Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
A Few Days Later
Rosa writhes above me, thighs locked around my head, taste slick on my tongue.
I grip her hips and hold her pussy to my mouth like salvation. She moans, guttural and rough, fingers tangled in my hair as her body chases the third, or maybe fourth wave.
Trembling. Needy. Already wrecked and still greedy for more.
I love how free she is when we’re fucking.
My hands slide up her spine as her body clenches again, a ripple of heat flooding past my lips.
I groan into her. She jerks, the sound tipping her over, shaking as she comes, wild and undone.
I let her grind through it, licking and sucking her slow until she whimpers, the tremble turning to sensitivity.
Only then do I ease her down and catch her when she collapses into my chest, breath sharp and shallow.
“You’re going to kill me,” she pants into my neck.
“You love it.”
Rosa laughs, shattered and glorious.
I flip her smoothly. Her breath catches as I yank her ass into the air and press her into the cushions. Nudging her legs apart, I admire her engorged pussy, wet and ready. Beautiful.
I drag my cock along her slit and slam into her in one long stroke.
She gasps.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Her spine arches. I grip her hair and thrust deep, watching her back flex beneath me in the afternoon light bleeding through the sheer curtains.
I reach around and twist her nipple, hard and sudden. It hits something direct inside her core and causes her to tighten around me. She cries out and then she’s coming yet again.
Fuck, she’s unreal in this state. I’ll never get enough.
I pump faster and faster. We’re loud and untethered. From the slap of our skin, to her broken moans and me shouting her name like a prayer.
Her walls clench my cock so intensely, I lose control, hips stuttering. A low growl rips from my chest as I begin to spill inside her. Instead, I pull out fast and shoot across her back, thick and hot.
She sags forward onto her forearms, panting.
I drag my fingers through my come and trace abstract designs on the canvas of her back, exploring the valleys and peaks of her spine as she shivers beneath me. Circle her pucker hinting at the pleasure yet to come.
Leaning down, I plant a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper, huskily. “I want to fuck your ass.”
She turns her head slightly, eyes meeting mine with a flicker of excitement in their depths. “My body is yours. I’m pretty sure you understand it better than I do.”
I let my fingers linger, massaging gently. A rosy hue spreads across her cheeks, up her neck, and across her shoulders, as she buries her face deeper into the pillow.
“Soooooo amazing.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow. “I don’t know how you’re going to fit there, though.”
I reach for the nightstand to find the small, smooth bottle of lubricant I bought a couple of days ago. I warm it between my hands before letting it drip onto her, mixing with my release, continuing to trace soft patterns on her skin until she relaxes.
My cock is stiff as a pole again.
“I’m going to go slow, okay?” I keep my tone steady, reassuring. “Let me get you ready for me.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her body already yielding to my touch.
I take my time, preparing her lovingly, patiently waiting for her muscles to relax.
When her breath evens out I carefully wriggle one finger into her tight ass, then another, stretching her.
Coaxing her open. Then I push two fingers inside her pussy, filling her entirely, hitting her G-spot with deliberate strokes.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her body trembling. “It’s like…you’re fucking me everywhere.”
“You like a bit of double penetration.” I kiss her shoulder.
“It’s a lot,” she breathes. “I’m so full, but I want more. You’ve gotten me used to more.”
“Do you think you’re ready?” I remove my fingers and guide the tip of my cock to her hole. “If you are, I’m going to replace my fingers with my cock.”
“Will it hurt?” She tenses.
I pinch her clit and she spasms and relaxes. Quickly, I use the lube dripping from her body to coat my cock and flick it across her tight ass before I enter her gradually. “Not if you completely relax and let me in.”
Experiencing Rosa acquiesce completely is a sensation beyond words. My primal claim making our bond unbreakable. “You’re incredible,” I groan. “So tight, so warm.”
She turns her head, her hair a wild tangle across the pillow, “It’s all you. You make me brave and free. Only you.”
I move carefully, her moans and gasps guiding me, her body’s responses my roadmap. I reach around to circle her swollen clit in time to my thrusts.
“Santiago,” she shrieks. “You’re going to make me come again.”
As we rock together, the room once again fills with our shared sounds, raw and intimate.
“Go over with me,” she begs. “I want your come dripping out of my ass.”
Oh. Holy. Hell.
Her words trigger an orgasm so intense I nearly go blind. She follows immediately with a scream of pleasure, her ecstasy feeding mine. Tears sting my eyes, her trust in me is a heavy, precious weight. A gift I’ll never take for granted.
I collapse against her, body spent, heart full.
Rosa turns and cradles my head. Her fingers reach up to brush away the tears slipping down my cheeks.
“You’re crying,” she whispers.
I nod, unable to speak, the emotion too raw, too real.
She pulls me closer, her body warm and safe. “I love you”.” Her breath is soft on my ear. “I love everything we do together. I trust you.”
“I want to marry you.” My chest is still heaving. “Have a family with you. Grow old with you.”
The words are a sacred truth I didn’t mean to say aloud.
She stills.
I blink up at her, still wrapped in the haze, and suddenly I see the tension. Not fear. Not rejection. Something colder. Like the light dimmed behind her eyes.
She eases out from under me and reaches over to grab a drink from her water bottle.
“Rosa, are you alright? Was that too much?” Concerned, I scoot back to rest on the headboard.
“Uh, no.” She bites her lip. “I—um, need to shower.”
She disappears into the bathroom. The door clicks shut.
The whole room shifts. Like air pulled from a windowless space. I sit here, cock still wet, heart thumping, brain scrambled.
What the fuck just happened?
The past three weeks have been perfect. I didn’t know how much I’d crave having her close, in my space, in my arms. Every single minute.
This works. We work.
So why does me talking about a future life together send her into retreat?
I pace the room, replaying what happened. She’s given me everything. Her body, her trust, her laugh. She lets me hold her when she dreams. Cook for her. Tease her. Bathe her.
We tell each other we love each other. Talk about places we’re gonna travel to.
So how the hell did I misstep? I know I’m not misreading what we mean to each other.
I think of her expression. Blank, controlled, almost fragile. Not angry. Not dismissive. Distant in a way she hasn’t been since we met.
Realization hits me hard, sudden and brutal.
I’ve pushed it too far. Pushed her too far.
The thought guts me.
I’m not here to pressure her. I don’t need a ring. Or a title.
I need her. Full stop.
Lit up from within. Smiling in the morning and moaning at midnight.
How did I fuck it up with a single sentence?