Chapter 5 #2
“ Siempre tan húmeda para mí … so fucking wet,” he mutters, his breath hot and ragged against my cheek.
“Is this all for me, carino? Tell me it’s for me.
” His middle finger circles my clit, coating himself in my arousal but still not pushing in.
I can hear how wet I am; the lewd sound of him playing with me echoes in the confines of the car.
It’s mortifying and insanely hot at the same time.
“Y-yes,” I gasp, not even caring how pathetic I sound. I tighten my grip on the cock still throbbing in my hand, stroking him faster in retaliation until his breath hitches. “It’s for you. Only you. Please, Xavier—”
My plea breaks off into a cry as he plunges a finger inside me without warning.
I throw my head back, thumping it against the headrest, and moan unabashedly.
My free hand claws at his shoulder, needing something to anchor myself as he pumps that thick finger in and out of me.
He’s not gentle about it either—he drives it deep, curling just right, and I nearly see stars.
“Dios mío,” Xavier groans, watching my face.
He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me.
The heel of his palm grinds against my clit with every thrust. “I’ve missed this tight little pussy,” he growls, voice rough and reverent all at once.
“Tanto… so much… You feel even better than I remember, amor.”
I whimper, clenching around his fingers as he works me open. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I’m hurtling toward the edge. Months of frustration and heartache are dissolving into pure, blinding pleasure.
The car is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing, my soft cries, and the wet, illicit noise of his fingers plunging into me. The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air. My blood is singing in my ears, every nerve ending in my body alight.
“Mírame, amor,” he orders, his tone dark and commanding.
His hand at my throat gives a gentle squeeze, drawing my hazy gaze back to his face.
The intensity in his eyes has me clenching around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he says in a rough whisper.
“I want to watch you come undone. Let me feel it, mi amor. Come for me.”
His thumb flicks over my swollen clit right as he curls his fingers deep inside, and that’s it—my release slams into me with the force of a tidal wave.
I cry out, the sound muffled as Xavier crushes his mouth to mine, swallowing my ecstatic sob. My entire body tenses then shudders apart. Pleasure ribbons through me, every muscle tightening then melting as the orgasm pulses hot and sharp through my core.
My nails dig into his shoulder and thigh, probably hard enough to leave marks, but he doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, the guttural groan he lets out tells me he likes it. He keeps pumping his fingers, prolonging my climax until I’m nothing but a shaking, whimpering mess in his arms.
My vision whites out for a second. I’m pretty sure I moan his name over and over like a broken record.
I can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this blissfully full, this cherished and wanted.
Tears prick at my eyes, threatening to spill—this time not from sadness, but from overwhelming relief and pleasure.
He slows his hand as I come down from the high, gently easing his fingers out of me.
I whine at the loss, my inner walls fluttering around emptiness now.
Before I can protest, Xavier brings those glistening fingers up and slides them between his lips, groaning as he tastes me off his skin.
The sight is so erotic, so downright filthy, that my spent body somehow sparks back to life.
How is it possible to still want him this badly?
I answer my own question when my gaze drifts down to the cock I’m still holding in my hand.
He’s hard as ever, maybe even harder, straining and leaking pre-cum over my fingers.
We’re far from finished—both of us know it.
My climax may have taken the edge off my desperation, but it did nothing to dim his.
If anything, feeling me come apart for him has only made him wilder.
“Fuck,” Xavier grits out. He’s breathing like he just ran a marathon, each inhale shaky as he fights for control.
His hand moves from my throat to cup my cheek, tilting my face up.
His dark hair is a tousled mess, eyes fever-bright, lips wet and swollen from our kisses.
He's gorgeous, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious, most sexy thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re perfect,” he rasps, brushing a brief, almost tender kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his tongue. “ Tan malditamente perfecta, amor.” So fucking perfect.
My heart twists at the raw emotion in his voice. I know he’s not just talking about the sex. He’s talking about us, about this moment—about how desperately we needed to reconnect like this.
I stroke him slowly, base to tip, and relish the way his breath stutters. “I need you,” I whisper against his mouth. “I need you inside me, Xavier.”
