“Okay.” His breathing grew ragged as he released me so he could remove his boxers. He slapped them onto the edge of the hot tub while I rushed to take my bottoms off.
When I reached behind my neck to untie the strap of my top and remove it, freeing my breasts, his eyes seemed to spark. He scanned my curves with fascination before giving his head a shake.
“It does not make sense,” he mumbled.
I paused. “What doesn’t?”
“How fuckingsexyyou are.”
I couldn’t help my smile.
Once again, he collected me in his arms just to lift me up. I closed my legs around him, and he reached down to grip himself, angling the tip at my center.
When he thrust into me, I released a sharp gasp.
“Qué rica.You are so good.” His groan was primal and deep, as if he’d been waitingyearsjust to feel me again. It’d only been one day since, but for some reason it felt like forever.
Our lips meshed, and he pumped into me, groaning ferociously while I whimpered and moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck. Your pussy is so wet,” he panted, stroking faster. He clutched a fistful of my locs to tip my head back, pressing hot, wet kisses on my throat.
“That feels amazing,” I breathed as the water sloshed.
“¿Sí?” His breath ran over the crook of my neck. “How much did you think about doing this again, hmm?”
“A lot.” And I did. I was tempted to get an orgasm in this morning with Rosie while fantasizing about him but thought better of it.
“I thought about you all night, Octavia.” He brought his mouth to the shell of my ear. “I thought about being inside of you again. Seeing your face when you come.” He leaned back so our eyes could connect. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Ugh.” I gripped his face in my hands. “Why do you always know the right things to say?”
I kissed him deep, and he gradually slid me up and down the length of him. No longer was he restraining himself. His groans were ravenous while my moans flew into the air, creating their own rhythm.
He stumbled a bit, and the backs of his legs bumped against one of the built-in hot tub seats. When he dropped, I went down with him, our bodies still joined.
“Ride me.” His voice was a deep, commanding growl. I began to work my hips, lifting up and down, then rotating in circles as he focused on me.
He felt so big, so insanely good. Every time I rocked backward, I could feel him hitting my G-spot, triggering the pressure. Every time I rocked forward, my clit grazed against his pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. If we kept going at this rate, I’d surely detonate.
I bit my bottom lip, and he gripped my face between his fingers. “Do not hold back,” he rumbled. “I am yours tonight, so use me if you need to. Come all over me. I do not care. I just want to see you satisfy yourself.”
“You can’t talk like that,” I breathed, his words fueling me, causing me to ride him faster.
“No? Do you not like it?”
“Iloveit,” I moaned.
He held my ass and tipped his head back, allowing me to take complete charge.
“Carajo. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me.”
“Javier . . .”
“¿Sí, amor?”
“I’m about to . . .”
“About to what, mi amor?”
