“So much.”
“Sit up. Let me watch you ride me.”
She follows my command, adjusting the towel, so it doesn’t slip off her. It hides her ass from anyone who might draw close enough to see. It won’t hide what we’re doing, but my men have the sense to not come near us if they have even a sneaking suspicion we’re having sex.
I watch her tits bounce, and I’m starving. I sit up with ease and suck one then the other. Flora continues to bounce on my cock, rocking sometimes. I love running my hands over her ribs, back, and belly. Her hips flare, begging for me to hold on to them. I love watching the muscles flex as she moves with me, but she’s soft in all the places I love to squeeze. It’s intoxicating.
This position is emotionally intimate. Everything we’ve done together has been intimate, something for only us to know about and share. But this brings our bodies together in a way that leaves no space between us. No end and no beginning. Just one. As we watch each other, I think we both know there’s something poignant about it. Something deeply moving.
It’s erotic and scary at the same time. I feel bare and vulnerable like earlier. Her expression tells me she feels the same way, almost tentative about everything except how she moves on my cock. I brush her hair back from her shoulder, and she leans in to kiss my neck. I do the same until our lips meet.
“Make me come, my sweetchiquita.”
“Sí, Papí.”
That’s obedience, not just the common Latin American phrase that can be playful or serious. The difference in contextbetween two synonyms.Ayandsí.Maybe she’ll say it in English one day too. I crave hearing both.
“You feel amazing, Flora. I want to stay buried in you. I don’t want to stop. I want to claim you. You’re the only one who’s ever gotten my cum.”
She stares at me, missing a beat before riding me again.
“You’ve never gone bare before, either?”
“No. Too many risks.”
“But you’ll take them with me?”
“Aren’t you doing the same thing?”
“Yes.”
We both know there are the health risks, but since we both belong to clubs, we know we test regularly. I could get her pregnant. Then our lives would be irrevocably bound no matter what would happen to a baby. We’d never be able to undo creating a life together.
Maybe one day we will, but for now, it’s a push and pull. A give and take from both of us. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I couldn’t ask for better.
“Pablo, come in me, please. It’ll get me off.”
I rub her clit with my thumb as I pinch her nipple.
“Getting you off will make me come,mi pequeña flor.” My little flower.
She rides me, throwing her head back. I watch the flush rise along her neck. Her body tightens, and I pin her hips in place as I come again. I didn’t think I could come as hard as the first time I was inside her. I thought it was the novelty of it being the first time, but this one is just as strong.
The sound of a helicopter approaching makes us freeze. I look toward it before we scramble off the lounger. We grab our clothes and run toward the house. I know Flora’s worried about someone seeing us in a compromising position. I’m worried because I know who it is.
Chapter Ten
Flora
Pablo and I bolt inside. He stands near the French doors as he dresses. I move farther inside, hoping no one caught a clear view of what we were doing. I doubt it would be difficult for anyone to guess, considering we’re both naked, and I was clearly straddling his lap. He swore this place was a secret, so I wonder who this is.
“Pablo, are you expecting family?”
“Not this family member.”
“Humberto?”
Fear spikes through me as Pablo nods. He dresses faster than I do. I’m stunned into inaction for a moment, but as I watch him move to a coffee table and reach beneath it, I already know what he’s going to pull out. It spurs me back to getting dressed as fast as I can.
