Chapter Thirty-Eight Ellie
Holy. Fuck
I licked my lips. Desire warred with misgivings. But I’d just been through a lot and I needed something to make me feel grounded, anchored, part of the real world again.
I wasn’t a sex goddess.
I didn’t think I was good at this kind of thing.
But I wanted to be. And for Andres, I would try.
He loved me. He wouldn’t judge me or make fun of me. And as I quickly stripped, too eager to feel him inside me to even attempt to go slow, he watched.
Andres’ eyes never left my body as I pulled off my clothes until I was standing there in my plain black cotton thong.
“Leave those on,” he said, and I nodded.
I expected him to tug my hand or drag me down on top of him, but Andres didn’t move.
Biting my lip, I took the first step. I sat on his lap. Pressing my hands to his shoulders, I leaned down and took his mouth.
He tasted so good. Like whiskey and lemons. I licked into his mouth deeper, moaning as I rubbed my nipples against his hair-roughened chest.
My hips flexed, my cotton-covered slit rubbing against him. He was so hard. His cock pulsed against me as his hands grabbed my ass, grinding me down.
“Fuck, Lupina, your pussy is so hot. It’s searing me through these panties,” he said.
“Andres, need you,” I whimpered.
“Move them to the side, Angel. Let me feel how much you need me,” he groaned.
I reached between us and moved my panties, moaning when his fat head bumped against my hand. I guided him to my dripping entrance, pressing down when he made no move to do it for me.
“That’s it, angel. Take me. Take my cock into your body,” he groaned, and I did.
I fucking did. I lowered my hips until every inch of his delicious dick was inside me.
“Andres?”
“Ride me, Angel. Show me what you like. Use my body to get yourself off. I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you come,” he growled.
His words were like an aphrodisiac. Each syllable strummed against my core as sure as his cock was filling me up. I moved faster. Lifting myself, and dropping back down, rocking into him, doing what my body wanted.
“That’s it. Fuck. Look at your tits when you bounce around like that. S’good. You close, Angel?”
I nodded. I was.
Andres was filling me with so much heat, so much tactile sensation, I couldn’t speak. Moving on instinct. I ran my hands over his shoulders, rubbing his biceps, his pecs, everywhere I could reach.
I just couldn’t get enough. I had to spread my legs wider to get him where I needed him, but doing that meant I lost my purchase.
He was so big. So hard.
“I got you. Tell me how you want it,” he grunted, hands squeezing my ass, thumb pressed against my puckered hole as he moved me up and down on his dick.
“Harder. Faster,” I commanded.
One hand moved between us, and I felt him sliding his fingers around the slickness we’d created, then he was back to grabbing my ass. The thumb at my back entrance was more persistent.
“Andres!” I moaned.
It felt good. Was it supposed to feel good?
“Push out, Lupina. That’s it,” he huffed, and I obeyed, moaning as his thumb slid into my ass.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, clamping my mouth over Andres’ neck as the first wave of orgasmic bliss flooded my veins.
“Take it, take it!” Andres groaned, slamming his hips up, jiggling the thumb buried in my asshole, and pressing me down on his pulsating cock.
Heat speared me, wetness spilled down my thighs as his dick continued to spill inside of me.
“I love you,” I said, clinging to Andres, knowing in my heart he loved me back, and feeling for the first time like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“I love you, Lupina. You were always mine,” he said, and I smiled against his warm skin, believing every word.