want there, the urgency to be closer, to be locked together, matched my own need exactly.
“Lift your arms, muñeca.” She did and I pulled her sweater off, leaving her in a lacy thing that let me see her hard brown nipples. I couldn’t resist. I bent down and sucked on one, then the other, flicking my tongue over them through the lace while I played with the hard nub between her legs. My cock still throbbing in my shorts.
“Baby, that feels so good.” She was gasping out her words as I worried a nipple between my teeth and ran my hands over her body, touching and grabbing all that warm skin. Her heat warming me up. I lifted my head only long enough to pick her up and get her right on the edge of the bed. She leaned on her hands, her legs spread wide and her eyes burning. Fuck, the way she looked at me, like she knew everything I wanted in this world, she could give me. With only the lacy bra and thong on, that little bit of rosy pink fabric on her brown skin, she looked like a goddess, perfect. Her generous hips and round ass beckoning for my hands to grab, to touch.
She sat there looking me up and down, licking her lips, stretching the last thread of my control to its limit. “You look hungry.” She liked to torture me like that, touching where I wanted to be. She spread herself with two fingers so I could see the brown and pink folds, glistening. I swallowed hard and, without a word, got on my knees.
She put her hands on my shoulders and widened her legs, unashamed. I loved how she opened herself up to me. She let me worship her like this, and it was the sexiest thing on earth.
I pushed my face to her belly. She was soft, but so strong, and her skin felt like silk against my lips. I wanted to tell her then that I loved her. That her presence, her body, felt like everything I needed to find peace, to feel whole. But I couldn’t. This was not what we’d agreed to and I was not going to complicate her plans by putting my neediness at the center of the only thing in my life that felt like a refuge.
I pulled off the thong and pressed it to my nose.
“I could come just from this.”
I used my thumbs to open her up, found her engorged clit and lapped at it, grazing it with my fingers, and felt her shiver. I flicked the hard tip of my tongue on it, eliciting a long, tortured moan of pure pleasure while I ran the pads of my thumbs in that heat.
“Mmm, papi I won’t be able to wait for much longer.”
I looked up and her eyes were glassy. She looked flushed, her chest heaving up and down from the short breaths puffing out of her.
“Let me see your tits. Pull them out and pinch them.”
She moaned again, but did as I asked. She cupped one breast with each hand and pinched the nipples between her fingers. I watched her do it as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. I made a tight circle over it like I knew she loved, and then soothed it with my tongue.
“I’m coming, Rocco.” She let out an agonized moan, making me redouble my efforts. “Don’t stop, do it hard, just like that with your fingers, baby.” I kept rubbing her with one hand as I kept her open with the other. At the last second I pressed two fingers in, which I knew would set her off. I felt her tighten on them and looked up to see her head fall back, mouth open on a silent scream, her hands fisted by her sides. I kept the pressure on her clit until she squeezed her thighs, sensitive after her orgasm.
I stood up and held her tight as I crushed my mouth over hers and moved us farther up the bed. She was limp in my arms and still trembling from her orgasm as our tongues tangled together. She hooked her arms around my neck, clinging to me, with complete and utter trust. She made me feel like a man worth taking chances on. And with her in this room, I wanted so much to believe I was.
She pulled back, with my bottom lip caught between her lips, and moved one hand down from my