12 #2
A guttural roar rose from the deepest and most wounded part of me, from the kid in the stairwell and the man who had never believed he would have this.
I drove into her one final time and held myself deep as my release tore through me.
Pulse after endless pulse emptied into the condom while my body shuddered with the force of it.
The release carried more than pleasure. Possession, relief, and something so vast I couldn’t name it ripped through me at once. Being inside her felt like coming home after a lifetime spent lost.
I collapsed over her but kept my weight braced on my elbows, my face buried in the sweaty curve of her neck.
We remained joined and wrecked, our hearts hammering against each other as the frantic rhythm slowly eased.
Nothing filled the room except our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside.
Reality seeped back in through the feel of her skin beneath my hands, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with her perfume, and the profound rightness of her body beneath mine.
I couldn’t pull away from her yet. Rolling us carefully onto our sides, I kept her pinned against me with my arm banded around her waist. My cock remained semi-hard inside her, my body as unwilling to let her go as the rest of me.
For a while, neither of us spoke. Everything I had needed her to understand had been given to her through my history, my body, and this desperate joining.
Charm shifted in my arms and pushed her ass back against me. “I want more.”
“I have more, mi hada, but I need another condom.”
The thought of pulling out of her hot, wet pussy pissed me off. I wanted to feel her without anything between us, wanted the heat and wetness directly against my skin. Still, I withdrew carefully and reached between her legs.
Charm slapped her hand over mine. “Stop.”
I froze immediately. Fear that I had been too rough turned my stomach sick.
“What’s wrong, Charm? Are you okay?”
“I don’t want another condom.” She turned her head enough to see me. “I trust you, and I’m protected.”
Her words shifted something in the darkness between us.
For a second, my brain stopped working. The fear that had spiked when she told me to stop dissolved and left something far more overwhelming behind. Trust. She was offering me the kind that stripped away the final barrier between us and said she accepted every part of me, even this.
My hand remained between her legs, my fingers slick with her arousal.
I could feel the hot, swollen evidence of what we had shared.
The thought of entering her again and feeling that wet heat without the thin barrier of latex sent a jolt through me so intense that my hips jerked involuntarily against her ass.
I withdrew my hand slowly and brought it up to cup her cheek, turning her face toward mine. Her eyes were wide and serious in the dim light.
“You’re sure?” My voice sounded rough and barely recognizable.
She nodded without looking away. “I’m sure. I want to feel you.”
Those two sentences were enough to unleash hell inside my chest.
A low groan tore from my throat. I kissed her hard and deep, pouring every filthy, grateful, possessive thing I felt into her mouth.
When I broke away, I nudged her onto her side with her back pressed to my chest, returning us to the position we’d fallen into after the first round, although it now carried a different intent.
I pressed close behind her and hooked my arm beneath her knee, drawing it toward her chest until she was open and exposed to me. My cock had softened only slightly, and it thickened again against the curve of her ass.
Reaching between our bodies, I found her pussy already soaked and slick with her desire and the evidence of her first climax on my fingers.
“Puta madre, mi hada,” I breathed against the nape of her neck as my fingers slid through her wetness. “Look what you do to me. Look how you take me.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, letting the broad head of my cock nudge against her slick folds. There was no latex between us this time. Nothing separated my skin from hers.
I pushed inside.
The first slide sent a white-hot bolt of pure sensation through me.
She felt hotter, tighter, and silkier than before.
I could feel every delicate ridge and pulse of her inner muscles as she stretched to take me, along with the wet proof of her desire coating my cock and making the glide inside her perfect.
A ragged sound tore from my lips. “Fuck, Charm.”
The feeling was almost too much, but it was everything I wanted.
I buried myself to the hilt in one slow, relentless stroke until our bodies were flush. I held myself deep inside her while my body shook and my forehead pressed against her shoulder blade.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I gritted out, my voice shattered. “That’s me, Charm. All of me inside you with no lies and no hiding. Así. Like this.”
I began to move.
This wasn’t the frantic, desperate pace from before.
It was deeper and more intentional, a raw and vulgar worship.
Each withdrawal became agonizing, and every thrust back inside her felt like a conquest. My arm tightened around her, locking her against me as I fucked her with deep, grinding rolls of my hips and searched for a depth I hadn’t known existed.
“This pussy,” I snarled against her ear, the words filthy and reverent at once. “This perfect, wet, tight cunt is fucking drinking me in. I can feel you, and I can feel every inch of me inside you. Eres todo para mí. You’re everything to me.”
She cried out with every thrust, the breathless sounds feeding the fire inside me. Her hand reached back and tangled in my hair, holding me against her.
“Ryan, it’s so much.”
“I know, baby.” My pace quickened, growing harder and more urgent as the pressure built deep in my stomach. “Take it. Take all of me. Quiero que sientas cuando me venga. I want you to feel it when I come.”
I shifted the angle, and my next thrust struck a spot that made her scream as her body convulsed around me.
“Right there?” I drove into the same place again. “?Ahí? You feel that? That’s where I fucking live now, inside you.”
I pounded into that spot, losing myself in the rhythm, the obscenely wet sounds of our bodies joining, and the feel of her clenching around me. My climax coiled with terrifying force, pressure gathering at the base of my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I warned her, my voice a raw scrape. “I’m going to fill you up and mark you so you remember who you belong to when I’m gone.”
“Please,” she sobbed, her release hovering close enough that I could feel it in every desperate contraction. “Please, Ryan.”
“Come with me.” My thrusts turned erratic as control slipped through my fingers. “Now, Charm. Come on my cock and let me feel you.”
Her orgasm ripped through her first. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her body seized around me. Intense spasms gripped and milked my cock, dragging my release up from somewhere deep enough to hurt.
“Fuck,” she cried in a shocked, ecstatic gasp. “I can feel how wet I am with you inside me.”
Her words and the complete surrender in them unleashed the storm.
A guttural roar ripped from the center of me as I slammed into her one final time and held.
My orgasm erupted, pulse after hot pulse shooting deep inside her.
I felt the wet heat of my release joining hers, filling her and marking her from the inside.
It was primitive, possessive, and filthy enough to belong only to us.
I collapsed behind her, spent and trembling, while the last aftershocks moved through my body. My arms locked around her as though the entire universe might try to pull her away, and our sweat-slicked skin clung together.
We stayed like that in the aftermath, our breathing ragged and slowly finding the same rhythm. The air smelled like sex, salt, and us.
When I finally softened and slipped from her, I didn’t go far. I pulled her back against me and tucked her into the curve of my body, my hand splayed low across her stomach.
Neither of us needed words. She was mine, and I was hers. For the first time in my life, I believed all the way down to my bones that I might be someone worth staying for.