She shook her head. “Shit.”
I nodded. “Si. shit.”
What else was I supposed to say in that moment? Was I finally going to have what I’d been begging for for months?
“I need you out of this, Vera. Can I?”
I nodded, letting her take control like she wanted to. Our first time was me showing her what she’d been missing in life. Tonight, she was showing me what I’d been missing.
She slowly undressed me, starting with my suspenders before unbuttoning my shirt. She stopped when my bare chestwas exposed, not able to keep her eyes off it. It was nothing special, but with the way she was looking at it, I felt perfect.
“Good God.” She lowered the shirt off my arms until I was standing before her, topless.
I reveled in the fact that she was speechless, but I didn’t say anything either. I let the heat coursing between us fill the room.
She pulled me closer from my belt and undid it before sliding my pants down my legs and I was standing there in only my boxers. They were navy blue, of course, and fit like a second skin.
“Shit,” she said before she kissed me.
I had enough. I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, feeling her legs wrapped around me as we kissed. She felt so perfect.
“Fuck, Vera,” she moaned.
I turned us around and carried her to the bed before I laid her on it, slowly lowering myself to make my way down to take off her underwear. I heard her intake of breath when I got near her pussy and I licked my lips.
“I’m desperate to taste you again, princesa. To feel you clench around my fingers. To taste you when you come.”
I took off her underwear and threw it somewhere in the room. Not caring where it landed. She looked just as perfect as I’d remembered and I went to devour her before she sat up and shook her head.
“Me first. I’m in charge, remember?”
I frowned. I’d never had anyone do that before, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to go. I was usually the giver in my relationships or hookups. “Cara?—”
“Boxers off, Vera.”
Fuck me! I never wanted to take charge again. If I could’ve heard Cara be so demanding all the time, I would’ve died happy.
“¡Mierda!” I all but whimpered before I did as I was told. “Whatever my woman wants, she gets.”
“That’s right. And right now, she wants to taste you.”
Well, alright then. Who was I to argue? When she laid down, though, I hesitated when she motioned for me to join her. While I was desperate for her to touch any part of me, if she was suggesting what I thought she was, I wasn’t sure about that.
“Cara, I have to tell you… I’ve never been on the receiving end. I’m usually the giver.”
“Vera, I really don’t want to hear about where your tongue has been. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. But if you’re worried about how I’m feeling, don’t. I want this, Vera. I want you to sit on my face and let me finally taste you.”
I slid up the bed on top of her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I want this, Cara. I want everything with you.”
“Then please sit down.” She grinned.
I did as I was told and got into position. The first swipe of her tongue had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Jesus Christ,” I moaned, unable to help it.
She was a goddess in all aspects of life. The way she worked, the way she cared for her friends, the way she fucked me with her tongue. This. This was exactly what I’d been missing. I’d been missing her.
She licked and sucked my clit until I was begging her to let me come. “Fuck, princesa. Please don’t stop. It feels so good, baby.”
I’d never been much of a talker during sex, but it felt so good I wasn’t acting like myself. I did risk a glance at her, just to see if she was affected by what I’d said. She didn’t seem to mind as she kept worshiping my clit, making stars dance behind my eyes.
