I nod and place my hands on her hips as she positions herself.
She sinks down slowly, taking me in, her head thrown back in pleasure. Fuck, the view is incredible. Her breasts bounce as she moves her hips in slow rolls.
"You're so thick," she moans.
I thrust up gently, meeting her, my hands guiding but not forcing. "Ride me, love. Take what you need."
She does, picking up speed, her hands on my chest for leverage.
I watch her face, the way her lips part, eyes half-lidded, and slide one hand to her clit, rubbing in circles as she grinds down.
"That's it," I encourage. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She shudders, her pace faltering as she nears the edge.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck, her collarbone. Our bodies move together, slick and synchronized.
"Julian... yes..." She comes with a gasp, clenching around me, and I follow soon after, spilling into her again.
We collapse back, laughing softly in the aftermath.
She cuddles next to me, kissing my chest. "Once we leave San Isidro, I won’t see you again. Will I?" Her voice sounds casual, but her body has tensed up.
I hesitate because the thought of never seeing her again tears something inside me. “No,” I finally say. “It’s not likely. My job…”
“Right,” she says with false cheeriness. “We better make the best of our time together then.”
I also pretend I’m not gutted about our parting and roll her onto her back, hovering over her. "I like how you think."
"Good." She pulls me down for a kiss.
This time, we fuck slower and explore each other.
I kiss down her body, paying homage to every curve. Her breasts, her stomach, the dip of her navel. When I reach her cunt again, she's sensitive, but I lick her gently, building her up once more.
"Julian... I can't... too much..."
"You can," I insist softly. "One more time."
My tongue works magic, and soon she's coming on my face again, her thighs quaking.
Then it's her turn. She pushes me back, taking my cock in her mouth once more. This blowjob is languid. Her lips tease me with long licks and gentle sucks, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You're killing me," I groan.
She smiles around me, then takes me deep, swallowing. It's too much. I come down her throat, and she takes every drop.
We fuck again after that, missionary, then from behind, gentle spoons where I hold her close, whispering dirty praises in her ear. "Your cunt feels so good when it takes my cock, love."
I try to keep it tender, but I am who I am, so my hand grabs her throat lightly, not squeezing, just possessing.
And she loves it.
By the time dawn filters through the curtains, we're exhausted, bodies spent.
She's curled against me, asleep, and I watch her, memorizing her every feature.
Chapter 9
