scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Her skin was smooth and pale, soft as silk, and he nuzzled her neatly trimmed mound before lapping her slit. The taste on his tongue was nectar, and he dove in with little finesse, first tonguing her core before sliding his finger inside while he sucked on her clit.
Her body was a drug he’d become addicted to. For a brief second, the idea of leaving her after the mission seemed impossible, but as her fingers clutched his hair, all thoughts left other than giving her pleasure. Her nails slightly dragged over his scalp, the tiny sting shooting straight to his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep inside but knew once he entered it would be hard to hold back, therefore he needed her primed and ready.
Her hips jerked upward, and he placed one palm on her belly, holding her still as he continued to work magic with his mouth and fingers on her sex. Finding just the right spot with his finger crooked, he sucked on her clit and she cried out, her body shaking under his ministrations. The grasp on his hair tightened, but he welcomed the pain, knowing she was overtaken with pleasure.
After she rode out her release on his hand, he lapped her juices before climbing over her, settling his hips between her thighs.
Her eyes were hooded, and her smile was soft, but she lifted her hands to his shoulders. “Please, Jorge.”
With his cock at her entrance, he leaned down and kissed her lightly, mumbling against her lips. “You’ve never got to beg, baby. All I’ve got is yours.” With that, he plunged balls deep with one thrust.
She gasped, eyes wide, but her smile let him know she was right with him. He moved slowly, determined to drag out her pleasure as well as his. Leaning over, he kissed her deeply as his hips pistoned, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. She groaned, and he swallowed the sound before a moan left his lips.
Wanting to go deeper, he sat back on his calves, dragging her body with him until her pelvis was lifted slightly over his knees. Continuing to thrust, he watched her breasts bounce and he palmed them, squeezing slightly before pinching her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, Jorge,” she groaned, her fingers clutching the sheets next to her.
“That’s the plan, babe.”
She tried to chuckle, but the sound was more of a grunt as her body was rhythmically pummeled by his.
The fire began building in his lower back, moving to his balls, and he knew he was close. With the last ounce of cognition, he slid his hand to her clit, wanting her to come again. With his thumb circling and then pressing against the engorged bud, her eyes shut tightly, and her body shook as her orgasm gripped her.
He pulled out, and ignoring the cry of protest from her, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach before lifting her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Plunging in from behind, he thrust deeply, the changed angle of friction intensifying the sparks. Her back bowed, and her head twisted to the side, catching his attention as she seemed to be focused on something, a smile on her face.
Following her actions, he watched their reflection in the mirror over the dresser. His heavy body bent over her delicate back, her breasts swinging rhythmically, his slick cock joining with her body. Primal. Ageless. Primitive. Timeless. Ancient. The same dance between men and women throughout the ages, throughout the cultures.
Throwing his head back, an animal roar cried out from deep within his chest as he poured his release into her, continuing to thrust until her legs slid down and he dropped forward, his body covering her back. Their panting was the only sound heard although he felt sure she could hear the pounding of his heart battling in his chest.
He pulled out gently and rolled to the side, relieving her body of his weight. Pulling her toward him, they lay facing each other, her breasts pressed against his sweat-slicked chest and their legs tangled, arms banded around each other. Sweeping the damp tendrils of hair away from her face, he left his hand on her shoulder, his thumb against her pulse point, her heartbeat racing. He pressed his lips to her forehead and left them there until her heart rate slowed against his thumb.
He pulled back just enough for his gaze to roam over her face. Clear blue eyes and a gentle