Valentina
Diego stumbles down onto the bed and immediately reaches for me, concern blooming in his eyes even as his pupils darken with lust. I brush off his touch and balance my hands on his thigh, using that grip to steady myself and ease down onto my knees.
My fingers slip closer to the inside of his thigh and Diego’s cock twitches.
“Suck your dick?” I cut in with a lazy smile. “I know. I want to. Let me.”
Oddly, a look of disbelief crosses his face.
“Are you not used to a woman calling the shots?” I slide my hands up further, following the lines of muscle and warmth until the crook of my thumbs rests an inch from where his cock stands proudly. “Scared I might hurt myself?”
He nods quickly, eyes wide. “A little. Yeah.”
“Do you trust me that I know my limit?”
Diego squints. “Uhm… you’re asking me an important question while you’re naked on your knees with your hands inches from my cock. I can’t think.”
“It’s the perfect situation where honesty prevails.
I know what I’m doing and I know what I want.
” And that’s to feel something other than emptiness, pain, and despair.
I don’t care if it’s not healthy, I don’t care if it’ll make things awkward in the morning.
All I care about is the handsome man I have a crush on, who has saved my life and cared for me, is naked with his cock hard from a kiss, and I want nothing more than to completely smother myself in everything he has to offer.
“I trust you,” Diego murmurs, resting one hand back on the bed. “But—”
I don’t care for more words. As soon as he takes another breath to speak, I surge forward and close my lips around the crown of his cock, effectively rendering him silent.
He grunts softly and his other hand flies to the back of my head, but it remains low near my neck like a comforting weight rather than an insistent pressure.
Down and down I sink, taking inch after inch into my mouth until he’s touching the back of my throat and a reflexive gag rolls through my body. Already, a noise of concern drifts down from above, so I force Diego to shut up once more by bobbing my head and taking him into my throat. Then I swallow.
“Holy shit!” A soft, needy whine rises from him and his fingers flex on the back of my neck.
Keeping one hand on his thigh, I graze my nails along his other thigh until his balls bump against my knuckles, then I cup them in my palm.
This is… easy. Each whimper and groan from Diego feeds the lust burning inside me and calms my mind in the strangest way.
It’s like the simplicity of carnal desire is finally giving me a moment’s peace, and I don’t want it to end.
Warmth beads between my legs, my heart flutters and picks up speed, and each downward bob of my mouth makes Diego moan in such a soft way that I can almost feel my heartbeat in my core.
I want him to moan like that when he comes, when he’s inside me and lost to the pleasure. I want those amazing hands back on my body, forcing me to relax and holding me down as if I’m unbreakable. I want to feel pleasure, sweat on my skin, and Diego’s rabbit-fast heartbeat against my palm.
I want it all.
“Wait!” Diego cries out suddenly. “I’m gonna—”
His warning is likely out of some form of politeness, but I ignore it, hollow my cheeks, and sink down until the crown of his cock nestles in my throat.
Holding my breath, I suck as hard as I can, and his balls tighten up against my palm. Whatever else he says ends in a trembling, low groan while his cock twitches against my tongue and cum spills down my throat.
The slightly earthy scent of him mingles with the saltiness of his release, and I drink it all down while my core throbs, aching for attention. No sooner has the last spurt spilled down my throat than Diego’s gently pulling me off his cock.
His length slips from my lips with a soft, wet pop and I gasp for air.
Suddenly, his lips crash down against mine, and I’m swept off the floor like I weigh nothing. He’s equally careful when he lays me down on the bed, and when he breaks the kiss, I glimpse such a look of adoration on his face that my entire heart throbs like it’s been punched.
I almost feel undeserving of such a look.
“Valentina,” Diego says huskily, nudging his nose against mine and then kissing me. “Don’t get me wrong. I want to fuck you so badly, fuck you like you deserve, but this?” His rough fingertips drift too close to my freshly stitched wound. “Dangerous.”
A whine bubbles in my throat as I fight to find my voice after his orgasm, but he kisses me again and the urge dies in my mind.
“So I’ll come as close as I can, as safe as I can, alright?” Those are his last words. He kisses me deeply, cradling the side of my face with his hand, then he sweeps off down my body and litters a path of small, sensual kisses and sharp little bites that are too soft to be painful.
By the time he buries his face between my thighs, my body sings, hot and needy from the path he’s left, with every kiss spot aching at the loss of his mouth.
