Chapter 50 #2
I can tell she’s close, her entire body lost to the tremors of pent up release, and I want nothing more than to give it to her.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I begin making a come here motion, rubbing that small nub inside that’s like a magic key.
I resume my feverish devouring of her pussy, licking and sucking like a mad man, and within seconds, she’s screaming.
Tremors wrack her body as her pussy clamps down around my fingers, cum leaking out of her.
“Fuck, baby. So good. So fucking good.” I pound my fingers into her, the room filling with the sounds of her moans and my cum-slicked fingers fucking her sweet pussy.
Her toes curl, and her entire body shakes as I continue to pull the release from her, ripping away her restraints until there’s nothing left but submission.
She screams again and again, and I devour each wave of her release as if it’s the last drop of happiness I’ll get in this life.
When she finally becomes putty in my hands, her rigid legs and back slumping toward the floor, I withdrawal my fingers and sit up. I’m undoubtedly a sight to see, chest heaving, wearing a cowboy hat, my face covered in cum. Valentina’s eyes track me, a sleepy, satisfied look consuming her face.
“You have to be crazy to think I’m done with you,” I growl, my own desire feral at this point.
She shivers beneath the intensity of my gaze. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Before she can say anything more, I grab her hips, flipping her over. “Get on your knees.” She does as I ask, pushing onto her knees, her head pressed against the rug.
“My hands—”
“Are right where I want them.”
Valentina whines as she spreads her legs, making room for me. I know she can’t be totally comfortable, her face rubbing against the rug, her hands still tightly tied pressed between her tits, but I won’t let that stop me.
I can’t.
“Fuck, baby.” I slap her ass, the sound a glorious victory bell in the dark. She rocks backward, searching for me.
Quickly, I undo my pants, pushing them just far down enough to free my cock.
I don’t bother warming up—any more, and I’ll bust on the spot—and press inside her.
Her cunt is hot and impossibly tight, greedily sucking me in until my hips slam against her ass.
I watch her skin ripple, and I stare down at her as I do it again.
And again. And again, my gaze solely trained on my cock sliding in and out of her, her ass bouncing with each punishing trust.
“Rafael!” She screams my name, but I barely hear her over the roar of my heart. My fingers grip her hips tight enough to bruise, and I feel my release barreling toward me at a deadly speed.
I’m a train slipping off the tracks, and there’s no slowing down.
With one hand, I begin to rub tight, hard circles over her puckered asshole, pressing further inside with each thrust. She screams over and over, her pussy clamping down on me, promising sweet relief if I can just keep going.
My thumb sinks to the knuckle, and it’s the final push needed to send us both plummeting over the edge. I roar her name as I come, my balls aching with the intensity of my release. I fill her up, my cum slipping out of her glistening pink pussy as I withdraw from her.
Swiping my fingers through it, I push it back inside, just as I’ve done from the first time. I refuse to let a drop of my want for her be anywhere but inside her, where it belongs.
I hear her panting, and I press a tender kiss to the base of her spine before rolling her over.
She flops back onto the floor, a dazed smile playing on her lips.
Undoing the tie around her wrists, I press a kiss to the inside of each one before lying down next to her, pulling her head onto my chest.
“Sorry I didn’t get to these.” I run my thumb over the bow on her tits. “Gimme a minute, and I’ll be good to go again. I promise.”
She giggles, pressing a kiss over my roaring heart before settling back down. Her fingers trace figures on my chest, and I get the overwhelming sense she wants to say something.
I tighten my grip, and she flops one leg over my own, half laying on me. I press a kiss to the top of her head, hoping to comfort her enough so she can say what’s on her mind.
Finally, she sighs. “I want you to move into my room.”
I suck in a breath, my heart threatening to explode. I squeeze her tighter, wanting to brand this moment across my soul. “I want that,” I whisper, terrified this is all a dream, and if I speak too loud, we’ll wake up.
“Yeah?” She leans up, a timid shyness on her face.
She might not realize how much she’s changed in the last month, but I see it. I notice every day how much softer she’s become, how much more playful and joyful she allows herself to be.
And through all of it, she’s braver too. I know Valentina doesn’t see vulnerability as bravery, but I know it takes far more strength for her to be like this than to keep herself locked away.
It not only makes me proud to know her, but it makes me love her more. She’s amazing—the most amazing woman I’ve ever known—and I get to bask in her unending glory.
“Yes. I want nothing more.” I kiss the corner of her mouth tenderly, and she smiles.
“Nothing more?”
My brows draw together in confusion at her teasing tone. “Uh, I don’t think so?”
“Not even for me to say I love you?”
Breathing becomes impossible. Is my heart still beating, or did I just die?
I stare up at her, suspended in time and space as she watches me. “Are you—”
“I do love you, Rafael. I love that you’re kind and thoughtful, that you work hard and are generous with your time and attention.
I love that you see me, really see me, and believe in what I can be instead of who I was or am.
I love the way you smile in your sleep and that unending mischievous look you get every time you look at me. I love—”
I press a hard kiss to her mouth, tasting the salt from her unchecked tears as they spill from her eyes. My heart can’t take any more.
“I love you, Valentina Reyes. I love you.” Gripping the sides of her face, I shower her with kisses until she’s giggling, her tears dried and forgotten. And then, I kiss her some more, just because I can.
Because she’s mine.