He yanks my underwear down my legs and buries his face between my thighs without preamble. No teasing, no buildup. Just his mouth on me, eating me like he's starving, like he'll die if he doesn't make me come right now.
"Oh fuck!" My hands fly to his hair, gripping hard. "Cesar!"
He doesn't answer. Can't, with his tongue inside me, his nose grinding against my clit. He fucks me with his mouth, relentless, and I'm already climbing, already right there…
I come hard and fast, my thighs clamping around his head, his name tearing out of me like a scream. He works me through it, doesn't stop until I'm shoving at his shoulders because it's too much. Too much pleasure. Too much sensation. Too much of everything until my eyes roll back and I mutter like a woman possessed.
He crawls up my body, his face wet with me, and kisses me deep. I taste myself on his tongue and moan into his mouth.
He slaps his cock against my wetness. "You're going to come on my cock,mija. And then you're going to come again. And by the time I'm done with you, the only thing you're going to remember about tonight is that you are mine."
He pushes inside me in one hard thrust.
I cry out from the overwhelming fullness of him, the way he stretches me every single time like my body has to relearn him. He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just starts fucking me, deep and hard, his hips slamming into mine.
"This is what you needed," he growls. "Not soft. Not gentle. You needed to feel alive."
"Yes!"
"Say my name."
"Cesar!"
"Again."
"Cesar—fuck! Right there, don't stop!"
He hooks my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, and I see stars. He's hitting something deep inside me, something that makes my whole body light up, and I'm climbing again already, impossibly, my nails raking down his back.
"That's it." He's sweating, muscles straining, but his rhythm doesn't falter. "Give it to me. I want to feel you come apart. Come for me, Diamond. Right now."
I shatter.
This orgasm is violent. My whole body seizing, clenching around him so hard he groans. I'm crying, I realize, tears streaming down my temples, but I don't care because he's still fucking me through it, chasing his own release.
"Mine," he grits out. "You're mine, you understand? No one touches you. No one hurts you.Mine."
"Yours," I sob. "I'm yours, I'm yours!"
He comes with a roar, burying himself deep, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me up. His whole body shudders with effort, and for a long moment we just breathe together.
When he finally pulls out, I feel his heat flowing out of me. He rolls onto his back and pulls me against his chest, and I feel completely wrung out.
"Okay?" he asks, his voice rough.
"More than okay."
"You're crying."
"Good crying." I wipe my face on his chest, too exhausted to be embarrassed. "I needed that."
"I know." He kisses the top of my head. "I needed it too."
We lie there in the dark, our breathing slowly evening out. My body feels like it's been taken apart and put back together. In the best way.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he says again, and there's a hint of warmth in it now.
I laugh, soft and tired. "Hell of a way to celebrate."
