8. Second Chance #2
He doesn’t hide his pleasure from me. When he releases my nipple from his mouth it’s to moan against my ear, the deep, guttural sound sending a wave of gratification through me.
So I lift my hips further, guide him in deeper, and he grips the armrest behind my head and lets out a moan so rough and deep I swear I can feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs.
Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he slides both arms under my thighs and spreads my legs as far as they’ll go.
He carries their weight and holds me in this position as he pistons into me.
I’m impressed by his dexterity because he manages to hold my legs up in a way that still leaves his hands free; he wraps them around my thighs almost like an embrace and presses his palms into my lower abdomen to keep me in place.
Otherwise, he’d fuck me right off the armrest of this sofa.
He ruts into me like a madman and the high-pitched cries leaving me are nothing short of humiliating but I don’t care.
I don’t care. I squirm and moan and whimper for more which seems to please him because he rewards me by dragging his tongue across my bottom lip.
“I’m going to come so long and deep inside you, I’ll be dripping down your legs for weeks. ”
My inner walls tighten around him and his thrusting becomes more erratic.
Real tears roll down my temples as he nearly splits me in half.
I’m so close I lower a hand between us and stroke my own clit.
Explosions of pleasure ripple through my body and my cheeks heat with embarrassment as he lowers his gaze to watch.
His eyes are black with hunger and not a glimmer of green or brown remains.
He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers to me.
“You have no idea how good your pussy feels. It’s the tightest I’ve ever hand the pleasure of sinking into.
The only one I want for the rest of my life.
” It’s so filthy, so wrong but I can’t get enough of him speaking to me this way.
“Not only does it taste delicious but it’s fucking greedy too.
Every time I’m inside you, it clenches around me like it doesn’t want to let go.
Squeezes and pulses and conforms to the shape of me. ”
“Oh my God,” I whimper. “Alex—”
“Did any of your other lovers fuck you like this?”
I shake my head so hard my neck cracks. “N-no.” I swallow hard.
“Was it the same?”
“No,” I choke out. “I wasn’t in love with them.”
He almost loses focuses but resolves to fuck me harder, ramming into me until it hurts. “You thought of me when you were with them.”
It’s a statement. Not a question.
“Constantly.” The word bursts from me like a confession, strangled by the sounds of pleasure he reams out of me. I lift my head to capture his lips with mine, kissing him as deeply as he’ll let me. “Constantly, constantly, constantly.”
He kisses me back but not as long as I’d like.
When he speaks next his voice catches and I know he’s so close he’s delirious. “My God, I love you. I love you.”
Climax rips through me. My own screams pierce my eardrums and I throw my arms around him to hold on, terrified I might fall.
I’ve never felt anything so intense or earth-shattering.
I feel it from the very tips of my ears down to my toes.
My stomach clenches and I come so hard my thighs flood with release and soak the sofa beneath us.
All over my body convulses and shakes, tingles and vibrates, and my ears are ringing.
Alejandro continues to stroke my clit in the absence of my own touch and fucks me through this mind-blowing orgasm and into another one where he finds his own release.
I feel it when he comes inside me, long and hard, making my insides hot and full.
I hold him through it and by the time it’s over we’re both so exhausted we collapse without saying another word.
* * *
Alejandro
Dahlia hasn’t laughed this hard in so long. I nearly forgot what it sounded like.
“No, no, no! I specifically remember it was the weekend we went to Paris and that was in April. I told Diego a thousand times not to go up to the third floor because it was still being demoed and he fell right through the floorboards! Remember, we came home hours later and his leg was dangling from the ceiling?”
The memory that materializes draws a chuckle from my lips. “Wait…wasn’t he wearing Spider-Man socks? Is that the time you’re talking about?”
“Yes!” She howls with laughter and rolls over in my arms, unable to contain herself. “Jesus Christ…the socks! I forgot the socks!”
“I remember now…you’re right, that was in April.”
Dahlia laughs so hard her eyes are flooded with tears. “He was…it was just his calf…floating from the ceiling!”
I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been here.
There’s no light outside but there rarely ever is during the winter and at some point, the two of us drifted off into sleep.
What woke me was Dahlia’s lips on my skin and then her lips below my hips and the explosive pleasure that comes with a mouth as generous and expert as hers.
It was how we ended up on the study floor, grasping at each other like wild animals, and after that round was over, I got it into my head that I could get the fireplace working.
Which, I did.
The flame may be a little intense but we don’t have a stitch of clothing on.
All the sofa pillows have been pilled against it on the floor and a massive throw blanket covers us from the hips down.
Dahlia burrows herself deeper into my side, finding warmth in both my body and the knitted blanket covering her toes.
They’re always the first thing to get cold.
“I wonder how long he was up there before we found him.” She muses aloud.
“Hours, days, weeks.”
She smacks my shoulder playfully. “I doubt he was up there that long.”
“I know my brother. He’s prone to getting himself into bad situations.”
She hums to herself, still grinning from the memory. “We had so much fun those first few months.”
“You say it like it’s in the past tense.” I tell her. “There are still memories to be made and had. If that’s what you want.”
Dahlia goes very quiet for a moment. She gathers the blanket around her and covers herself before turning to me. “We didn’t finish.”
I lift a brow. “There is biological evidence to the contrary all over the sofa, the floor, and probably that blanket too. We finished. Numerous times, might I add.”
Her cheeks flush with color. “Alejandro, don’t be vulgar.”
“I’d wager there’s still evidence between these thighs of just how many times we finished…”
She smacks both my hands away. “Alejandro Narvaez!” She’s flustered and blushing. “I meant our conversation.”
“We’ve spoken enough to last ourselves a lifetime.
I’m done talking. We don’t need to talk it out anymore.
We need more of this,” She tries moving away but I loop an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my freehand.
“This can solve any problem in the world. It’s like a form of physical therapy. ”
She squirms the second my lips find the pulse in her throat. “Sex is not a form of physical therapy.”
“It’s physical and it’s therapeutic. Semantics.”
Before she can utter another word I stroke my fingers down the length of her pussy and find she’s already wet and ready.
A little gasp leaves her when I plunge a finger inside and she quivers against me, sore and sensitive but still desperate for the pleasure she knows only I can give her.
I’m hard in seconds and ready to thrust balls deep inside of her when she presses against my chest and pulls away.
Her eyes are the same burning amber as the fire roaring beneath the mantle but their gold is rimmed with the silver of tears.
“I…I haven’t…” She expels a shaky breath. “I’ve been with other people.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t believe you. It must hurt…part of you must feel hurt even if we were broken up.” She swallows and attempts to steady her voice. “Just the thought of you with someone else…she’s not even real and I want to rip her throat out with my bare teeth and—”
“Dahlia,” I take her face between both hands and urge her to look at me. “Escúchame bien. No me importa. I don’t care, it doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t you hate me? Even a little bit.”
“Never.” I say quietly. “I have no right to pass judgment. A better man would’ve gone after you. A better man wouldn’t have let you leave in the first place.”
Dahlia cries and I let her. There’s no use in trying to console her and keep the tears at bay when it’s so clear she needs this release. She needs a way to let go of all of it and maybe this it.