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I smile and wrap my legs around him. “Show me.” A squeal escapes when he moves toward the stairs that lead up to the loft. I turn my focus on his strong jaw, nibbling and kissing it as we ascend the stairs. The pulsing vein in his throat draws me closer, and I lick a trail of heat from the bottom of the vein all the way to his earlobe.
He grunts out loud at the top of the stairs and, together, we fall to the bed, mouths fused together so tightly that I’m sure no one will ever separate us again. “I need to fuck you.”
I smile and nod. “Please.”
He tears at my clothes like a mad man, and I love how hungry he is for me. I squirm at how he looks at me when I’m completely naked, like he’s found some lost treasure. One of his fingers starts climbing the inside of my thigh while the other traces lazy circles around my nipple.
“You’re so fucking responsive to my every touch.”
“No one makes me feel the way you do,” I admit and arch into his touch. My nipples are hard, my pussy aches for his touch, but all he does is tease me.
“Remember that,” he growls as his finger finally finds my pussy. “Remember how wet you get from my touch Valentina.”
“Remind me.”
One finger slides deep, and I moan loudly, prompting him to add another. “This pussy is so greedy,” he says.
I can hear the satisfied smile in his voice, but all I can do is moan.
“Okay, just one taste,” he promises.
“Oh!” My eyes snap open and I look down to find his face buried between my legs, his tongue circling my clit while his finger plunges in and out of me. “Dix,” I moan over and over again because holy fuck the man is a pussy whisperer.
In response, he moans as his tongue flicks my clit until a quick orgasm is ripped from my body. He slides his fingers out of me and rubs my juices all over my boobs.
Dix growls and slams balls deep in one long stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He leans forward and brushes a soft kiss against my lips before turning his attention to my tits and the juices still glistening there.
The sight of this man, strong and beautiful, so hungry for me, is erotic as hell. I can already feel my next orgasm bubbling to the surface. “I love the way you make me feel, Dix.”
He grabs my knees and pushes them up and over his shoulders, palming them as he pounds into me, deep strokes that blur my vision. He looks like a dream. “Same, Valentine. This cunt is everything.”
“It’s yours,” I tell him as pleasure erupts from me, shaking my entire body to my core. I have never felt an orgasm quite like this. My body feels like exposed nerve endings, sensitive and on fire and I don’t want this feeling to disappear.
Dix keeps fucking me faster and harder and, instead of fading, my pleasure is stuck on high. I can’t stop shaking and convulsing. Every stroke brings me a new type of pleasure, a different sensation, and I swear I can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slides in and out.
“Oh, fuck Valentina. Babe.” His eyes slam shut, his hips move even faster, ever deeper, those last few strokes pulling something else out of me all together. Those telltale jerky moves begin, and I feel him explode inside me.
The pressure builds and builds and then there’s a rush of liquid between us that feels like the world’s most intense release. “Oh. Si! Diosito!”
Dix opens his eyes, a smile of pure masculine pride in his smile. “Shit, babe. It’s like that, huh?” He presses his hips forward again and again, long and slow. “So fucking wet. This pussy loves me.”
I smile up at him. She’s not the only one. “You speak her language.”
He laughs so loud and booming, so full of happiness that I can feel tears forming behind my eyes. I don’t let them fall, because I don’t want to ruin this moment, this intense physical sensation that’s attaching itself to my heart.
“I…” He doesn’t finish the thought, just shakes his head and leans forward to kiss me long and slow until his cock slips from my body.
Neither of us moves for a long time. Eventually, sleep claims us for long hours, minus the few times we wake up and reach for one another, bodies so needy for each other that it’s instinctive, animalistic. Powerful.
Smiling wider than ever, I slip on his t-shirt sometime just before sunrise and slip from the bed on shaky legs. I have stubble rash all over my body, but I can’t stop smiling as I pad down the steps and into the kitchen.
