Climbing between her legs, my hand grips the base of my shaft before running it up her wet slit. We both hiss from the contact, the need…. “Mas1,” she breathes out softly, my brow arching at her speaking Spanish. That’s new, and I fucking love it. I push in just the tip, making her back bow off the bed before pulling back. “Iz…” she warns, her eyes heavy with lust, giving her that beautiful siren look.
“Dime qué tú quieres, mami…” I brush the head of my cock over her clit, her legs slamming shut around me. I pull back, urging her to tell me what she wants, demanding to hear it in Spanish. She moans, wiggling and inching closer, trying to impale herself on me. But I don’t let her. My hand flattens on her stomach, holding her down.2“Habla, brujita.”
“Fuck,metemelo3.”
I grin. “Lo que quieras4.”
With that, I slowly push inside her, watching her back arch off the bed with just the tip. My free hand moves up the center of her, holding her down slightly, watching as more of me disappears inside her.
“IZ,” she moans. “Please.” I smile at that. The neediness in her voice makes my balls draw tight, and to play with her even more, I drag back out just to hear her beg again. “Please what, Ronnie?” Her legs try to clamp together as my fingers tease her taut nipple. Ronnie’s grey eyes are a wild thunderstorm of lust. “Fu—fuck me.”
And who am I to deny my queen anything?I thrust fully into her, my hand moving towards her back just as it lifts off the mattress. My mouth finds her breasts, I kiss them and suck them as I slowly move inside her. Every movement of my hips is met with one of hers. “Fuck, ma. You’re so fucking tight.” I groan into her skin, feeling her walls greedily clamp down on me. “Fuck!”
At this rate, I won’t be lasting long at all. I can feel the orgasm already building at the base of my spine. It’s been a while, and I’m ready to come deep inside her, so the least I can do is get her there. Taking hold of her back, I flip us over so now she’s straddling me, and I’m sitting up on the bed. I smack her bubble ass, feeling the recoil against my palm. Fuck, I love this. The thickness of her—she’s always had a nice ass, but now that baby bounces. “Go, oncoje lo que es tuyo.” I groan, grinding her against me. She moans, placing a hand on my chest, her legs wide open, and my girl rides. Bouncing slowly on her knees, a little wobbly at first, but she finds her rhythm. Feeling my cock move deeper, I help her take what she needs, transfixed on how beautiful she looks when she comes undone for me.
“Isaac!” My name falls from her lips like a breathless prayer, as she throws her head back waves falling down her back. My hands, gripping her ass, spreading her apart, helping her bounce and grind through her orgasm. “That’s it, mami, come for me. Use this cock to make yourself feel good. You feel good, ma?”
She whimpers, nails digging into my flesh. The pain sends a delicious tingle to my balls. There it goes again. Her pussy flutters, and my dick twitches inside her as our movements become frantic. “I…I’mmm. C…oming.”
“Yeah, you are…” I fuck her through it before turning us over again, so she can lie on her back while I can pound her into my mattress. The dog tags with Lucas’s footprints dangle between us. Throwing her leg over my shoulder, my gaze locks with hers when I slam into her. My hips circle, making my dick hit all the right notes to make my butterfly sing. A delicious melody that creates the rhythm of each thrust. I drag myself out before pushing into her. Harder and harder each time.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” I groan, slowing down to prolong my release as much as I can. But it’s useless when she bucks her hips. That minuscule movement has me seeing stars.
“I’m gonna pull out,” I manage to say, realizing a little too late that I’m not wearing a condom, and it’s been so long I don’t know if she’s on anything. Then her legs lock around me, her hands snake around me and grip my ass firmly as she grinds into me. The orgasm builds in my spine, my blood becomes liquid lava with each deliberate movement of her body.
“Come with me, Iz,” she breathes, and I follow her because I can. I’ll follow my precious sunflower anywhere as long as she leads me. We collapse breathless, a mess of sweat and come. I hold my breath, waiting for her to pick up and leave. To say this was a mistake, but instead she buries her face in my chest and whispers, “I missed you.”
My heart slows down and steadies itself. My body melts into the mattress, and I swear I think I’m floating. Kissing her forehead, I reply, “I missed you, too.” She doesn’t answer, so I just hold her until her soft snores fill the silence, lulling me to sleep.
Sunlight creeps in through the blinds, and relief washes through me when I feel the warmth of her body. Carefully, I sit up, just so I can watch her peacefully sleep. Her hair is long again, a mess on my pillow. One of her arms is draped across my waist, and as much as I hated leaving her, there’s a little guy I need to go see. I’m careful not to wake her when I move her arm to the side, allowing me to slide out of bed without disrupting her. I wanted to leave her safe in my bed. Even though I already hate the idea of leaving her like this, I wishI could stay.
As quiet as a mouse, I get ready, tiptoeing around the space. Once I’m ready to go, I walk over to the nightstand and pull out a random piece of paper and a black Sharpie. Quickly, I jot down a note for her and leave it on the pillow beside her. I could simply text her, but this just seemsmore personal.
I kiss her temple before rising to my feet and heading to the hospital.
1. more
2. Talk witchling
3. Put it in.
4. What ever you want.
Chapter Forty Eight
Veronica
“Ronnie!” Nixie calls for me from outside the room, licking the blue icing from my fingers. I close the diary one last time. A smile tugs at my lips when I finally write down the end of an era. The future has never lookedbrighter. One that involves a very handsome single dad and a very small boy. I pushback from the desk and take one final look around the space that is now a collage of memories of us. And I know this is where I’m meant to be.
“RONNIE!” Nix impatiently shouts.
“Coming,” I sing song, heading out of the room and closing the door behind me. I make my way to the living room, admiring how beautiful we decorated the space. Blue and white balloons create a pacifier decor piece in the corner, with smaller balloons decorated sporadically through the space.
There’s a small stuffed baby elephant perched on the rocking chair that I ordered for Lucas. It’s a weighted animal. Iz told me once that he loves to do skin-to-skin with Lucas during his visits, and I figured this would be perfect for them. The large clock adorning the wall ticks quietly, while Alexa and Nixie continue to fuss about the cupcakes.
“Hey,” I intervene, already smelling the familiar smell of rice and chicken coming from our kitchen, signaling my mom is the one cooking and not Nelson. Because he’s not here, but with his son.
“Tell Nixie that we don’t need so many cupcakes out,” Alexa deadpans, side-eyeing my little sister as only a big sister can. “You do, if you take some out, they won’t match. It’s uneven.”
