Cruz holds a single finger up in the air, twirling it in a tight circle. “Turn around. Let me see all of you.”
Still on my knees, I spin around on the bed and find him over my shoulder as he continues to watch from the foot of the bed. “Like this?”
“So good at following directions.” His palm presses between my shoulder blade as his other hand grips my hip. As he lowers me to my hands and knees, his voice is like sandpaper. “Now, tell me what you were thinking when you put on this pretty little ensemble this morning?”
“How dark your eyes would get when you saw me in it. If you’d like it.” It comes out one long string of words. Stupid brain, you weren’t supposed to admit that yet. My eyes find him, and I can’t bring myself to be mad about my admission. Pushing him was exhilarating, but the way his face softens at my admission is worth all the sexy fun that I might have just sacrificed.
The hand on my hip drags towards where I want him the most, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingertips. A deep hum leaves the back of his throat when he brushes over the drenched spot between my legs.
“Is this all from thinking about me punishing you?”
His fingers sweep over me again. “Mostly. But it’s also because I was remembering how I felt this morning when I picked this out for you—
picturing the way you would react to me in it.”
His thick fingers hook into my panties and tug them to the side. “I’m not sure I can punish you when you have been so good to me. Not this time, at least.” He sinks two fingers into me without warning and I collapse to my forearms, back arching from the pleasure that rockets through me. “Besides, Hermosa, I have to leave for the stadium soon, and that’s not something I want to do when I won’t be here to make sure you’re okay.”
The softness in his voice takes me by surprise, but I don’t get time to think about it as he slides his fingers out and then back in.
“You are a fucking sight like this. I wish you could see how you look with your ruined panties pushed to the side, riding my fingers.”
“Cruz.” His name is a plea for more.
“I suppose it’s not a punishment if you want it this bad?” His hand connects with my ass and I gasp, clenching around him tightly. Behind me, he chuckles.
“Are you—did you just laugh after you spanked me?”
“You’re just so fucking surprising. Every time you show me something new, I want you even more.” His words are sweet, and his hand comes down again. This time on the other cheek. “Fuck.” His hand smooths over the spot, soothing the sting.
“Again,” I beg, pushing my ass back towards him.
“Last one. We’ll do more another time.” When my eyes find him, his forehead is creased in concentration. He studies me like he’s worried that this is more than I can handle. “You’re dripping all over my hand at just the thought. Who would have thought you’d be such a dirty girl?”
His fingers hook inside me, hitting all the right nerve endings as his palm comes down one more time, causing me to cry out a garbled string of nonsense.
I feel him shift behind me on the bed and his fingers slide further between my legs to find my clit. I’m about to protest the loss of his finger when he brings his mouth to my center. He works me with his mouth like I’m the only thing he needs to survive for the rest of his life. Humming deep in his throat as he laps at me from behind.
My hands grip the sheets as my upper half melts into the bed, unable to hold myself up any longer with the heat coursing through my veins. Cruz pinches my clit, and it sends me tumbling into a black hole.
There’s no time to recover before he shoves his joggers down, freeing himself and entering me from behind. My hips push back into him, chasing the aftershocks of my release and drawing it out.
“Harder, Cruz.”
“That’s it, Hermosa. Take what you need.” He praises me as I continue to meet him thrust for thrust, the tingling feeling already building again at the base of my spine.
Cruz covers my back with his chest as one arm wraps around my front, gripping my breast with his large hand. He holds me tight to him, dragging me so we are both upright. The other hand travels up the curve of my waist and between my breasts before he wraps it around my throat. Just holding it there. And holy fuck. The rush of bliss that cascades through my body is like nothing I have ever experienced before.
Leaning in, Cruz’s lips graze my ear. “I wish you could feel how wet your pussy just got. My cock is fucking soaked. I knew you’d like that. Such a filthy little brat for me.”
“I fucking love it. Please don’t stop.” My hand covers his. Holding him there as I frantically chase my release. When Cruz lowers his mouth to my shoulder and bites down just enough to cause a slice of pain, I clench around him, coming harder than I thought I could.
“You’re so perfect when you come on my cock,” Cruz croons as he pulls out, flipping me so I’m on my back and thrusts back in without missing a beat. “Perfect for me.” He gives me everything he’s got as he races towards his own release. My name comes out in a hoarse shout when he seizes inside of me, letting himself go.
I’m in a daze when Cruz presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “You’re unbelievable. Let me get you cleaned up.”
“I’ll just be right here trying to figure out if there are still bones in my body or if you fucked them all out of me.”
The smirk he throws my way as he disappears through the bathroom door does nothing to calm my still racing heart. The sound of the sink running penetrates my foggy brain and then he’s back at my side, causing the mattress to dip when he lowers himself to the bed.
