Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Eva
At my words Esteban moves to his nightstand where I know he has the condoms and grabs one.
I stare at him as he opens the packet and starts rolling the condom on his hard cock. “I need you inside me now.”
A low rumble falls past his lips as I move and go on all fours in front of him popping my ass up in his direction. “Santo Dios,” he says as his hand land on my backside, soothing over it. “Eva, I need to fuck you hard.”
“Good, I need you to make me come again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says as his hand glides down over my ass. Smack. A surprise sound falls out of my lips before a smile crosses my face.
“Yes, give me more.”
He grumbles, then brings the head of his cock to my entrance. And with one solid thrust, he bottoms out, making me cry out his name before he slaps my ass again and I tense around him.
“That’s it,” he encourages. Sliding his hand up my back, then down, and when he reaches my ass, he spanks me harder, causing my inner walls to shake.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he says.
He does it again.
And again.
And again.
Spanking me until I can feel my arousal start to drip. I have never felt like this, so out of control.
He moves inside me, pumping in and out in a fast pace. I take the opportunity to squeeze every time he pumps inside. Every time I do, he praise me and smack my ass. Then he goes feral.
“This fucking pussy is mine,” he says, gripping my hips and pounding into me. “I love being inside you.” His fingers dig into my skin as he rocks me so hard, I rest my chest on the bed and perk my ass up. Giving him more access.
I bite down on my lips as my orgasm climbs higher and higher. The way he is fucking me, bottoming out with every stroke, hitting me in just the right spot, filling me up so much that the room starts to spin.
I lower one of my hands and start stroking my clit at the same time, moaning and trying to hold back my orgasm but I can’t. The way this feels is making me desperate to come. Pleasure starts shooting up my legs, down my arms, pooling in the base of my stomach.
“I’m… I’m there,” I say.
“Then come. Come all over my cock.” He spanks me, letting the snap sound through the room. It’s all I need as I squeeze around him, and my orgasm races down my spine and right between my legs.
I start to shout incoherent words at the intense pleasure. I can feel how I squeeze his cock, creating such a tight friction that he slows his pace and intensifies his grip on me.
“Uhhhh, fuck,” he moans right before I feel him tense behind me. “Fucking hell,” he says softly as he comes inside me, his breath heavy as he tries to catch his breath.
I’m lying here, completely spent, my limbs heavy, my body humming with the aftershocks of everything we just shared. I feel the bed shift as Esteban leans over me, his lips brushing tiny kisses down my spine, slow and reverent, like he's memorizing every inch of me.
Then he gently pulls out, and even in my blissed-out state, I feel the ache of his absence.
“I can’t move,” I mumble into the pillow, my voice muffled and lazy.
“Don’t,” he murmurs. “Stay right there, princesa. I’ve got you.”
I hear the soft sound of his footsteps as he leaves the bed, and I let my legs fall to the side, sinking deeper into the mattress. My face turns toward the wall, eyes unfocused, still chasing my breath and whatever strength I had before he completely ruined me in the best way.
A few moments later, he’s back. The bed dips again with his weight, and I feel the warm press of a towel between my legs, gentle and slow, his touch as careful as it is intimate.
My brows pinch slightly. “Why are you cleaning me? You used a condom,” I whisper, my voice barely a thread.
He looks up, his eyes locking on mine with something deeper than affection. “Because you’re still soaked from how hard you came,” he says, his tone low, reverent, almost proud.
And there’s something about the way he says it, the way he looks at me while tending to me so gently, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched. It makes my chest ache. Not from desire, not anymore. From something else entirely.
With love.
Once he’s done, Esteban tosses the towel aside and climbs back into bed. He pulls me into his chest like I belong there, like there’s no other place I’m meant to be.
His hand strokes slowly through my hair, fingers threading softly from root to tip, over and over again.
It’s soothing, grounding, and intimate in a way that makes my eyes grow heavier with each pass.
His lips brush against my forehead, then my temple, then the tip of my nose, like he's trying to memorize me with kisses.
The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, synced and steady. And just as I begin to drift, sinking into that place between sleep and dreams, I hear him whisper against my hair, voice low and certain.
“I love you.”
I don’t answer, I don’t think I even could. My body is too tired, my heart too full. But I carry those three words with me into sleep, tucked into my chest like a secret meant just for me.