29. Intervention #2
“I love the way your body feels against mine. Soft, pliable, supple. You mold and conform to the shape of me.” His hand moves lower and a single finger plunges inside me.
Short and shallow thrusts steal my breath and make my vision blur.
“I could spend the rest of my life buried between these perfect breasts.” He finally releases my chin and drags a hand down the length of my body.
“In this perfect cunt.” He crooks his finger inside me and my body jolts.
“Touching and kissing every inch of you.”
I dig my nails into his thighs as I hold on for balance. “Alejandro…I’m close—”
“I remember the first time I laid eyes on you. I wanted you so badly I had Jonni keep you from leaving until I could find a moment to slip away from the crowd. And that first summer in the villa I avoided you because I knew that at any moment, I was going to lose control.” He gently guides my head to the side and kisses down the length of my neck.
“I knew that if I had you every second of every day for the rest of my life, it would never be enough.”
I turn to kiss him just in time for release to rock through me but it’s short-lived.
I claw at the buttons of his shirt as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
Straddling his hips I manage to secure my place on top.
He moans into my mouth as I suck on his tongue and dig my nails into his scalp, tugging on his hair the way he did mine.
I’m ready to brace my hand on the island and ride until we’re both sweating and screaming but he lifts to his knees and I follow.
Hands on my hips he guides me in the opposite direction, turning me away so I’m facing the mirror again.
He spreads my thighs and lowers me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him with my back to his chest and my knees planted firmly to the floor on either side of his hips.
He wraps my hair around his fist twice to keep it out of my face. “Ride.”
“But—”
“Ride, Dahlia. I want to watch.”
I’m so dizzy with want that I do as he asks but make it a point not to look in the mirror.
Not until the insistent tug of his fist in my hair forces me to watch as I take him inside me.
The hard length of his erection pushes past tense muscles and sensitive flesh until he’s fully seated inside me.
All the blood in my body rushes to my head and my heart pounds in my ears.
I lift my hips and watch his retreat, every inch of him soaked with my arousal.
It’s certainly a vulgar sight and not one I’m accustomed to.
However, I roll my hips and take him inside me again, watching with fascination and desire, enjoying the look of his body pleasuring mine.
My neck and chest burn red at the thought.
He isn’t pleased with the steady pace I’ve chosen so he thrusts upward, bottoming out despite my efforts to go slow.
I decide to meet him there and pick up speed.
I move faster and with more urgency and every time he plunges inside me, my sex contracts and expands around him, memorizing his shape.
I watch his head roll back and my chest tingles with the sound of his guttural moans.
He’s so vocal with his desire and the things that ignite him.
It spurs me further and I take him as deep as I can, until tears gather in my eyes.
Alejandro sits up and pistons into me from behind.
He touches me everywhere. Groping my hips, my backside, massaging my breasts and delicately caressing my lower abdomen.
I can’t remain upright with the way he pounds into me and I fall forward, bracing my open palms on the rug.
Alejandro follows me, one hand pressed against my chest, and the other strumming between my legs, lighting fires of pleasure within me each time he strokes my clit.
“Oh my God…” I hardly recognize my own voice. “Just like that.”
“Dahlia, mi linda, mi bella,” his strangled whispers caress my ears. “How you please me…”
“Alex…I…I’m going…”
I respond to his tug on my hair and angle my head to look back. He captures my mouth in a kiss that’s too much to bear. The next time he thrusts forward, orgasm ripples through me. A few seconds later, he follows and the rush of wet heat between my thighs tells me we’re both thoroughly spent.
He continues to move inside me, slower and less insistent, easing a final and more gentle climax from me before we finally collapse on the dressing room floor. It’s not even noon and I’m so exhausted I think I could sleep for a century.
Alejandro’s lips are soft and reverent as they pepper kisses across my body. “I love every inch of you.”
I tilt my head to look at him and run my fingers through his beautiful dark hair. “You could’ve just said that.”
He smiles in response. “Yes…but it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.”
Somewhere in the room, a phone pings with a text message. Alejandro sighs and reaches for his. As his eyes drift across the screen a deep crease forms between his brows.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighs heavily. “The family lawyer says Diego’s in his office right now asking if there are ways to legally prevent a divorce.”
“Uh-oh. Better get going then.” I steal a kiss. “Remind your brother that a divorce would shame the family.”
“Just so you know, you’re not allowed to divorce me.”
I nod profusely as a giddy smile spreads across my lips. “Mhm.”
“I’ll die before I let you divorce me. And then I’ll haunt you from beyond the grave.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine. “You are sooo romantic.”