“Kokami.”
His lips seal over mine, drowning any other words inside my throat as his tongue takes over. With a smooth ease, his hand trails up my leg, sending chills over my skin until he stops at the back of my knee, holding it in place. The stroking halts. His cock is suddenly at my entrance, warm and waiting.
My body concedes, inviting him in and throwing control and caution to the wind to chase that feeling only he and my bike can give.
Freedom.
He suddenly breaks the kiss. His fingers in my hair and hand on my leg remain still.
“I want to watch you take me. Feel what you feel at the same time.”
It’s romantic and intimate, eliminating the playful banter that got us to this point. This is different. This feels far different from the fast fuck against his bike. The softness in his expression when he holds his position, the smoothness of his tongue as it glides over his lips, and the fierce darkness in his eyes transfixed on mine.
It's slow and agonizing when he pushes in, filling and expanding me. A silent breath separates his lips, leaving his mouth agape, and a deep groan escapes. His eyes are blistering with heat and lust for me.
I adjust to the intrusion, the curve pushing across my G-spot and ripping a moan from my mouth. His cock is hard, warm, and filling, less contained by the condom that held him the last time.
“Izzy.”
The whispered words sweep over my skin with his breath, and suddenly, I understand their meaning. Not enough to be descriptive yet long enough to describe everything I’m feeling. When he hits the hilt, the end of my pussy, we breathe in unison.
“Diego.”
I don’t know what to say, except to clench my muscles around him, ensuring he doesn’t move. Not yet. Somehow, he understands, his jaw loosening to brush a kiss against my lips before retracting his head back.
His eyes never leave mine as he starts to move within me, his every thrust an acceptance of the trust and control I’ve handed over. An understanding based on what he said and the story he told me, and comforting me with the fact that I can’t control everything. But this, this I can. In this moment, I can surrender and slip into the landslide of him.
“Whatever this is . . .”
His head shakes, trying to make sense of something that doesn’t. Possibly trying to control the outcome as much as I am, then deciding to surrender with me.
My hands grasp his broad shoulders, feeling every muscle tense under my touch. We are lost in this moment, lost in our own world. Separate entities become one with every slow, sensual thrust, dragging almost out and pushing past every tight ring until he’s fully seated. Over and over, the pace is disastrously slow and savory until we’re a force neither can seem to understand.
“You’re mine, Izzy.”
He collapses over my body. My legs thrust over his shoulders, stretching me to capacity and pushing in deeper than before. It’s impossible for me to move, left at his mercy of this torturously slow fucking, lovemaking as his face buries into my neck. The word “mine” imprints onto my skin as he repeats it several times.
My hands drift, dipping over his muscles until my fingertips discover a silky smooth patch of skin and travel the length of it.
He stiffens, waiting for my reaction.
“And you’re mine.”
The words slip past my lips with ease and truth.
To hell with control and responsibilities.
If it can be like this with him, I’ll live with the consequences, whatever they are and whenever they come.
It switches something in him, turning his lovemaking into something wild and primal, mirroring the rumbling sky and darkening clouds threatening overhead.
The rugged grip of his hand against the back of my thigh loosens, allowing my leg to coil over his hip. My toes brace against the wheel well, using it as leverage to counter his thrusts. My nails sink into his skin, scraping across the flesh in an attempt to brace myself against the harsh pumping of his cock into my throbbing pussy.
The fingertips at my temple glide into my hair, cupping the back of my head to prevent it from hitting against the unforgiving metal. Locked underneath him with the curve of his cock hitting my sweet spot repeatedly leaves me breathless and shoots sensations of pleasure radiating outward. I close my eyes, relishing in the complete surrender to his aggressive fucking.
His lips plunge over mine, rough and passionate. His tongue shoves into my mouth, unforgiving and demanding, as drops of sweat fall from his hair into mine.
It’s hot and feverish.
