I freeze.
“What now?”
“We’re engaged.”
“You need to stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Saying things that were never said in the first place. You did it when you wanted me to move in and you’ve done it just now. Not once did I hear you ask me to marry you.”
“Actions are better than words.”
“Actions. It’s a bracelet not an engagement ring.”
“You want an engagement ring? I thought you’d prefer the bracelet.”
“Carlos stop being difficult before I hit you over the head with a frying pan.”
“I’m sorry for not being clear. Are you going to tell the boys?”
“Tell them what? You’re trying to trap me with word play, Carlos. I know you.”
“There’s no point asking when it’s gonna happen anyway.”
I put my hands on my face and rub my eyes. This man is infuriating.
“Give me a kiss,” he says.
“I should give you a slap. Such a pain in the ass.”
Carlos kisses me and as always, I give in to him and let myself fall all over again. Enjoying his thick tongue dancing with mine, and his hands that find their way down to my ass. It doesn’t take long for things to heat up to boiling levels. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, my joggers are around my ankles and his face is in between my cheeks, prodding and licking, getting me ready for his cock. Nobody fucks like Carlos Silva.
“That’s enough prep, get in me now,” I beg, bending myself over the kitchen counter. It’s become our favorite spot of ours to do this.
He stands behind me and I hear the unbuckling of his belt and the sound of his zip, then that familiar tip at my entrance. He lifts my shirt and caresses my back before giving a salacious lick over my scars. They have a different meaning now. Carlos has turned pain into pleasure and I love it when he pays attention to my stripes.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I demand.
The sound of the olive oil jar, followed by his wet fingers circling my hole, I push back, giving the order. I’m not that patient and need him inside of me.
Finally, he pushes inside and we both moan at the sensation. I love him inside of me. We sometimes mix it up but this is what I prefer. To be full of him, to have him as close to me as anyone can get.
“I want it hard,” I say.
“Very demanding today, aren’t we?”
“Yes, now fuck me or get out.”
Before I can finish the sentence he is fucking me so good. The worktop digs into my stomach as the force of his thrusts pushes me against the hard surface. Putting more of his weight over me, his mouth connects with the back of my neck and he bites down hard.
“Ahhh,” I shout. So fucking good.
“You going to jack yourself off, I’m close, so close,” he pants and groans into my ear. The weight of him on top of me makes it impossible to move. I manage to reach down and rub myself, the pre cum providing the perfect lubrication.
“Fuck yeah, you gonna marry me, little lion?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” I babble as I cum all over my hand. I can’t believe he asked that while fucking me.
