Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Flora
Orgasms with Pablo are undeniably the best I’ve ever had.
It’s not just how our bodies move together.
That’s certainly part of it, but it’s also how we feel about each other.
I know from my studies in human biology that falling in love complexly combines physical and emotional reactions to stimuli.
I know men often admit to falling in love sooner than women—the difference of at least thirty days in some studies—but I don’t doubt my feelings.
“Come with me, chiquita.”
When I accept Pablo’s help to get off the bed, I feel it in the electric current that flows up my arm from his gentleness.
I’ve just had my cunt grinding his face in one of the most intimate acts, but how he treats me in moments like this make me feel treasured.
I have a sudden urge to show him affection.
I rise onto my toes and press a kiss to his lips.
“Gracias, Papí.”
His expression softens as he kisses me back.
It’s not a passionate one. It’s just a soft brushing of our lips before he leads me to the swing.
Before he positions us, he slides his left arm around my waist. He pulls me close, and my body happily touches his.
It’s his turn to offer me a kiss. It’s a series of pecks before one longer closed-mouth kiss.
He grabbed the handcuffs’ key as he helped me to my feet.
He unfastens them and lets them drop to the floor.
He moves my arms around, his fingers trailing over my skin in the most tantalizing way.
He’s helping me get the circulation flowing again and keeping me from getting stiff.
But he’s also seducing me—not that he needs to try.
“Come to me, little one.”
He steps backward until his thighs nudge the swing.
He sits and positions the straps for me.
I slide my knees into loops near his. My hands find purchase just above his shoulders.
I wonder how acrobatic we can get with this.
I examine the straps for a moment before glancing down at Pablo who’s observing me.
“What’re you thinking, little one?”
“Maybe we can do the things we just did but on here.”
“Creative.”
When he nods, I climb off and wait while he adjusts straps into what we both think will support me.
It takes a couple tries and a few laughs, but eventually, my knees rest in slings while my forearms rest through loops.
Pablo leans back, adjusting the straps again, so he’s in a position where my mouth can lower onto his cock while he laps at my pussy.
The gentle sway of the swing pushes and pulls us apart as we work each other into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Flora. You’re killing me. Your ass in my face makes me want to fuck it.”
“If that’s what you want, Daddy.”
There’s a bottle of hypoallergenic, lavender scented lube in the box. He knows that was my favorite scent until I discovered his cologne. He eases me out of the swing, and I fetch the lube.
“Bring the plug and the wand too.”
I kneel between his legs as I apply the lube.
I tease him until he slaps my nipples which still have the clamps on them.
When I rise, he removes the clamps, sucking each of my nipples as the blood and sensation floods back into them.
I moan from the exquisite pain. I climb back into the original position I was in, and he guides me onto his cock.
He’s pushing off with one foot, the motion easing him into my ass.
“Te sientes increíble, chiquita. Estás tan apretada. Estoy justo donde debo estar. Enterrada en el culo más suave y ardiente que he visto. Eres tan hermosa, Flora. Por dentro y por fuera.” You feel amazing, little girl.
You’re so fucking tight. I’m right where I belong.
Buried in the softest, hottest ass I’ve ever seen.
You’re so damn beautiful, Flora. Inside and out.
“Gracias, Papí.”
We’ve spoken mostly English since my return to the U.S., so I can get into the flow more easily, but it’s natural for us to lapse back into Spanish. As much as his possessive dirty talk turns me on, I love the praise too. He gets I need that tonight.
I use the straps to rise and fall on his dick.
He takes the foam head vibrator and turns it on.
He watches me as it rubs against my clit.
I think my eyes roll back in my head from all the sensations bombarding my pussy and ass.
I feel full and yet empty. I feel antsy yet content.
He’s bringing me to the edge, and I debate whether to tell him.
Is it better to ask forgiveness than permission?
“You’re about to come, aren’t you, chica?”
“Sí, Papí.”
My body’s practically humming as I feel my core tighten. I can’t think in English anymore. I pant as my clit warns me I’m about to orgasm. I don’t know how to move anymore because I’m impatient to find my release.
“Por favor!”
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“?Tú!”
“You have me.”
“Ay, Papí.”
