“Making you come gets me off,” he said, letting his touch trail back up to her pussy, where he used his thumb to circle her clit with a too-light-to-bring-her-over pressure. “But I don’t want you to come right now. Not until I tell you to.”
“Okay,” she said, breath coming faster. “I want you inside of me when I come. I need you inside of me.”
“I need you to answer my question,” Bubba said, shifting until he was on top of her, but not allowing his body to touch hers. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done in bed?”
“Kiss me,” she said, lifting her head, but he anticipated her move and pulled out of reach.
“Tell me, Marisol,” he said, reducing the pressure of his circles against the center of her pleasure. “Tell me, or I’m not going to make you come for a long, long time.”
Marisol trapped her bottom lip and bit down hard enough to turn the skin white.
“Tell me,” he said, bringing his hand to his engorged length and using the tip of his cock to tease her clit, making her cry out. “You know you want to.”
“Spanking,” she said, gasping out the word. “I used to like to get spanked, okay?”
“But you don’t anymore,” he said, rewarding her honesty by driving a finger inside her tight heat, drawing another cry from her throat.
She shook her head. “No. It reminds me of…him.”
“Pretty soon, it will only remind you of me,” he said, delivering a swat to her bare ass that made her entire body stiffen beneath him. But he knew it wasn’t fear or displeasure that made her muscles go rigid. It was desire, he could see it in the way her eyes glazed over as he delivered another sharp swat.
But just in case, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She shook her head, the vulnerability in her eyes making his heart do strange things in his chest as he stroked his hands down her thighs. “Please don’t stop.”
“Then roll over,” he whispered, pulling back to help her shift positions, taking a moment to admire how lovely she looked with her arms bound and her ass tipped up to welcome his hand before he let go.
He started off soft, using just enough pressure to make her wiggle in frustration, but within a few moments he was reddening her flesh in earnest, delivering stinging swats that made her cry out, and saying things he knew weren’t sweet or tender, but seemed to drive Marisol crazy. She was writhing by the time he reached for a condom, begging him to take her, and he couldn’t remember actually opening the damn condom or sliding it on.
He’d lost track of time and his mouth, but he never lost track of his hands. He was careful never to use enough force to hurt his beautiful girl, only enough to bring her pleasure, to make sure the blood in her body had rushed down to pool in her pelvis by the time he flipped her over, hitched her legs around his waist and drove inside her.
She cried out as he shoved to the end of her, a sound of relief, pleasure, and surrender that cut straight through his heart. It was a cry that said she wasn’t sorry she’d put herself in his hands, and that there was nowhere else she wanted to be.
“I’m so in love with you,” he said against her mouth as he pulled out and drove back inside her. “I want to fuck you forever. I want to fuck you until I’m so old you have to prop up my dick with a stick and twine to keep me hard.”
“I want to touch you,” she moaned into his mouth. “Please, let me touch you.”
He reached up and had her hands free a moment later. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him so tight it was hard to breathe, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to breathe, he needed to be deeper inside her, closer to her heartbeat, her breath, her spirit. He needed to feel her ribs bruising his through their skin and her pussy gripping him tighter as he neared the edge and know that there was nothing between them now but pleasure and truth.
“God, Robert, please,” she moaned, her nails clawing into his back, making his balls ache in prelude to the orgasm bearing down on him. “Can I come now, can I—”
“Come for me, baby,” he said, picking up his pace until he was slamming inside of her, fighting to hold on until he felt her go. “Come for me. Now!”
And then she did, her slick heat spasming around his cock in clutching waves that demanded his orgasm the same way he’d demanded hers. He came with a wild sound, hips grinding into hers as his cock jerked and pulsed inside of her. Like last night, the release seemed to last forever, so much longer than it ever had with any other woman.
But Marisol wasn’t any other woman, she was something special, something unique and shrouded in mystery, but who cared? He was willing to dust off the pieces of her heart as she handed them over one piece at a time, like an archeologist reassembling a treasure. She was worth it, this soul-shattering bliss they’d found together was worth whatever it cost to assure he never had to tell Marisol goodbye.
“I’ll wait as long as it takes to learn your secrets,” he whispered against the sweat-slick skin of her neck as they lay twined together after, fighting for breath. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours. And you’re mine. No returns, no exchanges.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, a sliver of doubt in her voice that he didn’t care for.
He threaded his fingers through her hair as he pulled back to look her in her big brown eyes. “You’re mine,” he said, in a tone that brooked no argument. “And I will take excellent care of every part of you, but I want to hear you say it.” His tongue swept out to dampen his suddenly dry lips. “I need to hear you say it, M. I need to know you feel this…thing between us the same way I do.”
“Of course I do,” she said, eyes shining. “God, how can you doubt it? Can’t you see what you do to me? In a few days, you’ve gotten closer to me than anyone has in years.”
“I still want to hear you say it,” he said, tightening his fist in her hair until she moaned softly.
“I’m yours,” she said, eyelids fluttering. “All yours.”