I pulled back, gasping for breath, my lips swollen and slick. “Not yet,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I want more.”
Diego’s eyes were almost black with desire, his chest heaving. “What do you want, Freckles? Tell me.”
I rose up on my knees, water cascading down my body, and pressed my lips to his in a hungry kiss. “I want you to taste me,” I whispered against his mouth. “And get meready.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he stood, water sluicing off hismagnificent body. He helped me up and turned me around, bending me over the edge of the tub. The cool porcelain pressed against my chest, a sharp contrast to the hot water still lapping at my thighs.
“Like this?” he asked, his large hands spreading my ass cheeks apart.
“Yes,” I breathed, anticipation making me tremble.
The first touch of his tongue against my hole made me cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet tiles. Diego chuckled, the vibration sending shivers up my spine.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
His tongue circled my entrance, teasing and exploring before pressing inside. The sensation was overwhelming. Hot and wet and so incredibly intimate all at the same time. I pressed back against him, desperate for more, and was rewarded with a firm slap to my ass that echoed in the steamy bathroom.
“Patience,” Diego admonished, though I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Easy for you to say,” I gasped as his tongue delved deeper, making my toes curl.
He worked me open with his tongue and fingers, alternating between gentle teasing and intense pressure until I was a writhing mess, begging for more. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking pre-cum into the water below.
“Please, Diego,” I whimpered, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “I need you inside me.”
He pressed a kiss to the small of my back, his scruff scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. “You sure? We don’t have to rush.”
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met you. I’m sure.”
His eyes darkened at my admission. “Stay right there,” he said, climbing out of the tub. Water dripped from his body as he padded into the bedroom. I heard him rummaging around, presumablylooking for a condom and lube. My heart hammered in my chest, anticipation and desire making me light-headed. When he returned, he was already rolling the condom down his impressive length.
“Found these in the complimentary basket,” he explained, holding up a small bottle of lube. “Guess they think of everything in the marital suite.”
I laughed, the sound breathless and eager. “Thank God for that.”
Diego stepped back into the tub, the water sloshing as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the cool drizzle of lube between my cheeks, followed by his fingers working it inside me, stretching me further.
“You good?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“More than good,” I assured him, pushing back against his fingers. “I’m ready.”
He removed his fingers, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. The pressure built slowly as he pushed forward, giving me time to adjust. There was that initial burn, the stretch that bordered on too much, but then he was sliding in, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in such a long time.
“Fuck, Hayden,” Diego groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t form words, just moaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He stayed still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands roaming over my back in soothing circles.
“Please,” I finally managed to gasp. “Please, Diego. I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He started with slow, gentle thrusts that gradually increased in speed and force. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, the angle perfect for hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
“Right there,” I cried out when he found it. “God, right there.”
Diego adjusted his stance, gripping my hips tighter as he drove into me with more intensity. The water splashed around us, some ofit sloshing over the sides of the tub onto the floor, but neither of us cared.
“Fuck you feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You are so goddamn perfect, Freckles.”
The praise washed over me, making me feel both powerful and vulnerable. I braced myself against the edge of the tub, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. My cock bobbed between my legs, untouched but achingly hard.
