“Oh God,” she gasps, her body trembling. “It’s like…you’re fucking meeverywhere.”
“You like a bit of double penetration.” I kiss her shoulder.
“It’s a lot,” she breathes. “I’m so full, but I want more. You’ve gotten me used to more.”
“Do you think you’re ready?” I remove my fingers and guide the tip of my cock to her hole. “If you are, I’m going to replace my fingers with my cock.”
“Will it hurt?” She tenses.
I pinch her clit and she spasms and relaxes. Quickly, I use the lube dripping from her body to coat my cock and flick it across her tight ass before I enter her gradually. “Not if you completely relax and let me in.”
Experiencing Rosa acquiesce completely is a sensation beyond words. My primal claim making our bond unbreakable. “You’re incredible,” I groan. “So tight, so warm.”
She turns her head, her hair a wild tangle across the pillow, “It’s all you. You make me brave and free. Only you.”
I move carefully, her moans and gasps guiding me, her body’s responses my roadmap. I reach around to circle her swollen clit in time to mythrusts.
“Santiago,” she shrieks. “You’re going to make me come again.”
As we rock together, the room once again fills with our shared sounds, raw and intimate.
“Go over with me,” she begs. “I want your come dripping out of my ass.”
Oh. Holy. Hell.
Her words trigger an orgasm so intense I nearly go blind. She follows immediately with a scream of pleasure, her ecstasy feeding mine. Tears sting my eyes, her trust in me is a heavy, precious weight. A gift I’ll never take for granted.
I collapse against her, body spent, heart full.
Rosa turns and cradles my head. Her fingers reach up to brush away the tears slipping down my cheeks.
“You’re crying,” she whispers.
I nod, unable to speak, the emotion too raw, too real.
She pulls me closer, her body warm and safe. “I love you”.” Her breath is soft on my ear. “I love everything we do together. I trust you.”
“I want to marry you.” My chest is still heaving. “Have a family with you. Grow old with you.”
The words are a sacred truth I didn’t mean tosay aloud.
She stills.
I blink up at her, still wrapped in the haze, and suddenly I see the tension. Not fear. Not rejection. Something colder. Like the light dimmed behind her eyes.
She eases out from under me and reaches over to grab a drink from her water bottle.
“Rosa, are you alright? Was that too much?” Concerned, I scoot back to rest on the headboard.
“Uh, no.” She bites her lip. “I—um, need to shower.”
She disappears into the bathroom. The door clicks shut.
The whole room shifts. Like air pulled from a windowless space. I sit here, cock still wet, heart thumping, brain scrambled.
What the fuck just happened?
The past three weeks have been perfect. I didn’t know how much I’d crave having her close, in my space, in my arms. Every single minute.
