I rise on my palms on either side of his face, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his mouth around my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, his pace almost punishing as he unapologetically thrusts in and out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants.
“Come for me.” I push back against him, the sound of skin slapping mixed with our arousal and our heavy breathing bouncing off the walls.
One last punishing thrust, and Diego jerks into me and comes so hard that his hips still and his grip around me tightens. I drink in the raspy sound he makes – something so mesmerizingly sexy, so masculine and hot – and chuckle in the crook of his neck while he slowly rides out of his high with languid pumps.
After a few moments of him lying still and caressing my back, he pulls out, then brings my face to his. “You didn’t come.”
It’s not even a question. He knows it, and I didn’t want to fake it with him.
I swallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’ve never come with penetration. Maybe something is wrong with me, but it’s never happened before and—”
“Baby . . .” he whispers. There’s a little line between his brows. “Come lie down for a sec.”
As I maneuver on the couch, he regards me with a certain softness, a little bit lazy, a little drunk on me. He looks perfect like this, with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, bright eyes. He looks like mine. “I’m obsessed with you,” he rasps, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me down to lie on his chest.
“The sentiment is reciprocated.” The way he makes me feel is electrifying and lights every one of my cells on fire. It’s terrifying, and I shouldn’t linger on the thought, but I’ve always been powerless when it comes to him.
His heartbeat is erratic underneath my ear, his fingers dancing on my damp skin. I try not to let my smile widen, try not to let those butterflies bat their wings too wildly inside my stomach, but I’m unable to control the way I’m just falling into him after this.
“I came so hard,” he says, which makes me realize he still hasn’t disposed of the condom, “that it leaked out.”
I kiss the spot above his heart tenderly, and he shudders. “I’m on birth control, so we’ll be fine.”
He huffs out a breath of relief. “Good to know.” When I sit up, I lean into his touch when he brushes my hair out of my face. His cheeks are flushed, a soft smile playing about the corner of his lips. His fingers are trembling, but he doesn’t seem to care as he traces intricate shapes down my arm. “Was it good?”
“So, so good.”
“Even if you didn’t come?” I can tell how much it’s stressing him out, and it’s hard to ignore the pang in my chest. He’sprobably thinking he’s not a good lay when he’s actually the best I’ve had.
“It wasn’t you,” I assure softly. “You were amazing. I just . . . overthink when it comes to sex, but if there’s one man who’ll be able to make me come while fucking, it’s you.”
He nods. “Talk to me. How come you can’t climax? What goes through your mind when you’re intimate with someone? I want to learn your body. I want to know how to pleasure you. Let me help you get out of your head.”
“Why?” The admission almost makes me want to weep. No one has ever cared enough to ask those questions. But the thing with Diego is that we both care a lot about each other.
The sincerity in his eyes is beautiful. “Because it’s important to me that you enjoy the stuff we do. Your pleasure is extremely important. I want to make you feel good, Alara.”
His fingertips trail down my arm. He observes the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch, and I watch him study my reaction. The pad of his index finger moves to circle my hardened nipple, my entire body at his mercy. Everything is different when it comes to Diego – both on an emotional and physical level – and that’s why I have no doubt that I’ll manage to climax with him.
I don’t think he understands the gravity of his words and actions. For someone who’s been adamant about keeping this casual, he values me and makes me feel seen. Most importantly, he makes me feel safe, which is why I don’t find myself hiding when I open up.
“I focus a lot on my partner,” I admit. “I’m too much in my head. I wonder if I’m doing everything right. If my partner feels good.”
He scoffs, lightly caressing my stomach, my navel. He doesn’t go lower, though. “Trust me – I felt amazing. You felt sensational.”
“Don’t say that just to make me feel better.” I blush.
“I’m not. I’m serious. You were incredible.” Placing a kiss on my jaw, he sighs. “I’m sorry that you were with guys who made you second-guess yourself and didn’t take the time to learn how your body works. I’m not like any of them, okay? I’m going to make sure you have a good time with me.”
Brushing sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead, I nod. “I trust you.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “I trust you too.”
“Just— don’t feel defeated when I can’t get there.”
“You should know better than to throw a challenge at me. I will make you come, even if it takes several tries. Even if you ask me to take a break. I promised I’d take care of you.” His hand tightens around my hip. “What would help to get you there?”
