She bites back a smile as she takes off her panties, rolling them down her slender thighs. I watch her, eager to run my hands all over her body.
She steps out of them and looks at me for further instruction.
“Let’s move this to the bed,” I tell her.
When she turns to walk ahead of me, I grab her ass and usher her over to the bed.
“Get on.”
She obeys my instructions, taking off her pumps then climbing onto the bed. No longer looking nervous. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. She should be nervous of me, but the same spell of shit that got me might have her under its control, too, so neither of us can see logic.
Her eager eyes settle on me, drinking me in as I start undoing the buttons on my shirt. She watches me, and raw hunger fills her gaze when the soft cotton falls open and she notices my tattoos.
She doesn’t look at me differently to what any other woman would. What’s different is her. She’s the type of woman I would normally avoid for the forbidden aspects of her, but that’s the very thing that’s keeping me going. Being with a woman I shouldn’t have. It’s at odds with me because I always get what I want, and nothing is off limits to me.
As I strip out of my clothes, I think of how tonight will go, and every other night.
I get on the bed and surprise her when I reach for her tiny waist and set her on my lap backward.
“Now we can take care of both our needs.” I smirk when she looks back at me and her eyes grow wide.
She knows what I mean to do, so when I slide onto my back and position her so her pussy is on my face, she takes my cock, and we form the perfect sixty-nine.
She resumes sucking my cock, and I thrust my tongue into her hot, wet pussy. One taste of her sweet arousal and the floral scent of her, and I don’t think I’m simply going to want to fuck around tasting each other.
I suck on her clit, and a loud moan falls from her lips.
“Please… I need to come,” she begs.
“Not yet, Bonita.” I flick my tongue over her swollen nub, and she cries out when I push my face into her pussy.
“Alejandro…” she pleads, the sound of my name on her lips like music to my ears.
Caught in the rapture of pleasure, she grinds her ass over my face, losing control, and lets out a half-pained, half-pleasure whimper. A sound I want to hear again and again before she comes, so I thrust my tongue into her once more.
“I can’t hold it anymore…” Her hot breath skitters over my skin.
“Come for me,” I say, and she does.
On the edge of a soft feminine cry, her arousal flows into my mouth, and I take it all, licking up every bit.
The moment I taste the rich, sweet nectar, I think of having her come like that around my cock, and I lose control.
Fuck it, I want her. I want to fuck her, and why shouldn’t I? Look at her. Except the skirt, barely on her hips, she’s naked and in my arms, ready for the taking.
Her body is still quivering when I slide her down my waist. She rolls onto her back and gazes at me, red-faced, and her hair wilder.
A flicker of apprehension seeps into her eyes, and I wonder if she’s having second thoughts. Or if she’s just remembered she should be scared of me.
Or maybe it’s something else.
The same something that beckoned me to warn her away from crossing that line and liking me outside of our contract.
I angle closer, taking her beautiful doll-like face, and she holds on to my shoulders.
“I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to,” she mutters, her voice barely a whisper to my soul. It speaks directly to my inner desire and forbids me to stop denying myself of what I want.
I claim her lips once more, crushing mine to hers, and she kisses me back, melting her soft curves into the hardlines of my body.
I flip her onto her hands and knees and part her thighs to return to where she craves me. Taking her hips, I guide my cock to her slick entrance and slam into her tight pussy.