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"No?"
"No, I don't want you to wear one," I say.
He growls my name, lifting his hips at the same time to slide deeper. I moan and claw at his shoulders, stunned by how good it feels. He seems to know how much I like it because he uses his hands on my waist to lift me up and then slide me back down. The water splashes around us.
"Me fala como você gosta," he whispers in my ear before I feel the tip of his tongue curl around the shell of it. "Tell me how you like it,querida.Mais?" He bounces me on his cock a few times, cursing each time he bottoms out. It feels so damn good. With the hot water frothing and lapping around me and his hands on my waist, doing all the work, I feel like I'm flying.
"Sim! Mais forte, mais forte," I cry.
"Me beija."
I give him what he wants, biting his bottom lip and then kissing him. He growls and his hands tighten around my waist. He bounces me on his erection again, harder this time. When I sob into his mouth, he makes the sexiest sound I've ever heard. It's partially a possessive growl, partially a purr of satisfaction. I feel it deep in my core, in that place he keeps touching every time he moves inside me.
We kiss and bite and moan as he makes love to me, lifting me up and down his cock like he knows exactly what I need to get me there. The broad head drags against some wickedly delicious spot inside me, hitting it over and over. He touches me everywhere, running his hands all over my body before wrapping my braid around one hand to pull my head back.
"Look at you," he growls when I cry out in pleasure at the way it stings and burns. "So hot for it. So greedy for more."
"Mais," I say, unable to deny it. I do want more. Until I'm drowning in him and the way he makes me feel so alive and so damn beautiful. No one has ever looked at me the way he does ortouched me the way he does. No one has ever bossed their way into my heart with such casual familiarity, like he knew it was supposed to be his. From day one, he knew.
He fucks me hard one minute and then soft the next, keeping me on the edge until I'm pleading for mercy. Even then, he doesn't let me go over. He just keeps on and on, wrecking me over and over. I bite his neck and claw down his back. I squirm until he lets me take the lead. His hands interlock behind his head and he leans back, grinning at me.
"Go ahead then,querida. Take what you want from me," he says. "Ride my cock."
It takes me a moment to find a rhythm, but when I do, his eyes drop to my tits and his expression goes feral. He reaches for them, playing with my nipples while I rock above him, taking him all the way and then pulling back to start all over. Within moments, the sight of him below me, the way he's touching me, the heat of the water, and the feel of him inside me send me spiraling out of this world.
"Gray," I gasp, trying to tell him that I'm going to come. But somehow, he knows.
"Ah, fuck. You're going to come on me, aren't you?" he asks, grabbing me around the waist again. "Do it then, angel. Come all over your man."
"I…I…"
He takes control again, his eyes locked on me like he can't look away. He yanks me down on him and then lifts me off to do it again, moving so fast the water splashes against the sides of the hot tub with a slap on every thrust. I writhe on his erection, sobbing his name. But it's not enough. I need more.
I reach between us, touching my clit.
"Ah, fuck yeah," he growls. "Touch your pussy, Camila."
I bite my lip to contain my cries, rolling my fingers over my clit as he pounds into me, whispering dirty things in my ear. He tellsme how tight I am and how wet I am. How he can't wait to tie me to his bed and keep me like this all day long. How he's going to ruin me for anyone but him. As if he hasn't already done that. As if anyone else even exists to me.
"Gray. Oh my god, Gray."
"I love you, Camila," he whispers, going from filthy to sweet in the blink of an eye. "Você é minha.Você é tudo pra mim."
It's the sweet words that send me over the edge. They fill my heart and overflow in my veins, turning me into a giant ball of sensation. It's warm. So warm. I cry out his name, digging my nails into his shoulders as if that's going to keep me from exploding into ash and floating away. It won't. I already know it.
"Camila. God, Camila," he groans, right there with me.
I sob his name as I crumble and fall, tumbling headfirst into the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. It doesn't explode inside me like the last one. This one ignites deep in my belly and then rolls outward, igniting every inch of me in an inferno of love and lust and pleasure. They're so tangled together, I can't tell one from the other.
He growls my name, roaring it into the room as my center locks down on his cock. And then he's coming with me. He releases inside me again and again, warming me from the inside out. The fact that he isn't wearing a condom probably shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, but it does anyway. I want this man's babies.
My orgasm reignites at the thought, sending a wave of aftershocks through me. They steal my breath, leaving me gasping like a little fish and writhing. I hear him saying my name, whispering it as if he can't stop himself.
"Te amo. Te amo. Te amo," I chant back to him, hoping he knows how much I mean it. I always thought falling would make me feel vulnerable or afraid, but I don't. With him, I feel powerful, as if loving him makes me stronger. As if being nearhim makes me powerful. I'm not sure if it's always like that or if it's just him, but I love it.
I love him.
We moan and rock and kiss, both lost in one another as we come. It's the most perfect moment I've ever experienced, one I know I'll cherish for the rest of my life. I don't have to ask to know he feels the same way. I feel it in the way he touches me, holding me like I'm spun glass, kissing me like I'm a miracle.
