Orgasms with Pablo are undeniably the best I’ve ever had. It’s not just how our bodies move together. That’s certainly part of it, but it’s also how we feel about each other. I know from my studies in human biology that falling in love complexly combines physical and emotional reactions to stimuli. I know men often admit to falling in love sooner than women—the difference of at least thirty days in some studies—but I don’t doubt my feelings.
“Come with me,chiquita.”
When I accept Pablo’s help to get off the bed, I feel it in the electric current that flows up my arm from his gentleness. I’ve just had my cunt grinding his face in one of the most intimate acts, but how he treats me in moments like this make me feel treasured. I have a sudden urge to show him affection. I rise onto my toes and press a kiss to his lips.
“Gracias, Papí.”
His expression softens as he kisses me back. It’s not a passionate one. It’s just a soft brushing of our lips before he leads me to the swing. Before he positions us, he slides his left arm around my waist. He pulls me close, and my body happilytouches his. It’s his turn to offer me a kiss. It’s a series of pecks before one longer closed-mouth kiss.
He grabbed the handcuffs’ key as he helped me to my feet. He unfastens them and lets them drop to the floor. He moves my arms around, his fingers trailing over my skin in the most tantalizing way. He’s helping me get the circulation flowing again and keeping me from getting stiff. But he’s also seducing me—not that he needs to try.
“Come to me, little one.”
He steps backward until his thighs nudge the swing. He sits and positions the straps for me. I slide my knees into loops near his. My hands find purchase just above his shoulders. I wonder how acrobatic we can get with this. I examine the straps for a moment before glancing down at Pablo who’s observing me.
“What’re you thinking, little one?”
“Maybe we can do the things we just did but on here.”
“Creative.”
When he nods, I climb off and wait while he adjusts straps into what we both think will support me. It takes a couple tries and a few laughs, but eventually, my knees rest in slings while my forearms rest through loops. Pablo leans back, adjusting the straps again, so he’s in a position where my mouth can lower onto his cock while he laps at my pussy. The gentle sway of the swing pushes and pulls us apart as we work each other into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Flora. You’re killing me. Your ass in my face makes me want to fuck it.”
“If that’s what you want, Daddy.”
There’s a bottle of hypoallergenic, lavender scented lube in the box. He knows that was my favorite scent until I discovered his cologne. He eases me out of the swing, and I fetch the lube.
“Bring the plug and the wand too.”
I kneel between his legs as I apply the lube. I tease him until he slaps my nipples which still have the clamps on them. When I rise, he removes the clamps, sucking each of my nipples as the blood and sensation floods back into them. I moan from the exquisite pain. I climb back into the original position I was in, and he guides me onto his cock. He’s pushing off with one foot, the motion easing him into my ass.
“Te sientes increíble, chiquita. Estás tan apretada. Estoy justo donde debo estar. Enterrada en el culo más suave y ardiente que he visto. Eres tan hermosa, Flora. Por dentro y por fuera.” You feel amazing, little girl. You’re so fucking tight. I’m right where I belong. Buried in the softest, hottest ass I’ve ever seen. You’re so damn beautiful, Flora. Inside and out.
“Gracias, Papí.”
We’ve spoken mostly English since my return to the U.S., so I can get into the flow more easily, but it’s natural for us to lapse back into Spanish. As much as his possessive dirty talk turns me on, I love the praise too. He gets I need that tonight.
I use the straps to rise and fall on his dick. He takes the foam head vibrator and turns it on. He watches me as it rubs against my clit. I think my eyes roll back in my head from all the sensations bombarding my pussy and ass. I feel full and yet empty. I feel antsy yet content. He’s bringing me to the edge, and I debate whether to tell him.
Is it better to ask forgiveness than permission?
“You’re about to come, aren’t you,chica?”
“Sí, Papí.”
My body’s practically humming as I feel my core tighten. I can’t think in English anymore. I pant as my clit warns me I’m about to orgasm. I don’t know how to move anymore because I’m impatient to find my release.
“Por favor!”
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“¡Tú!”
“You have me.”
“Ay, Papí.”