A shudder racks his powerful frame. He closes his eyes for a second as if to gather himself, then opens them, and they’re blazing.
“I need you too,” he growls. In one swift move, he pushes the driver’s seat as far back as it will go and reclines it a few inches.
The steering wheel still pokes into his back, but he doesn’t seem to care.
His hands slide to my hips. “Come here, bebé.”
He helps me lift my leg over the console, effectively hauling me into his lap so I’m straddling him. My dress is bunched around my waist now, practically useless. I couldn’t care less. All that matters is the hard length of Xavier’s cock now nestled right against me.
The new position makes us both suck in a breath—one of his hands grips my ass, the other guides his thick shaft between my legs. I bite my lip as I feel the blunt tip nudge against my entrance.
Holy hell. My body is still sensitive, but I’m already aching to have him inside me. I roll my hips, grinding the wet heat of my pussy along his length, coating him in my arousal. The swollen head of his cock catches on my clit and I whimper, nails biting into the solid planes of his chest.
Xavier’s head falls back against the seat with a groan, and his fingers flex on my ass, urging me to do it again. I obey, rocking my hips faster, sliding his cock through my slit. The friction has sparks dancing behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, yes… just like that,” he praises, voice shredded.
His eyes burn into mine, one hand leaving my backside to fist in my hair and tug my head back.
The move exposes my throat to him and he latches his mouth there, teeth grazing the skin.
“Te voy a follar ahora,” he murmurs into my neck, low and rough.
“Right here, amor. You’re walking into that ballroom with my cum still between your thighs. ”
I moan at his words, my entire body quivering in anticipation.
My lips brush his ear. “Do it,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice. “Take me. I’m yours, Xavier.”
His eyes flash with pure hunger and something like triumph. Both of his hands clamp down on my hips. In one fluid motion, he thrusts up as he pulls me down, impaling me on his cock.
We both cry out as he stretches me open. The feel of him filling me, inch by inch, is almost too much. He’s relentless, not stopping until he’s seated hilt-deep inside me.
“God, yes,” I choke out, my head spinning. He’s so big it’s bordering on pain, but fuck , it’s the kind of pain that feels like heaven.
My walls clamp tight around him, adjusting to the intrusion. I can feel every throb, every twitch of his cock buried in my heat. It’s bliss. It’s everything. We stay like that for a heartbeat, both of us shaking, savoring the feeling of finally—finally—being joined like this again.
Xavier’s face is contorted in ecstasy, jaw clenched as if he’s holding on to control by a thread. He presses his forehead to mine, sweat beading at his temples.
“You’re so… so fucking tight,” he growls through gritted teeth. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to brand. “ Mi esposa … I’m not going to last long.”
Neither am I. I can barely form a coherent thought with him throbbing inside me like that.
I drag in a shaky breath and begin to move, lifting myself a few inches before sliding back down.
We both moan. I do it again, faster, riding him right there in the front seat of his car, hidden under the trees.
The chassis rocks faintly with our frantic rhythm.
Xavier meets my every thrust with upward snaps of his hips, driving even deeper.
It’s raw and unfiltered and so damn good.
His hands roam greedily over my body—one tangling back in my hair, the other squeezing my ass, guiding me as I bounce in his lap.
His lips find mine and we swallow each other’s cries in a messy, feverish kiss.
I can taste my own salty sweat on his upper lip, feel the tremor in his biceps as he holds me up.
Heat builds again in my core startlingly fast. I didn’t expect to teeter on the brink of a second climax so soon, but every nerve in my body is still on high alert, attuned to him.
Xavier tears his mouth from mine, panting hard. “Touch yourself, mi cielo,” he commands roughly, nodding toward where our bodies are joined. “Rub your clit for me. I want you to come with my cock inside you.”
His words send a fresh surge of arousal through me.
I’d do anything he asked in this moment.
Bracing one hand on his shoulder, I slip my other between us and find my throbbing bundle of nerves.
I circle it in quick, desperate motions, gasping at the white-hot pleasure that lances through me.
My thighs begin to shake on either side of his hips.