And he wants me just as much.
His mouth conquers me with sensual kisses, hard kisses. Soft kisses. It’s like a new language that we speak. It doesn’t need words.
I’m telling him stuff, and he’s telling me stuff, and the thing is with this… You can’t hold kisses against anyone.
You can deny their meaning and move away from them as if they’re yesterday’s news. Like in Francisco’s case. I’m sure that day will come with Alejandro, too.
This is fluid. It comes and goes. Ebbs and flows. And I begin to understand it. And I like it. I dance with it. With them.
With him.
We’re still free and wild. And I want us to stay that way for a little longer.
Because all good things come to an end. Aren’t they?
We both burn, his shaft stirring between us. I relish his hard flesh pressed into my hip before rolling over my slit.
My legs tighten around his waist when he slides his hand under my rear.
His fingers fan over my butt cheeks. And oh, no… He’s not doing that… Yes, he is… He moves his hand so his middle finger slides between my legs, spurring a moan on my lips.
“Fuck… Fuck…” I chant quietly against his lips and hot breaths, my center throbbing around his touch.
He moves it slowly against the frenzy of pleasure in my core. Waiting. While my legs relax, still sealed around his waist.
Then he kisses me again. And we’re doing this thing. Me rocking my hips slightly. Him thrusting his finger into me.
Our tongues connected, sliding together. I could come any second now.
His hand leaves my wrists, moving to the pillow, touching my forearms, and then grabbing a fist of hair.
“Come for me, baby…”
Saying it like that in a raspy voice, with more smoke in his tone than the piles of dead leaves in October, he pushes me to the edge.
“I want you inside me…” I say, beads of sweat popping on my chest and neck and brow.
“I’ll slide inside you. But you have to come first.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because you’ll finish me too soon like you did the last time,” he murmurs, a smile tinging his voice. “I want to break you tonight, cariño. I want you to be mine.”
Questions pop into my head, but this is not the best time to ask them.
I’m edging. I’ve been edging for the past few minutes. I think I started to edge after my last orgasm.
He laughs.
“Not forever,” he adds.
Of course.
He doesn’t want me forever. How cool is that? The wicked voice in my head snickers. The nerve it has. The voice, I mean.
But even so, I fall for what he has to say.
Maybe because he bites his lip, moving his finger inside me. Finger fucking me slowly.