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I toss the flowers to the ground as she wraps about me and the kiss deepens, grows harder and more erotic. Grinding into her, I revel in the soft heat of her body, the way her hips move up to meet my clothes on moves. Even those sharper angles are delicious, the places where, if she ate properly, she’d soften.
I’ll take Nadia any way I can have her. The only reason I don’t like her being too skinny is it comes from her own pain and anxiousness. Nadia never ate properly when upset.
Her fingers dig into my ass, pulling me deeper into her. I oblige, biting, kissing, licking a path down her throat. Everywhere I go it’s familiar and new.
The familiar perfect because I know the buttons to push to give us both the best ride, to make her shake apart and squirt. And the new’s exhilaration, the way a half breath might stutter, her pulse flicker firefly crazy under my tongue. An unexpected moan when I do something different and right.
“Bedroom?”
I just pick her up as an answer and carry her there. I’m already fucking rock hard and want this over and done because there’s nothing like fucking Nadia and coming. I want it to last forever because this is probably the last time.
I want her ass, but that’s not fair to her if we never do this again. She’s mine. I want to mark her so no other man comes close to me in her future. But I’m not taking that and then leaving.
She’s panting, and so am I, as we rip at each other’s clothes. She’s so wet that her panties have soaked through.
My junk’s in the blue ball arena already and we just started. Fuck, how am I gonna get through this? I want to do all kinds of wild and filthy things with her, to her, and I need to worship her.
Her hand wraps around my erection, and I bite her bottom lip, running my tongue along it as she shudders and moans. I slip my fingers over her cunt, and finger her, hooking them inside her to massage her G-spot.
“Diego. In me, please.”
We tumble to the bed, a tangle of limbs, teens lost in that moment where it’s pure passion and no finesse.
But we know each other so well. It’s sense memory and the passionate frenzy isn’t teeth knocking against teeth or elbows in the wrong place. It’s perfect.
I make my way down her body, suckling her breasts, biting on the soft sweet flesh and down so I can taste her, but she grabs, me and says, “No.”
I want that cunt. But for Nadie and only for her will I give in. My wants are selfish, but she benefits. And she says no.
Her hand comes back to my cock, over the sensitive head and this time I let her guide me. I push in and her tightness is as always a beautiful thing.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I say.
Nadie does and I sink all the way into her. I find her mouth again and start to sip at it, licking along her lips, over her tongue, drawing it into my mouth. I go from carnal to sweet drugging kisses as I move in her.
I roll my hips how she likes. And she raises to meet me. We go from a deep, intimate fuck to something hard and frenzied as that hardcore passion catches us again. I’m slamming into her now, her fingers digging into my ass as she rolls her hips up with each thrust, and I’m in so fucking deep I’m part of her.
She’s exquisite. Pure decadence. She’s life and heat, lust and love, and want and need. I don’t know where one starts and the other begins. Each of her moans is mine, every shudder of her pleasure sets off a wave in me. As she starts to flutter, throb, and spasm, I ride it, even as everything in me screams for release. I ride through her orgasm until she has another and then I can’t take it.
Nadia’s moaning my name, words of love, and every single syllable sinks into my blood. I thrust deep and come, spurting into her. My cock twitching as the walls of her cunt clamp on me, over and over again.
“Oh, fuck. Nadie . . .”
I kiss her and roll so we’re still locked together but she’s not taking my weight. I smooth her hair and take her lips again and again until I close my eyes and rest my head against hers.
We stay like that, wrapped together, as though it’s just us keeping the world together.
I don’t know how long it is, but finally we pull apart and I know I have to go. I’ve got things to do, to make sure will happen, beyond the texts. Calling to arrange Jay’s return, making sure all the right people are watched.
And maybe go do one thing I’ve put off.
Getting up, I get dressed.
“Diego.”
I close my eyes, not sure what she’s going to say, but trying to hold every single cadence in her voice when she says my name. I’m fucking thinking to torture myself with.
“Yeah?”
