Trenta y Cinco
Damn, his room is big. It has a giant bed, a desk, a closet, and a bathroom.
It’s also semi-clean, so he gets a point.
I’ve never had a room, but if I did, I’d keep it nice.
But this isn’t that bad; it’s not dirty or smelly.
There are clothes and stuff piled up, but it’s not gross.
It’s honestly not what I was expecting, but then again, he’s turning out to be way more than I thought he was.
“What do you think, Ed?” He asks while walking into the bathroom.
“I think you’re an idiot for giving all this up for two nights.” I hear the water in the shower turn on, and he walks back out, wiping his wet hands with a small towel.
“I didn’t give up anything.”
“Uh, yeah, you did. You slept on a nasty-ass floor and a two-person couch when you had all this waiting for you here.”
“I got to be where you were, so it was worth it,” he says while throwing the towel into a laundry basket with a smooth-ass smile before taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
“I honestly don’t know why you’d sleep anywhere else,” I tell him as I turn around with my arms extended to demonstrate my point. “ Pinche, pendejo, wey . If I had all this, I’d never fucking leave.”
“Is that right?” He asks while lunging forward. He’s quick and grabs my outstretched hand, pulling me until I’m standing between his open legs. His arms wrap around my waist, and he yanks me as close to him as he can without me straddling him.
“If I had a bed, I’d make it all fluffy and lie in it for hours.” My hands land on his hard chest, and I feel his heartbeat through his clothes. It’s strong and steady, just like he is, and I like how it feels. His hand covers mine, and his thumb lightly glides across my knuckles.
“I like that idea,” he says while leaning forward.
“Take mine,” he whispers into my skin as he starts to trail tiny besos over my cheek.
“Make it ours, little demon.” He kisses his words into my mouth.
“Crawl inside and let me see how pretty you look wrapped up in those sheets.” Oh Diosas, wey.
It’s like he’s striking a match underneath my skin, and I can see the fire he lights inside of me behind my closed eyes.
“I wanna see you relaxed,” he adds, using that sexy-ass voice. His arms curl around my back, holding me tighter to him. “This sweet little body spread out for me.” My cheeks are on fire, and my insides are melting from being so close to him.
“With a smile on this gorgeous face,” He licks his lips as he pulls my bottom lip down with his thumb. I feel my heartbeat thump deep, deep down in my pussy. “A smile that I plan on putting here over,” he says as he grips my chin and kisses my mouth. “And over again.”
I kiss him back like I’m possessed and straddle his lap like I’m completely under his voodoo magic. He grabs my waist, bucks his hips, moves me to where he wants me, and I feel him in places that have never felt good before.
Before this cabrón , I never had a choice when it came to men and my body.
They’d use me how they wanted, and I’d escape into myself to hide from where they touched me.
But not anymore, this man is my choice. For the first time, I’m ready to feel everything as I circle my arms around his neck and wind my legs around his waist.
I’m right up against his hard dick, and he feels so fucking good against my pussy that I moan into his mouth. He rips his lips away from mine and scans my face with these possessive eyes that I think I may have just fallen in love with.
“Let me touch you, hermosa ,” he says as his lips trail down my neck. “Let me make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.” I tip my head back to give him more of my skin to kiss, and it feels so fucking good that I’m out here being a greedy bitch for this man.
“Let me see you.” I’ve never willingly taken off my clothes before and don’t hesitate to nod my head yes, knowing full well that I’m going to be revealing more than just my tiny tits to him. He’s going to see my X ’s. He’s going to see where those motherfuckers branded me.
My heart slams into my chest as he pulls my hoodie up and over my head, leaving me in a white tank top. This thing is like a second skin, and it’s at least two sizes too small. I like it because I don’t have to wear a fucking bra with it. Not that I wear one often anyway. As if.
“Just so we’re clear, Ed,” he says while dragging his knuckles from my jaw, down my throat, past my sternum, and down my stomach.
“If this comes off,” he warns while he twists the cotton hem around his fingers, “you’re gonna have to hold me at knifepoint to get me to leave when you get in that shower,” I swear that smirk on his face is fucking lethal, and I’d rather die than have him look at me any other way.
“My girl’s ready,” I lift my chin and smile, which is starting to feel like second nature around him.
“I can see that, little demon,” he says, and his dark chocolate eyes dance over me as I slowly peel off my tank top. My skin breaks out in goosebumps under the cold air as my tits bounce out from under the tight fabric.
