Taina
IT’S BEEN A WHILE
I know that look.
I know it, because I used to see it on my face every day. It’s what led me to killing men and finding ways to manipulate and blackmail people.
It says, someone needs to pay .
And I hate seeing it on Emiliano’s face. The gentle giant is gone, and in its place is a formidable wall of muscle and sheer determination.
“I think…” I trail off before I gather my nerve to continue. “I want to have sex right now. Please.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you think it’s going to smooth over our argument. You hurt my feelings, but I’ll get over it.”
“I don’t want you to get over it,” I murmur as I look up at him, placing my hand on the space between his unbuttoned shirt. His undershirt is warm, and I can feel the steady thrum of his life force under my palm. “I want you to give my body back to me.”
“I don’t have that power, Princesa ,” he starts, still cupping my face as he looks directly in my eyes. “Only you do.”
I fist his shirt in my grip and yank him down to kiss me. When his arms band around my back to lift me, I sigh into his mouth.
Things I thought would scare me have me reacting in a way that rewrites the tragedies of my flesh.
“Tell me if anything is too much,” he says, plopping me down on the bed to remove his shirt.
Then he yanks his undershirt off, and I smile at the sight of him.
Tan skin with a few scars, hair sprinkled on the center of his chest and beneath his bellybutton.
His dick is already tenting his slacks, and I have to take a breath, my gaze meeting his.
“We don’t have to do this,” he reminds me, but I unbutton my jeans and start wiggling my hips to get them off. He pulls them the rest of the way down before tossing them aside.
“I want to,” I whisper. “I want you.”
He reaches down to rub my pussy through my panties, and I groan at the contact. His thick fingers toy with me before he grinds the heel of his palm against me.
“Your panties are soaked.” He hums in approval, licking his lower lip as he wants to taste it. “That’s all I needed to see.”
I sit up and pull my shirt off body. He helps me unclip my bra and stands back as I throw it somewhere behind me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his hand cupping my bare breast. He rubs his thumb over my nipple, and I jerk into his hold, twitching from the jolt of pleasure. “What do you want, Princesa ? Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
Having such a powerful man utter those words has me tossing my head back in ecstasy as he continues to toy with my body.
“I don’t know,” I respond, breathless. “I just want you.”
When he removes his hand, I almost pout at the loss of pleasure, but it’s short-lived when he pushes my panties to the side to reintroduce his tongue to my pussy.
I gasp at the connection, my hand immediately resting on his head as my hips move against his magical mouth .
He swipes his tongue back and forth against me, and the orgasm rolls through me like a swift undertow. He doesn’t relent, sucking on my clit before leaning back to put his pinky finger in his mouth.
I watch as he eases his index finger inside me, and my breath catches in my throat as he presses his pinky into a hole I’ve never willingly experimented with.
“Relax,” he says, his breath tickling my inner thighs. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
His mouth finds my center again, and I nearly beg him not to stop. I feel him everywhere as he reaches up to play with my nipple.
It’s too much , is all I can think to myself as I come again, even harder this time.
He continues, and between his grunts of approval, the way he’s working so many sensitive zones, and the multiple orgasms, I can’t catch my breath.
Another one rolls through me, only this time I see liquid shoot out that hits his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he says before standing. He makes quick work of removing his slacks and yanks my panties off me. I’m all loose limbs as he lifts me to move me further up the bed.
Emiliano leans down to kiss me, and I welcome his tongue, trying to ignore the nerves that threaten the moment.
“Don’t you taste so good?” he asks, and I stiffen when I feel his dick rub against me. “You tell me to stop and I will.”
Instead of responding, I reach down to line him up and use my legs to push him forward.
I’m so wet, he slides partly in, and we both hiss, pausing as he presses his forehead against mine.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out, pulling back slowly, rubbing me in ways that make me grind against him. “Don’t.”
I glance up at him, confused. He’s breathing through his nose, his eyes shut .
“Don’t move. It’s been a while, and I don’t want to come fast.”
I wouldn’t care if he came in two seconds after what he just did. But I relax into the mattress, giving him a moment.
His hips flex to pull back before pushing inside slowly, and I can feel him stretching me. I thought it was hurt, but it’s a pleasant warmth. I’m sure the orgasms helped.
He begins short strokes that make my breath hitch over and over, and once he’s all the way inside, his hips resting against mine, I’m nearing another orgasm.
As if he knows, he sits up on his knees, pulling me with him so he stays inside me. I’m on my back still, and he’s now fucking me with long, slow strokes that have me wriggling underneath him.
“More,” I whisper. “Please.”
“You want more?” he asks, sweat now sliding down his chest. “You want to come on my dick?”
I nod, unable to speak, so close but not there yet.
He licks his fingertips before bringing them down to my clit and rubbing as he quickens his pace. The orgasm that was teetering pulls me under, and I swear I see stars.
He continues thrusting, prolonging my orgasm until I hear his grunts of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he says as he pushes all the way inside me before grunting as he leans forward to rest on me.
I could stay like this forever. And I may have to, with how my legs are currently shaking. If I tried to stand up now, I’d probably fall over like I’ve never walked a day in my life.
A thought occurs, and I smile before asking, “Would you consider this makeup sex?”
Emiliano chuckles, bringing my hand up to kiss the back of it.
“You can call it whatever you want as long as we keep doing it.” His dick twitches inside me, and I run my fingers through is hair .
“Ready to eat?” I ask, remembering the food on the stove.
“I already did,” he says, lifting his head so his chins rests on my chest. I roll my eyes at his grin, and he chuckles. “You stay here. I’ll serve the food.”
He stands, naked and with not a lick of shyness in his body. For good reason. That man is a work of art.
“You keep staring like that, we’re gonna have each other for dinner,” he warns, turning away from me to grab a pair of boxer briefs from his drawer. I admire the side profile of his ass and his softening dick from where I’m still lying, sighing when he pulls his underwear on. “I’ll be back.”
He leans over to kiss me, and I see the gold chain that I’d noticed before but never saw the pendant that hangs from it.
“You’re Catholic?” I ask, touching the medalla milagrosa .
“My family is,” he answers, giving me another kiss and then walking out of the room.
His family.
Hm.