“You know I do.” My body bows from the delicious force. “Not to save me, but just to love me.”
“I do love you.”
“I love you, too.” I press my lips to his. What else do I have to lose except all of myself? With Tate I can be a different person, and maybe it’s time for that.
Once the barriers are broken, our lust gives way. No longer is our pleasure measured or controlled. It’s a free-flowing river. Straight ecstasy now. As pure as the cocaine the Deltoros distribute.
The rush of my orgasm comes on quickly, and soon it has my whole body detained in a sexual frenzy. I bury my face against Tate’s neck as my clit tingles and my pussy burns with the sweetest torment. I cry out through my climax, my body shivering and shuddering as a rapturous cleansing passes through me.
Tate responds to my flood of arousal, slipping effortlessly in and out of my body until he’s shaking. With one last, powerful thrust, he stills with a backbreaking groan that I feel vibrate all throughout my core.
I find extreme satisfaction in watching him come.
In sharing in something so profound and personal.
“What?” He feels me looking at him.
“Nothing.” I smile. “I just like watching you.”
“I like watching you, too,” he speaks with his eyes closed. “I like touching you, and hearing you, and being inside you.” He wraps one of his legs around mine. “You’re never getting away from me now.”
I rest my head on his chest. “I hope I never have to.”
20
Tate
I make Dove come,again.
We’ve been going at it all night and for most of the day. I can’t keep my hands off her. I thought I’d lost her, and now that I have her back, I can’t bring myself to let her go.
I lap at her wet folds, her orgasm sweeter than ambrosia and just as rare.
I slide into her soaked pussy and find Nirvana. It’s like this every single time. It just keeps getting better and better, and I just keep wanting more and more.
Reveling in her worn-out body, I circle my hips, and her thighs part. Dove lays there doped up on ecstasy as I take full advantage of her drowsy state.
I like to go slow. I like to watch her, the same as she likes to watch me.
I slip in and out of her, sweeping my pelvis over her clit. It’s swollen and bright pink from my biting and sucking. And I know extra sensitive. She moans with my every movement, provoking my stirring orgasm.
I thrust in deep, feeling her pussy contract. My spine ignites, and I do it again, and again, until the feeling is tingling in my tailbone.
“I told you the beauty of our love was in the storm.”
Dove cracks her bleary eyes open. The yellow around her pupil blazing against the dark green. “You were trying to tell me then.”
“I wanted to tell you everything. I just couldn’t. Not yet.”
“I know now.” Her lids lower, and I kiss each one.
“I promise we will make things work. No matter what.”
“I know that, too.” Dove caresses my chest.
She’s so certain now. Her decisions always seem to be made in stone. As much as her stubbornness and tenacity drove me crazy, I know it’s those qualities that will also make this relationship work. We have a long, hard road ahead of us.
"Eres mi corazón, mi alma, mi todo ahora, mi amor.”