He loops both his hands around underneath my thighs and grips me tightly, pulling me snugly against his mouth, and he buries his face against my pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue through my slick, aching folds makes me jolt and gasp, tossing my head back and forth on the pillow.
My toes curl, my abdomen flexes, and the building warmth in my core turns to lava because once he starts, he doesn’t stop.
His devilish tongue is just as firm as his fingers, dancing over my clit and down through my lips to my entrance, where he dips his tongue lightly inside, then returns to my clit.
Flat strokes where his nose catches on my mouth and the tickle of his breath brushes against my most sensitive spot, to hard flicks of his tongue and the pleasant burn of his facial hair against my inner thigh.
Not once does he back away, not once does he pause his attention, not once does he go any deeper inside me than a flick of his tongue.
Soft suckles against my clit melt into more shapes across my clit than I can keep track of, but eventually, Diego seems to learn.
I react harder to suction than mere friction, and my clit is much more sensitive than any other spot.
Sweat gleams down my body, my heart races, and I twist one fist so tightly into the sheets that I almost cut off circulation to my thumb.
We rock back and forth, I twist left and then right, my toes curl so hard my calf almost cramps, and Diego eats me all the way to an intense orgasm that has me screaming as I come.
I don’t care who hears. I don’t even care what I sound like. It’s exhilarating to feel something else, something good for once.
But he doesn’t stop there. One orgasm isn’t enough.
He eats me out to a second within minutes of the first, then he trades his tongue for his fingers and lavishes careful attention over my nipples and breasts while pumping his fingers deep inside me and curling them every single time.
I’m seeing stars by the time he makes it up to my mouth and he wrings a third orgasm out of me as we kiss deeply.
My fourth and final orgasm arrives when he lies behind me and pulls me close, my back to his broad chest, and he feeds his cock through the softness of my thighs.
The sensation of his cock rubbing against my pussy and thighs like a treat I don’t get to feel is as frustrating as it is pleasurable, but Diego distracts me with deep, gentle kisses and tweaks of my nipples that send pleasure coursing through me like a river.
“Diego,” I moan breathlessly, my head relaxing back on his shoulder while his thrusts between my thighs grow relentless. “You… feel so good.”
“You’ve no idea how hot your pussy feels after all those orgasms,” Diego grunts, his voice trembling. “When you’re well, I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll be the reason you can’t walk in a straight line.”
“Promises, promises,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
The tip of his cock nudges against my clit for the last time and I come with a breathless cry.
Every inch of me tightens up, and my core pulses rhythmically in time to my thundering heart, leaving me utterly spent and boneless by the time Diego’s finished his orgasm.
He kisses me behind my ear and gently cleans me with a towel, plies me with water from a bottle, and then spends fifteen minutes going over every single wound to ensure our activities didn’t tear or disturb anything. Only then does he crawl back into the bed with me.
I cuddle into him and close my eyes, intent on thanking him for fucking all of the pain out of my mind, but I’m asleep before the words get a chance to leave my lips.
When I next open my eyes, sunlight trickles in through holes in the curtain and the pain of my wound has risen to hot, tight levels. It pulls and twists with every breath, but I quickly put it out of my mind when I realize it’s not the bed underneath me.
It’s Diego.
Somehow, I ended up on top of him during the night.
He sleeps peacefully beneath me with his head tilted to the side and his lips ever so slightly parted.
Like this, there isn’t a single worry line or crease across his handsome face.
He’s as innocent as the day he was born.
Innocence that, if it remains, I’ve had a hand in destroying.
Last night was… amazing. Despite the tight, hot throb across my ribs, every other muscle maintains the same levels of relaxation as when we stepped out of the shower.
My joints move more easily, breathing comes deeper, and my mind is quiet.
I brace myself gently over Diego but as I try to lift and move, the softest, sweetest moan drifts from his lips.
“Adorable,” I whisper.
Can I make this last forever?
Maybe not forever, but I can make it last longer than this. With careful, slow movements, I slide off Diego and onto the mattress but rather than cuddling back up beside him, I scoot down.
And down some more.
Under the covers into the warmth created by our bodies, I move with the gentility of a cat unwilling to step into a trap until I’m between his legs and settled against his thigh.
Diego shifts in his sleep, creating more space for me to settle, and I only have to adjust myself to ensure I can lie comfortably.
Then I gently place my tongue at the base of his cock and swipe upward as slowly as I dare.