I pushed one of her thighs up, willing myself to go deeper. She whimpered.
“Fuck, Octavia.” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
“And you feel so big,” she said.
I began to thrust, planting one elbow outside her head, then lowering my face to taste her lips again. She fed into each thrust, taking them as Idelivered, matching my rhythm. My dick was so hard I could not think about anything else but coming.
Being inside her was nothing like I had imagined. This woman was consuming me in every way and causing me to lose control.
I managed to get on my knees and guided her legs up so her feet were on my shoulders. The side of her foot grazed my cheek, and I kissed it before lowering my mouth to her ankle.
She seemed to like that. She gazed at me, as if she wanted me to do it again. So I did. I kissed the side of her soft foot, the delicate ball of her ankle.
“You’re too good at this,” she sighed. Reaching up, she gripped my face in her hands and brought me down so we could kiss again.
A guttural groan filled my throat as she closed her legs around my waist, forcing me deeper.
“Aye.” I dropped my head to kiss her throat, suck on the bend. My hand palmed one of her tits as I slammed into her. “You are everything.”
“Oh,” she moaned, back arching. I could feel my pelvis rubbing against her, building her up. “I’m gonna come again.”
Seeing her become riled up, watching her chest rise and fall, and hearing her breaths grow labored as she neared climax made me swell inside her.
I cupped her mouth as she cried out in ecstasy.
“Shh, amor,” I whispered, planting a kiss on the apple of her cheek.
She moaned behind my hand, nodding obediently. And I don’t know ... that did something to me. Made me want to hear her react uncontrollably again.
I continued triggering her G-spot, stroking exactly as I had before. Her eyes rolled back, and she clutched her breasts. She threw her head back as she came for the second time that night ... and I could no longer hold back.
I was already on the brink, and when she let go, so did I. I slammed into her several times before a ferocious groan filled the hollow corners of my room.
So much for being quiet.
“Fuck, Octavia.Fuck.” Groaning, I clutched her upper arm and burrowed deeper, wanting to stay inside her warmth forever. My orgasm was strong enough to make me collapse on top of her and throb as I continued my release into the condom.
Buried deep inside her, with the side of my face resting between her breasts, I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I listened to her pounding heart, her erratic breaths coursing through her lungs.
“That was ...” Her voice trailed off.
“Yeah.” It was all I could muster.
Sluggishly, I pulled out of her, my condom heavy with come. I studied her a moment before getting off the bed and making my way to the bathroom to toss the condom into the trash bin and clean myself up. Then I grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and carried it to the room.
“Should I ...” I hesitated as I held the washcloth, debating whether I should help her clean up or just leave her to it. “Would it be too intimate for you if I help?”
She smiled, eyes soft and understanding. “Javier, you just had your penis in my vagina. I don’t think it gets more intimate than that.”
Heat crawled from my neck to my face as a wave of embarrassment ran over me.
“Right.” I huffed a laugh. “Okay.”
I wiped the come away, being thorough and making sure I caught it all.
Once she was all clean, she smiled again and said, “Thank you.”
I nodded, searching for my shorts while she climbed off the bed to look for her bra and panties. She put neither of them on, but she did slip back into her dress. She didn’t bother zipping it, though. She held all her things close to her chest and said, “I should get to the guesthouse.”
