“Tell me what I just said,” he demanded.
“You want me,” I gasped.
“Which parts do I want?”
“All of me.”
“That’s right, princess. I want all of you. Not just your body. I want more than sex. You get that?”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled, unable to find my words as his hands drifted over me. Skipping over where I needed him most.
He got up from the bed, and I hated the empty space between us. I wanted him pressed against me, moving inside of me. His body surrounding me. I wanted him everywhere.
“Lay down and spread those pretty thighs for me,” he commanded.
I instantly obeyed, resting my head on my pillows as he crawled towards me, looking up at me earnestly.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, desperation in his voice.
“Mm,” I moaned, writhing, wanting his hands on me.
He chuckled. “Use your words.”
“Yes, I want this,” I answered, my hands gripping his biceps, pulling him toward me.
“More than just the sex?”
I held his gaze. “I want all of it. All of you.”
He smiled, bending down to claim my mouth. “I’m yours,” he murmured against my lips, and I melted into him, putting my heart and soul into that kiss. He swallowed my moans, fingertips biting into my hips as he slanted his mouth against mine with skilled swipes of his tongue.
When he had me breathless and begging for more, he slid a finger into me, coating it with the arousal pooling between my thighs. He stroked my clit, patiently circling it with the slightest amount of pressure.
“Give me more, baby,” I pleaded.
I gasped as he buried two fingers inside me, coaxing my inner walls until they began to pulse. He pulled out of me and tore my panties down, kissing and nipping at my hips, marking my flesh red.
“I’ll always give you what you need, princess.” He slid his cock through my wetness, teasing my clit with his tip.
“I need you,” I cried, letting my walls fall.
“You’ve got me. You’ve had me ever since our first date. I never stopped wanting you after that.”
A surprised laugh burst past my lips. “I hated you after that date.”
“Didn’t matter. I still wanted you.”
“So what are you gonna do with me now that you have me?” I asked, arching up against him.
“Mm,” he groaned, his lips at my neck. “Now I’m going to fuck you senseless. And then I’ll cherish every second that you let me keep you.”
He gripped my hips, pressing his rigid length against my entrance.
“Siempre,” I said. Always.
He plunged into me, and I cried out as he buried himself inside me. He did as he promised, fucking me until I was shaking beneath him, begging him to give me what I needed to push me over the edge into oblivion. His eyes held mine the entire time.
He rolled us over so I was straddling him.
