CHAPTER 36
TOMÁS
This is what I wanted.
For Sarina to remain my wife and, more importantly, if notmostimportantly, maintaining her power while doing so. I never imagined it would escalate to this, however. Me on my hands and knees,crawlingto her. But if this is what it’ll take for her to get used to taking control in all aspects of her life, then yeah, I’ll get on my knees for her. I’ll crawl, I’ll bark, I’ll kiss the fucking ground she walks on daily. Whatever she wants, as long as I’m included in it.
As my knees move one in front of the other, making my way on all fours over to her, I can’t help but admire how stunning and confident she looks, seated on one of the accent chairs, legs spread and hand feverishly working her clit.
Her arousal becomes audible the closer I crawl to her. Completely transfixed by the vision of her touching herself.
Finally, I’m where I’ve been aching to be, between her thighs, on my knees and at her mercy.
She stops circling her clit, gliding her fingers downward until they plunge inside of her. Practically salivating at this point for a taste, I watch her fingers pump in and out of her center, until shebrings them to her lips, painting them with her arousal. The eye contact alone that she maintains with me is enough to make my knees buckle, and it takes everything inside of me not to come as I watch her cheeks hollow around her digits, sucking them in. “I taste good.”
My dick twitches with need.
“Do you want a taste?”
I nod yes.
“How badly?”
Words escape me as primal instinct kicks in. My palms grasp onto her thighs kneading them as I make my way to her pussy.
She clicks her tongue, scooting back in her seat, blocking herself from me. “No, no. I want you to tell me how badly you want a taste.”
My fingers dig into her skin, personifying the desperation I feel. “Please, mama,” I whimper. “It’s been too long.”
Shrugging her shoulders with playful arrogance, she waits for me to plead my case further.
“I need you.”
She leans forward, grabbing onto my head needy and possessive, guiding it to her wet center.
My teeth bear down onto her clit piercing, tugging at it gently as I bring my hands to her hips and lift her up from the chair and hoisting her onto my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she squeals, excitement and lust dancing in her tone.
“Trying to get you to come at least once while I walk us up the stairs,” I say between soft kisses to her wet center, “so I can make you come, inourbed.”
Her thighs squeeze, applying pressure to my head, limiting my periphery, but my feet still successfully guide us across the main level of the penthouse and carefully up the stairs.
I stop in the doorway, still holding her up, devouring her pussy as I work towards her release, and just as her legs begin to quiver letting me know she’s close, I bring us to the bed. I sit at the edge of the mattress, slowly lowering myself until my back is lying flat so she can rest her knees on the memory foam and sink all her weight onto my face, riding it to orgasm.
Licking up the remnants of her release, savoring every ounce of it on my tongue like the elixir it is, I wait for her to say what she wants next.
Lifting herself up just enough to break the seal my mouth has on her pussy. “I want to watch you fuck me.” She points to the mirror centered on the ceiling.
As fate would have it, the day after our encounter at The Wilted Flower, I walked by an antique shop on the way to lunch with a client, and as soon as I saw the mirror, I had to have it. It reminded me of the mirrors in the room we were in, and admittedly, I purchased it out of desperation. Wanting to cling on to every detail of that night we had together. Thinking, deep down, that it would be our first and last. I never dreamed that we would reunite the way we did. And now I don’t have to stare at the ceiling anymore wondering. Instead, I can look up and see how good we look together, for as long as she’ll have me.
I lay down on the center of the mattress as soon as she tells me to, and the view I have of her trailing kisses down my body as she undresses me is borderline spiritual.
She gets on top of me reverse cowgirl, sitting up long enough for me to take my more-than-ready dick and line it up to her entrance. With that first thrust inside of her she falls back, laying on top of me. I reach my hand up and as I circle my hand over her clit our gazes meet in the mirror, and they remain on each other the entire time I’m inside of her.
“That’s it, cariño, come for me.” Her breathing becomes shattered as another orgasm leaks out of her. “So pretty when you squirt for me.”
Pleasing her brings me such euphoria. I could stay like this, buried in her, making her writhe in ecstasy all night long, denying myself release and leaving more satisfied then if I came.
