“Am I going to find you soaked through these pretty panties?” I ask as I move my hand between us to touch her. She whimpers in the affirmative as I run my fingers along the lace covering her up. Her panties are an absolute mess, and I’m internally beating my chest like some caveman. The little breathy sounds she’s making, her whimpers, the way she starts writhing her hips when I touch her, it’s all making me completely feral. I can feel my heart pounding so hard that I’m surprised it’s not physically leaving my chest. Moving her onto the bed, I prowl over her as she lies down. I inhale her jasmine and white tea scent while I nibble and suck on her neck. Her legs and arms wrap around me like she can’t bring me close enough as she lavishes kisses along my jaw and runs her tongue up the column of my throat. Finally I move down her body and pull at the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips to help me take them off of her and I toss them aside. Her bra goes next and finally, finally, I am seeing Tania Castillo completely naked. I’m not a religious man, but this is what I imagine a religious experience is like.
Miles of soft golden skin, her peaked nipples a dusky rose color, her chest heaving, her legs fidgeting with need, and her pussy already glistening. I palm her breasts, andthey fill my hands like they’re made for them. I bend down to take one in my mouth while I pinch the other nipple, then switch to give them each the same attention. She gasps when I give each nipple a tug with my teeth before nipping the soft curve of each breast. Moving down her body, I kiss and nip every inch of her that I can, leaving little marks, until I reach where she wants me most. Her whimpers and moans are becoming pleas and it’s music to my ears.
“Do you want my mouth, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Carlo, please,” she breathes. My smile is probably pure mischief as I meet her eyes.
“Since you asked so nicely.” I grab a pillow and have her lift her hips to put it under her lower back. After this morning, I know what she likes and dive right in. Her sweet and musky taste makes me almost frenzied as I devour her. I feel her fluttering and clenching, so I add two fingers to get her to the edge. Then I use my other hand to press down on her lower stomach so that she really feels everything. When I curl my fingers in the perfect spot, she bows off the bed with a scream of my name.
“That’s it, mi sueño,” I croon, working her through it until she’s almost boneless on the bed. When she fully comes down, I gather her into my arms to kiss her senseless, letting her taste herself on me. She pulls at the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I help her get them off of me. I watch her with avid interest as she spits on her hand and reaches for me, giving me a few good tugs.
“Do you have condoms?” she asks. I’m moving in an instant to get to my bedside drawer. I double check the date, and thank fuck they’re not expired since I haven’t bought any in probably almost two years. I tear the package open and roll it on. When I move back over her, our foreheads touch as I position myself at her entrance.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she whispers, gripping my shoulders and looking at me with so much trust.
I press in and have to tense every muscle to keep from becoming a two pump chump. We both gasp at the feeling of me entering her, her arms and legs wrapping around me like a silky cocoon as she kisses me feverishly. Slowly, I move in and out, going a little deeper each time to get her used to my size and the piercings. When I’m to the hilt, I hold still so I can gather myself. I want to savor every moment and sensation of this, take my time, so that our first time is special. Our breaths mingle, our eyes lock, and so much emotion passes between us in this moment. This is far from just a fuck. Once we both settle, she digs her heels into my ass to silently ask me to move, and then I’m lost in her.
“You feel so incredible,” I rasp. Her tight heat is completely consuming me.
“So do you,” she pants. “I feel every rung of that ladder and it’s practically sending me into space.” I keep moving in slow, dragging strokes, letting the piercings hit every inch of her inner walls. They’re working just the way they’re intended, eliciting so many moans from her as she writhes underneath me. We’re staring at each other as I watch her eyes soften to a dreamy haze, then fill with tears. I lean on my forearms to bracket my hands around her face as I keep my slow and steady pace while I swipe a tear with my thumb.
“Sorry,” she whispers brokenly. “This is incredible, and I’m feeling way too much. It’s overwhelming.” I brush her cheeks again and kiss her slowly, then meet her eyes again.
“It’s overwhelming for me too in the best possible way, sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips. I start to go just alittle harder, a little deeper, and I feel her walls starting to flutter and convulse as she gets close.
“Come on, mi sueño. Come for me,” I rumble. At my words, her pussy becomes a complete vice around me and she starts to whimper my name over and over again. With one more stroke, electricity zips down my spine and I’m coming the hardest I ever have in my life, growling her name as my hips stutter. I ride us both through it until I can’t move anymore, and then collapse onto my back. She comes with me since she’s still wrapped around me and straddles me. God, this is the most incredible look on her. My dream woman is on top of me with puffy lips, bright and sated eyes, bite marks on her chest, freshly fucked hair, and I will never be able to get enough.
