“Good. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time.”
And then she lowers herself in one swift motion, and my eyes roll back. I die. Come back to life. Die again.
Holy fuck.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. And this feeling is indescribable but incredibly blissful.
“Oh, God,” she moans, starting to roll her hips. She feels fabulously perfect – tight, wet, made to welcome me.
“Just Diego is fine,” I joke. With my hands on her waist, I help her up and down, her rhythm already frantic. Feeling her flutter around me, I know she’s already close. I don’t think I’ll last long either.
Our lips crash in one of those messy kisses that leave us breathless. Her tits are flushed against my chest as she pumps up and down. My hand snakes behind her back, up to her nape, and fists her hair to pull her head back so that I can give some love to her pink nipples.
Sex with Alara is so fucking good. It’s never felt like this before. It’s hot, intense – passionate, even.
We explore, we learn, we enjoy.
I spend hours exploring her body and encouraging her to communicate what she likes. I encourage her to let go, sometimes using my words and sometimes letting my touch speak for itself.
We have sex whenever we can. Sometimes, we sneak out during our lunch breaks to have a quickie at her place. Once, we fucked in the storage room at Rock Snow after closing. Once, she blew me in her office after she claimed she needed to talk to me about content creation. She had locked the door, dropped to her knees, and there was my cock standing up at her attention.
I’m addicted to her body. I know how to please it. I know when she’s on the verge of coming. I’ve studied her breathinglike a song, the way it staggers and hitches when she’s about to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
But we also spend a lot of time together – just talking and getting to know each other better, laughing, sleeping, reading. Those moments are the ones I, secretly, cherish the most.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I rasp against her neck.
Alara quickens her pace, our bodies already slick with sweat. I hold her ass high enough to ram into her from below, causing a loud moan to escape her throat.
With me, Alara doesn’t get lost in her head. She lets go of the control. She doesn’t overthink, and that’s because she’s comfortable with me.
Me.
Not anyone else.
I grunt loudly when she rolls her hips again to make her clit hit my pelvis.
“What are you smirking about?” she asks, breathing heavily.
“Just thinking about the fact I’ve made you come while fucking you.”
“You’re so cocky.”
“Yeah?”
I flip us over without warning, putting my hand on top of her head so that it doesn’t bump against the door when I lay her down on the seat. I push her knees to her chest and pound into her. Hard. Fast.
She screams my name, her walls clenching around me. I’m about to fucking combust. She isn’t usually loud, but I love it when she is – it gives me power, makes me feel more confident.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you? I have every right to be cocky,” I bite out, pinching her nipple while pistoning so hard into her that her breasts bounce. Her walls flutter around me, but this is usually the moment she snakes her hand between her legs to push herself to the edge, or I do it for her.
She’s only come once without having to stimulate her clit, and the aftermath was incredibly powerful. She teared up and profusely thanked me. It hasn’t happened since then, but I’m incredibly patient with her. That night, she was riding me. Telling me how to guide her body. Listening to my instructions when I asked her to fall off the precipice. It was a beautiful moment, and I want to see her fall apart like this again now.
“Feels good?” I ask huskily.
My name dribbles from her lips like a worship, her hands wrapping around my forearms. Her nails leave crescent marks in my skin, but I’m focused on the way she’s so aroused that she’s dripping all over us, all over the leather seat.
“I asked a question, baby.”
