Chapter 16 #2
I pulled back, gasping for breath, my lips swollen and slick. “Not yet,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I want more.”
Diego’s eyes were almost black with desire, his chest heaving. “What do you want, Freckles? Tell me.”
I rose up on my knees, water cascading down my body, and pressed my lips to his in a hungry kiss. “I want you to taste me,” I whispered against his mouth. “And get me ready.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he stood, water sluicing off his magnificent body. He helped me up and turned me around, bending me over the edge of the tub. The cool porcelain pressed against my chest, a sharp contrast to the hot water still lapping at my thighs.
“Like this?” he asked, his large hands spreading my ass cheeks apart.
“Yes,” I breathed, anticipation making me tremble.
The first touch of his tongue against my hole made me cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet tiles. Diego chuckled, the vibration sending shivers up my spine.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
His tongue circled my entrance, teasing and exploring before pressing inside. The sensation was overwhelming. Hot and wet and so incredibly intimate all at the same time. I pressed back against him, desperate for more, and was rewarded with a firm slap to my ass that echoed in the steamy bathroom.
“Patience,” Diego admonished, though I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Easy for you to say,” I gasped as his tongue delved deeper, making my toes curl.
He worked me open with his tongue and fingers, alternating between gentle teasing and intense pressure until I was a writhing mess, begging for more. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking pre-cum into the water below.
“Please, Diego,” I whimpered, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “I need you inside me.”
He pressed a kiss to the small of my back, his scruff scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. “You sure? We don’t have to rush.”
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met you. I’m sure.”
His eyes darkened at my admission. “Stay right there,” he said, climbing out of the tub.
Water dripped from his body as he padded into the bedroom.
I heard him rummaging around, presumably looking for a condom and lube.
My heart hammered in my chest, anticipation and desire making me light-headed.
When he returned, he was already rolling the condom down his impressive length.
“Found these in the complimentary basket,” he explained, holding up a small bottle of lube. “Guess they think of everything in the marital suite.”
I laughed, the sound breathless and eager. “Thank God for that.”
Diego stepped back into the tub, the water sloshing as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the cool drizzle of lube between my cheeks, followed by his fingers working it inside me, stretching me further.
“You good?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“More than good,” I assured him, pushing back against his fingers. “I’m ready.”
He removed his fingers, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
The pressure built slowly as he pushed forward, giving me time to adjust. There was that initial burn, the stretch that bordered on too much, but then he was sliding in, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in such a long time.
“Fuck, Hayden,” Diego groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t form words, just moaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He stayed still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands roaming over my back in soothing circles.
“Please,” I finally managed to gasp. “Please, Diego. I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He started with slow, gentle thrusts that gradually increased in speed and force. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, the angle perfect for hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
“Right there,” I cried out when he found it. “God, right there.”
Diego adjusted his stance, gripping my hips tighter as he drove into me with more intensity. The water splashed around us, some of it sloshing over the sides of the tub onto the floor, but neither of us cared.
“Fuck you feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You are so goddamn perfect, Freckles.”
The praise washed over me, making me feel both powerful and vulnerable. I braced myself against the edge of the tub, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. My cock bobbed between my legs, untouched but achingly hard.
Diego leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as one hand snaked around to wrap around my shaft. “I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
His hand worked my cock in time with his thrusts, the dual sensations overwhelming. I was close, so close, teetering on the edge of something massive.
“Diego, I’m gonna—”
But the words never made it out. My whole body seized up as I came hard, the pleasure exploding through me in waves that seemed to go on forever. Diego’s hand kept stroking me through it, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body until I was shaking and gasping for breath.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Diego groaned behind me, his rhythm faltering as his own orgasm approached. His grip on my hip tightened, almost painfully so, and I loved it. “Can I... is it okay if I...?”
“Yes,” I panted, still riding the aftershocks of my own release. “Cum for me, Diego.”
He let out a sound that was half-growl, half-moan as his hips slammed against me one final time. I felt him pulse inside me, his whole body going rigid as he came. The way he said my name in that moment of absolute vulnerability sent an unexpected warmth spreading through my chest.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, both of us panting and trembling. The water had cooled considerably, but I barely noticed. Diego’s weight was heavy against my back, his breath hot on my neck, and I never wanted him to move.
Eventually, though, he eased himself out of me with a gentleness that made my heart ache. I felt strangely empty without him, but before I could dwell on that feeling, he was turning me around, pulling me against his chest in a tight embrace.
“You okay?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I nodded against his shoulder, suddenly too overwhelmed to speak. This wasn’t just sex. This was something else, something more intimate than I’d experienced in a very long time, maybe ever. The realization terrified me.
Diego seemed to sense my unease. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Hey, where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just... that was intense.”
“In a good way, I hope,” he said, searching my face with those dark, perceptive eyes.
“In the best way,” I admitted, and was rewarded with one of his genuine smiles, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Come on,” he said, stepping out of the tub and offering me his hand. “Let’s hop in the shower and then curl up under a blanket and watch another movie. We’ve still got some leftovers.”
I just smiled, happier than I’d been in years. “Okay,” I nodded. “That sounds amazing.”