Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
D iego watched Kash move across the plush rug, moonlight licking over the curve of her shoulders, illuminating the wild strands of hair that had escaped her braid.
Her eyes held that reckless heat he had only ever seen directed at him—hungry, defiant, nervous. A contradiction that only he got to see.
His cock throbbed in his grip. Not surprisingly, he’d been jerking off to the memory of her again. To the pale fragment of the glorious creature she was.
But she was here now.
Crawling to him. For him.
Her bare knees pressing into the rug, her eyes wide and burning, her body trembling with hunger. But it wasn’t just about the promise of a release anymore. Not really.
He knew it now, clear as the heat pulsing through his blood.
It was the illicit thrill of it that drew Kash to him. In the version of herself she became with him, she didn’t have to follow her own code of conduct. She didn’t have to be flawless or fierce or right all the time. She could be undone. She could be needy. She could be messy.
And that surrender? It thrilled her. He could see it in the way her lips parted, in the glassy gleam of her eyes.
She liked handing the reins to someone else. But only when she trusted them completely. And she trusted him.
That truth both wrecked and revived him.
Because he wanted her—desperately. God, the idea of that pink, glistening mouth near his cock made his balls tighten, his spine hum with white-hot arousal.
And yet...
He wasn’t sure if she would ever really cross the line from fantasy to reality. If this was just a stress response, a temporary madness. A part of her healing, as she called it. The idea of her someday chalking all this up to a phase—of telling him, thank you, but I’m whole now—was enough to make him lose it.
He needed her in his reality. His actual life.
Still, he would give her whatever she asked. However she wanted it. However briefly she needed it.
Moonlight caught the damp at her temples, the rise and fall of her chest, the pulse fluttering at her throat. He felt like he could see the ache crackling across her skin. See how badly she needed him.
His voice came out low, rasping. “Look up.”
When she did, it hit him like a punch to the gut. Because it wasn’t just lust shining back at him. It was trust.
He dragged his cock across her cheek, the swollen head gliding along the line of her jaw. Her skin was flushed, warm, beaded with fine sweat. She didn’t flinch—only breathed deeper.
Her eyes never left his.
Every instinct in him screamed to be careful. To slow down. This wasn’t just a woman looking to get off. This was Kash, and she was already unraveling him thread by thread.
“Lick the crown. Swallow the precum.”
She obeyed with a swipe of her tongue, a little hum vibrating in her throat as she swallowed. His balls drew up instantly, the sound embedding itself into his bones. Damn it, he was too close to the edge already. And he wanted to play with her, push her. He needed this encounter to last.
“Pull your neckline down.”
“Okay,” she said, before tugging at the lacey edge of the negligee. It refused to relent in her shaky grip.
He bent down to help and got a subtle whiff of her arousal, under the rose scent of her warm skin. The need to press a kiss to her crown was so strong that he had to breathe through it.
Grabbing the neckline in both fists, he tore it down the middle. Her breasts spilled out, full and flushed, nipples tight. Groaning, he dragged his knuckles over the swell of one.
Her breath caught, and she leaned forward like she couldn’t help herself. Like she was nothing but an offering to him, to be molded into whatever shape he wanted her to be in.
He pinched a fat, dusky nipple, then tugged until she whimpered, head falling back. The sound went straight to his cock.
Pulling back before he lost the plot—and fucked her instead of giving her what she asked for— he tapped his cock against her lips again. “Open up,” he growled.
Her lips parted, and she took him in slowly, until she was humming around the head. Wet heat, slick and velvet, surrounded him, tugging his balls up. He buried a hand in her hair, the other curling into a fist behind him on the bed.
When he pushed in a little more, she widened her lips, her eyes daring him to give her more. To test her limits. To let go fully.
Eyes glinting with naked lust, pink lips stretched wide, she looked perfect. Throwing his head back, he thrust shallowly, careful to avoid her throat. Tingles broke out down his spine, pulling a strangled moan from his lips.
Fuck, he was too close to the finish line. With the hand in her hair, he tugged her off with a curse.
She gasped, panting, lashes flickering rapidly. Her fingers gripped his thigh. “What?” she demanded, all fury and lust.
“If you want all of it,” he said, enjoying her temper, “you’ll have to come too.”
Her flush deepened while her gaze turned mutinous. But there was hunger there too.
He clasped her jaw and caressed the slope of her cheek with his thumb. “Show me, Preciosa, how badly you’re dripping for me.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate. Shoved her negligee up, pushed her thong aside, and slid her fingers into herself.
The sight of the neon pink thong against her brown flesh nearly brought him to his knees. “Three fingers,” he said without compunction. “Stretch that pussy like I would.”
Her breath hitched but she obediently added another finger, then one more. Bare thighs clenched. “It’s tight, Diego.” Her whimper wrapped around his balls.
“Yeah, I know, Preciosa. I know how tight that cunt is for me,” he said, voice strangled. “Now show me your arousal.”
