She tore her mouth from mine and sank her teeth into my shoulder.
I turned my head and bit her neck.
I felt her gasp and flutter on me.
She screamed, and I knew that she was orgasming.
That’s when I pulled her impossibly closer, closed my eyes, and thrust into her like an animal. The bed was making sounds as we slammed up and down on the mattress.
She was still screaming as I found my own satisfaction and poured myself inside of her.
As we floated downward, I lay back on the bed. She was still on top of me. She wiggled, as if she was getting off, but my hands were clamped to her backside.
“Stay there.”
Her inner muscles contracted, aftershocks of her orgasm bringing me right back to life.
This time was softer, sweeter, and tenderer.
I let her control the pace totally, since I was so wiped out from the wildness of our first coupling.
Her hair was falling down around me as she supported herself on her hands and she moved onto me again and again, a slow rhythm that matched the steady beat of my heart.
But her movements eventually grew frantic. She sat up fully. Her eyes were closed tightly.
Then I felt her muscles going wild around me as she panted.
Her breasts were on display when she threw her head back and sang for me a second time.
I grunted as I released inside of her perfect body.
I pulled her down so that her head was on my chest, our bodies still connected. I gently stroked the smooth skin of her back and nibbled her shoulder.
“I think that you half-killed me that time.”
“I think that’s my line,” I said, smiling even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re insatiable.”
I could feel her body wiggling on top of mine as she laughed, and it made my body want to go again.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore. Happy.”
I stroked her back again as I felt her relax a little. She was sleepy. I should let her rest.
Rolling her to her side and then flipping her around, I put my arm over her waist.
“Sleep,” I commanded.
I felt her yawn and then she was still, breathing deeply.
I loved having her in my bed. I wished that every day was like this.
I didn’t want to leave her, but that thought spurred me into action. What I was about to do was far more impulsive than I normally was, but she’d been shocked and horrified by Alejandro’s drug use. I knew, after dating all the women who would worm their way into my life for the money, power, and drugs, that she’d never ask for any of that. She had no clue what I could give her.
She only wanted me, and I wanted her.
So I had an errand to run. I left her there, sleeping in my bed, where I wanted to keep her forever.