toward me. As I kneel behind her, I slide my shaft along her dripping core, and it jerks in its own attempt to fulfill both our wishes. I grip my cock and drag the crown through her slick folds.
This woman ignites an explosion of emotions I’ve never before experienced at once. I want to fuck her, wrap her in my protective embrace, and slay her dragons. She. Is. Mine.
The head of his dick teases me to distraction. I want him filling me. I want his cock buried inside me to his balls, and yet he prolongs my torture.
I part my legs and push my ass and core toward him, but he holds me firm. My pussy juices wet my inner thighs. I push back again, aching to have him inside me, and I yelp when his hand cracks against my ass.
“You’re being very feisty tonight, mi cielito.”
Because I don’t have much time left with you. Tears sting my eyes, but I shove my face into the mattress and groan my frustration. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”
Armando shudders, and that primal growl thunders from his chest. He grabs my hips and thrusts his glorious cock inside me.
Fuck, yes!
My Spaniard rams me from behind, grunting and carnal as he takes me. But no matter how rough or soft he is, his body tells me everything I need to know. Every time he touches me, his love and affection flood me. He claims me, dominates me, and brands my body and soul.
I have no idea how I’m going to leave when he goes to work. Don’t think about that right now.
This man owns me, heart and soul. I let that realization take over and pour through me. Telling him would be cruel, so I show him in the only way possible. I want him to experience a fraction of what I am right now.
I fight the impending tears, burying my face in the covers. Pushing back every time his hips retreat, I fist the sheets and clench my core. His arms wrap around my waist and over my breasts, drawing me up to my knees, his cock still thrusting. He runs his nose up the column of my neck. After such a short amount of time, this man knows what drives me crazy. It’s as if he’s taking me inside his body with every indrawn breath.
Sweat beads on my back. My heart thumps erratically. Whatever is happening between us went from a few shared kisses and mild attraction to not being able to get enough of each other. I can’t help but dream what it would be like if I could stay.
An image of us getting married and spending decades together flashes into my mind. Visions of us sitting together on a patio when we’re old and gray.
I moan when Armando bends me forward again.
He grunts as he thrusts into me, balls deep. Not giving me time to adjust, he rams me at a punishing rhythm. Skin slapping skin harmonizes with our cries of ecstasy, creating the music of our intimacy.
Armando lowers me to my stomach, his hard body pressing me to the mattress, and lays his hand over mine. Our fingers entwine. This is the first time he’s done this, and I feel even closer to him. My eyes slip closed, and I relish his body inside mine. I memorize how his massive cock fills me and hits every nerve in my pussy. Utter perfection is burned into my brain, becoming the memories I will take with me.
My core clenches around his swelling shaft, and I call out his name as an intense orgasm shoots fireworks through my body. Armando bites down on my neck. The second of pain vanishes, and he twists his hips in a way that makes him hit my G-spot. He bucks hard, grunting, his gloriously animalistic growls rumbling against my back in this raw moment. He roars his climax, panting, and grinding his hips against my ass.
My heart breaks into pieces and my chest is hollow. I spend almost every ounce of my energy preventing sorrow from bleeding through my bliss. I refuse to let it ruin this moment. This experience will last me for the rest of my life, so I savor it.
He withdraws from my body and lifts me from the bed. “Let’s take a shower before I have to leave for work.”
I cling to him. “And we can have another quickie while we wash.”
“You’re insatiable.” His husky voice dribbles over my heart, and I shiver