention in this moment. I bring my hands up to his back and dig my nails into his skin as he drives into me over and over again. I arch my back against him and bring my leg around his ass, digging my heels into him, he lets out a guttural moan and that’s all it takes for me to explode around him, again. In no time, he’s falling right along with me.

“Cara,” he growls as his strokes slow and his body tenses at the same time that I drop my legs, completely spent.

He drops next to me, our breathing heavy and in sync, mixing with our body heat and sweat as we both come down from the high. I turn my face to look at Manny and I find him staring at me, smiling. “What?” I snap, wondering what the heck is so funny that he is even composed enough to smile at me like that.

“You look so fucking pretty right now,” he says.

“Oh really? All sweaty with messy hair?” I ask, bringing my hand up to my hair and shaking it up.

“More like sated, unraveled, and in my bed” he adds, bringing his lips to mine for a quick peck and getting up to use the restroom. I assume it’s to discard the condom, and I use that opportunity to close my eyes and think about whatever the hell just happened.