He chuckles before nipping my right shoulder.
“Do you feel how much bigger I am than you?”
“Yes.”
“Can anything get to you without going through me first?”
“No.”
“Do I control what happens to your sweet little cunt right now?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep trusting me to take care of you, Liesel. If it’s too much, safe word.”
“I’m just impatient. I trust you, Jorge. I enjoy how you take care of me.”
“I know, baby girl.”
He rocks faster, and his height presses me into the mattress. I do my best to rub my clit, but I can’t get enough friction.
Grrr.
Just as I’m about to get frustrated, he lifts his body from mine. He kneels between my legs, keeping his thrusts deep but much slower. His hands roam over my back and shoulders, rubbing and massaging until I relax. He kneads my ass cheeks, and I sigh.
“Good girl.”
He pulls out, and I look over my shoulder. He guides me onto my hands and knees as he moves to lie beside me. His hands grip my waist, and I straddle his hips. I moan as I slide onto him, yet another position where he’s impossibly deep. We move together until we find a rhythm that works for both of us. My clit grinds against his pubic bone as I rock.
“Please, may I come?”
“Yes.”
I lean over him, my hands beside his head as I concentrate. The sensation starts within my pussy and moves into my lower belly. Then it explodes.
“Fuck!”
“Fuck, Liesel. I’m coming.”
We ride our high together as his hands hold me in place. His fingers will leave marks as they dig into my ass. My heart’s pounding as I suck air in through my nose that burns as it fills my lungs. I can’t hold myself up since my arms are shaking. He eases me to lie on top of him. I pull my legs up, and my head tucks against his shoulder, sharing the pillow. His hands stroke my ass and back as we both settle.
Fuck. If that wasn’t the best sex of my life, then I don’t know what was.
“Chica?”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t know it could be like that.”
His voice is soft and almost mystified, like he’s unsure what just really happened. I kiss his neck.
“Oh?”
He tenses for a moment, and I realize that was utterly the wrong response. Damn. He thinks it wasn’t that special to me.
“Jorge, it’s never been like that for me.”
It hasn’t. It wasn’t just the most physically fulfilling sexual experience I’ve ever had. It was being with him. We knew what each other needed without saying it. The emotional connection was deeper than I’ve had with anyone else, yet we don’t even know each other that well. I’m scared to read more into it, but he felt it too. I thought maybe I imagined it, but it’s real.