She pulled her fingers out, slick and shiny. He grabbed her hand and sucked them into his mouth, groaning around the taste. She moaned in response, her hips twitching forward involuntarily.
“Your taste…” he murmured. “I want it from the source.”
“No. My turn,” she said, even as fierce color crested her cheeks.
He chuckled darkly. “Fine. But you don’t get the full load unless you get yourself off. Otherwise…” He stroked himself lazily. “It’s going all over your precious rug.”
“That’s unfair.”
“That’s incentive,” he corrected.
She groaned but nodded. “Where do I even focus? You or me?”
“You’re the smart one, right? Figure it out.”
He tapped his cock against her lips again. She opened wide and sucked him in.
Hollowing out her cheeks, she took him deep, and he nearly lost his mind. “Where the hell did you learn that?”
She released him with a pop, saliva dripping down one side of her mouth. “A college boyfriend one summer. He wouldn’t go down on me unless I gave him a blow job.”
“And the champ you are, you aced your task,” he finished grinning. “Did he ever get good?”
“Not even when I drew him a map to my clit.” With a deep breath, she sucked him in again.
Both her hands were working now—one at the base of his cock, the other buried between her thighs. She was panting, gagging, drooling, fucking sobbing, but she didn’t let up the pressure for one moment.
He sank his fingers into her scalp and pulled her head back. “Breathe, Kash,” he whispered, even as he panted.
Her nails dug into his thigh, nearly drawing blood. “More, Diego. Take my throat.”
He fucked her mouth roughly, inching the head into her throat slowly but steadily. A feral moan ripped out of him when she held him there without flinching or pushing him away.
Her hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes streamed. Snot and spit mingled at the corners of her mouth. And still, she sucked him down.
He was seconds from coming when he rasped, “Are you close, baby?”
She pulled off with a pop, fingers furiously circling her clit. “Keep going,” she whispered. “I’ll get there.”
He surged back into her mouth and set a brutal rhythm.
“I’m close. It’s now or never, Preciosa. Fuck that cunt. Pretend it’s me sucking your clit. Pretend I’m fucking you bare, filling you up with my seed.” The filthy, forbidden promise rushed past his lips, charging the air with electricity.
Her whole body went taut, and then she broke, head falling back, moaning around him.
Diego yanked free of her mouth, fist pumping as he spilled across her face. Hot, thick ropes of cum splattered her lips, her chin, her chest. It ran into her hair, across the tops of her breasts, dripped onto her thighs.
She was glorious like this. Wrecked and radiant.
He collapsed in front of her, knees trembling like a newborn calf. Slowly, he gathered her shoulders to him and whispered, “You okay?”
She trembled in his hold but didn’t push him away. “It’s… better than I remembered. I keep thinking I made it up. But no. It’s better.”
Cum still on her skin, she tucked herself into his neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. He stroked her back, still shaking from the force of his release.
Her voice was muffled, the words whispered straight into his skin. “I’m scared, Diego. This feels too big.”
He kissed her hair, his own eyes damp at her soft admission. “It’s okay. No one and nothing can dictate what it should be or how it should feel. Or when it should end,” he added for himself.
“I can’t lose you because of this. I just can’t. Tia and I need you.”
Even his daughter’s name couldn’t fracture the enormity of her admission. “Shh...” he said, kissing her temple. “You won’t.” His chest cracked open. “Not ever. In some form or another, I’m here with you, yeah?”
“Even if you meet someone down the line?”
“Even then.” The promise came easily as he untangled her arms from around him. “Come, let me clean you up. Then I’ll walk you to your bedroom.”
She pulled back, laughing. “The bedroom that’s like thirty steps away?” Her soft giggle made the crack in his chest wider, deeper. “The danger zone that might trap us again?”
“You’re gorgeous when you laugh, Preciosa,” he whispered in a ragged tone.
“With cum decorating my hair and skin, sure.” She giggled again and reached for her robe. “I’ll leave you to your shower.”
Holding his hands, she pushed to her feet. He followed her.
He chuckled when she placed the bottle of ibuprofen into his hand.
“Shower first and then two of these and then bed for you.” He held his breath as she tapped her fingers under his eyes lightly. “You do look exhausted. Can I bring you anything else?”
He smirked. Mostly to hide the emotion crawling up his throat. It was something else to be at the receiving end of her care and concern. “Unless you’re planning to crawl into my bed and giving me that pretty pussy, I’m set.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She turned, hair wild, robe slipping off one shoulder, torn negligee bunched beneath it. Her thighs shone in the lamplight, her calves flexing as she moved. He wanted to grab her and start all over again.
“Kash,” he called.
She turned.
“Don’t overthink this.”
She gave him a rueful look. “That’s like asking me not to breathe.” Her eyes searched his. “Can we say this is okay until the wedding madness is over?”
He shrugged, refusing to give her an answer that would be a straight out lie. Surprisingly, she didn’t wait for one before she closed the door.
Maybe they were both beginning to see the bigger truth dancing between them.
For his part, he was damned if he was putting a time limit on this.