“That was…” she can’t even complete the thought before she collapses fully on top of me, nuzzling into my neck. I rub my nose into her hair contentedly.
“Yeah, for me too,” I tell her in a daze, almost drunk on the feelings she’s bringing out of me right now. After a few minutes of lying like that, we get up and clean ourselves in the shower, going one more round against the tiles. I’ve never been so content in my life as I am when we crawl back into bed together, snuggle with the cats, and drift into a heavy sleep brought on by the multiple mind blowing orgasms.
Chapter 17
TANIA
Carlo kisses me deeply as he heads out to work on Tuesday, saying his usual goodbye to the cats before he leaves. I’ve been in a permanent orgasm haze since Sunday, the man has serious stamina. It all plays back through my mind in a daydream as I drink my coffee and eat my bagel with cream cheese. The feel of his muscles working underneath my hands, his warm skin, his spiced scent, his husky voice whispering filthy things in my ear. He’s starting to imprint himself on my very soul. I never realized how lonely and touch starved I was until he managed to bust through my walls and show me what a real relationship and genuine affection from a partner looks like.
It’s taken me a little time, and I still need to work on myself. I’m starting to realize that I don’t have to do things alone, and that I’m not necessarily always better on my own. I’ll always have an independent streak and a tendency to be a loner, but allowing myself to lean on Carlo when I need to makes me feel so much lighter. My chest isn’t as heavy and I’m not as anxious. He soothes every jagged edge I have, and gives me the safe space tonot always be completely together or ok. If I’m not together or ok, he is there to help hold the pieces of me and keep them safe while I lean on him. I hope he feels like he can do the same with me.
The cats obviously keep me company the whole morning. They’re little shadows constantly following me while I putter around the apartment to do some cleaning, watch a little TV, and get showered before I leave for my appointment with the lawyer to get the deed for the house in Spain. I’m anxious to see if they have some answers about why my parents never sold the house, what condition it might be in after 20 years of neglect, and maybe some advice on whether I should keep it or sell it. Home ownership is not something I thought I would ever achieve, and the money from selling the house in Spain would really help me out. It could give me the means to buy here instead of Carlo and me paying rent. Part of me is reluctant to give up this final piece of my parents, though. My practical side is warring with my normally dormant sentimental side until my thoughts are a tornado. I try to shut it all up by blaring my favorite playlist on the hour long drive to their office.
The office is in a complex overlooking a small park by the shore. I can actually smell the salt in the air and hear the gulls. Late morning sun dances off of the windows of the surrounding buildings, creating beams of light. Once I park, I head to the little guide in the lobby to find the Law Offices of Kiel, Brecht, and D’Angelo. It’s on the 3rdfloor, so I head up to find it with no problem and with a few minutes to spare. The receptionist greets me with a warm smile when I walk in, his hazel eyes crinkling beneath tortoiseshell glasses.
“Hi, I have an appointment with Mr. Brecht at 11,” I tell him. He hits a few keys and nods at his screen.
“Yes, he’ll be right with you Miss Castillo. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?”
“Oh I’m good, thank you.”
“Sure! Just let me know if you need anything, you can have a seat until he’s off his phone call.” I sit in one of the plush leather chairs in the reception area, wringing my hands. It’s been a couple of months since the house was left to me, and I have put this off and put this off because I don’t think I wanted to address the last thing my parents still kind of own. If I leave it alone, there is something forever tying them to this world, in their name. Paola and Vicente Castillo still exist in their homeland in a weird way, even if it’s only been held in estate. Maybe it isn’t rational, but it’s something for me to hold onto when there hasn’t been a whole lot of that in my life. It can’t just sit there, unfortunately. I need to get the deed and figure out what to do with it. I’m pulled from my thoughts by the receptionist calling my name.
“He’s off the phone, come on back with me, please,” he says, beckoning me toward the glass doors that go into a hallway lined with a huge conference room on the right and several other doors. The second door on the left says Elias Brecht, Esq in a plaque on the door, and the receptionist gently knocks before being asked to come in.
“Mr. Brecht, your 11 o’clock is here.”
“Thanks, Adam,” he says with a smile before Adam heads back to his desk. Then Brecht turns to me to hold out his hand. He’s older, with silver lacing his pale blond hair and plenty of lines around his ice blue eyes. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Castillo, thanks for coming in. We’ll get the transfer of this house all sorted out.”