“Fuck me, look at you,” he says while his hands come up to cup my tits. “These are fucking perfect. You’re perfect, hermosa .” His head moves forward, and he wraps his lips around my right nipple and sucks it into his warm mouth.
“ Aye, Diosas ,” I breathe out while grabbing the back of his head.
His hands grab onto my hips, and he grinds my pussy against his thick-ass dick.
He kisses my chest before latching onto my other nipple.
My fingers slide through his wavy curly hair, and I hold onto his chain so that I don’t float away.
He rocks me over his cock and I instinctively throw my head back, panting at the ceiling as he sucks and sucks.
“That’s it, Ed,” he says, and I shiver as I feel his cool breath graze over my wet nipple. “You like how my cock feels between your legs?” He asks as he sensually thrusts his hips.
“Yesss,” I swear I’m in a trance, and my soul answers for me.
“Can I take these off so I can watch your pussy come?” He asks while his fingertips slip under my waistband. Yo nunca… I’ve never…
“I’ve never…” I stop moving and pause to breathe before mentally running into the forest in my mind.
I can see myself standing in the archives and ripping out page after page of sexual traumas from my own history books.
And then I add the crumpled papers to the pile of kindling to set Valentine on fucking fire.
I no longer want to be haunted by her past or her pain. Her and all the bad shit that happened need to stay buried in New York. Valentine Garcia was never supposed to make it here.
Pero Edison lo hizo. But Edison did. She’s who I am, and I want to experience everything that Valentine didn’t.
“They took everything from me but that.” That’s all I can say before he has me airborne in his arms. “What the hell? What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you everything that you deserve,” he says and pushes open the bathroom door. The steam from the hot water feels so fucking good that I sigh in his arms.
He puts me down in the center of the bathroom and turns my body until I’m facing the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
He rips off his sweatshirt and wipes down the foggy glass before throwing it in the corner.
Honestly, he could’ve thrown it out the fucking window for all I know.
I’m too busy looking at the finest man I’ve ever fucking seen. Wow.
I’m staring at his bare chest, and he’s too much to see all at once.
His naked skin is full of tattoos and muscles.
I don’t fucking know where to look first. The gold 3 hangs from his chain, and he looks dumb-hot, staring back at me.
Y luego me guina un ojo. And then he winks.
Aye wey. And here I am looking like a fucking subway rat.
My brain tingles like it does when it wants to memorize something. And right now, he’s that something. I want to know every single inked line, every earned scar, all of it.
“I want you to watch yourself when you start to feel my hands on your body,” he says, walking behind me.
I can see his face in the mirror and feel his hard body against my back.
He’s tall, big, and towers over my frame, but I’m not scared at all.
I’m the exact opposite of that and lean into him when I feel him against my back.
He bends his head and moves my hair out of his way before he whispers in my ear , “I want you to see how good I can make you feel.”
His breath glides over the X on the back of my neck, and it reminds me that they marked my skin, but never claimed me. They tried to break me, but never did. They stole from my body but never got my heart or my head. They tried to kill me, but now I get to live. And in this life, I chose him.
“Look how sexy you are, Ed.” His right hand holds my face, and his thumb swipes over my mouth.
“I want you to watch this bottom lip quiver when I play with you.” He guides my hands behind his head, and I twist my fingers into his chain.
“Keep these here,” he adds before grabbing both of my tits, pulling me back into him, and tugging on my sensitive skin.
My mouth falls open, and my eyes bulge when he adds pressure to his touch while staring at me in the mirror. “You like that, hermosa ? You want more?”
“ ?Aye, diosas! ” I cry out when he plucks my nipples at the same time.
“Say yes, Ed. I want you to hear yourself say it.” I’ve given him permission, but this is much more than that.
He wants my consent. Because he cares about me, I can see it in his eyes, and I hear the sincerity in his voice.
And I trust my gut when it tells me to follow my heart. Damn, this fine-ass man.
My stomach literally turns into a cave that’s full of flying bats.
Mariposas are too gentle for what he does to me.
These feelings I have for him aren’t fragile like butterflies.
They’re fucking fierce and feral, and they feel like I’ve fallen off the fucking deep end and right into being in love with him.
“??Sí!! Yess!!” I say over the sound of the running shower behind us. My voice is strong and I like how it feels to say yes because I want to fucking answer like that..
“Good.” His hands tuck under the waistband of my leggings and underwear before he pushes them down my legs.
His fingertips trail over my skin and singe the unshaven hair that I have there.
“Because, I’m gonna make your sweet little pussy explode, Ed, and together, hermosa, we’re gonna watch the fucking fireworks. ”