I tense as my orgasm starts. My ass squeezes around Pablo’s cock, making him groan.
“Joder, Flora. Sácame toda la leche. Llénate el culo. Eres mía. Toda mía para follar como quiera. Dormirás con mi leche dentro de ti, chiquita.” Fuck, Flora.
Squeeze the cum from me. Fill your ass with it.
You’re mine. All fucking mine to fuck how I want.
You’re going to sleep with my cum inside you, little girl.
I guess Pablo can’t think in English anymore either. The way his voice is so gravelly and sexy does me in. I’ve listened to men speak Spanish my entire life, and I get why people all around the world think it’s hot. But it’s Pablo’s deep voice along with the Spanish that fucking detonates me.
“?Papí!”
I can’t help but scream as I come. I ride his dick, bouncing on it as he keeps the wand on my clit.
I tremble with how hard I’m coming. He tosses the vibrator aside and forces me to stop moving as he comes in my ass.
He spanks it twice, the swing and the pressure driving him as deep as he can go.
When he’s done coming, his arms wrap around me.
He presses my head to his shoulder, and I gasp for air.
I rest a hand over his heart, and I feel how it pounds beneath my palm.
That was so fucking intense.
He leans to get the plug from where I left it when I kneeled down.
I cling to him even though I know he’ll never drop me.
He turns his head to snag a kiss before he stands.
He takes his time, so I can slip out of the slings.
I’m holding onto him like a koala on a bamboo tree.
He carries me to the bed. He watches me for a moment before kissing me.
I’m happy to let him lead because I’m spent.
“Carino, you mean everything to me.” Sweetheart.
“Príncipe Azul, you say all the right things. You mean the world to me.” Prince Charming.
I rub my nose against his. With a quick kiss, he turns toward the bed. He eases me onto my hands and knees and plugs my ass. He slips into the bathroom to clean up, then we’re curled into bed together.
Fuck. If I don’t love him, then I don’t know what love is.
It’s been three weeks since I met the entire family at the restaurant.
I’ve been poring over listings online. Pablo knows what I’ve been up to; however, we don’t talk about it.
I sense how much it bothers him I’m still considering moving out, but it feels like the right thing to do.
It hasn’t changed our commitment for a future together.
That said, I want to make sure I can stand on my own feet and not be entirely reliant on him or his family.
It has nothing to do with the Diaz name, but that I have the wherewithal to survive New York on my own if one day I’ll be the jefe’s wife.
I want no one to believe Pablo chose a weak woman who must hide behind him. I also need to fill my days, so I’ve been looking for jobs too. I know he takes no issue with that. It’s purely my moving out.
I didn’t fully believe Pablo when he said Luciana and Catalina would help me look at apartments.
I thought he was just being generous with the offer, but that neither woman would have time nor the inclination to go anywhere with just me.
It turns out they haven’t had free time since the family dinner. It’s why I haven’t been to see any yet.
“Buenos dias, senoras.”
“You really don’t have to call us that. Please, I’m Ana, and she’s Cat.”
Luciana gives me a hug that doesn’t feel perfunctory at all. Catalina’s is just as warm as her sister’s. It feels like the hugs I get from my own tías back home in Colombia.
I remind myself that’s not home anymore. I need to revert to thinking about the States the way I once did. That Colombia is where I’m from, but the States is home now.
“I have six properties we can look at today.”
Catalina hands me her tablet, and I check out the first one. I’ve spoken to them both since dinner. I told them I see no way for me to afford Manhattan. They completely understood.
When I said the Bronx would probably be the most cost efficient for me, their responding texts came in half a second apart.
They were adamant Pablo would never agree to my living there.
When I asked him why, he explained that not every part of the Bronx was rough.
However, even though there were some nice neighborhoods, I don’t know my way around well enough to not get lost somewhere unsafe.
I argued I’d learn my way around easily enough.
That I survived going to school at Rutgers, which is in New Brunswick—not the best city in New Jersey—and I’d lived in Newark—an even worse city—when I worked there.
He pointed out that while I was in undergrad, I lived in a dorm for the first two years. After that, I had two roommates. He didn’t love discovering they were both guys, and one of them was my boyfriend.