I run my tongue over my lips, wishing they were his, and it seems he knows exactly what I’m thinking because a sort of growl comes from deep in his throat.
I finally manage to form a sentence. “You’re early.”
“I couldn’t wait.”
My pulse pounds in my ears. I’m trembling so much I feel a little dizzy. “For what?”
“To be with you before the night ends.”
“No,” I say and walk towards the bedroom.
“No?” He follows me like a hunter.
I turn to him again and shake my head from side to side.
“Why not?”
“It’s my turn.”
At first, he seems not to understand, but when I step towards him and kneel, he holds his breath.
I reach behind my back and undo the strapless bra clasp. When my breasts are free, he seems hypnotized. He reaches out and pinches my nipple, causing a twinge of pain.
“Hmmm . . .”
“My God, Olívia. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look, kneeling and asking for my cock?”
Without wasting time, because I know that if I keep letting him touch me, I won’t get what I want, I unbutton and then slide down his pants.
For a moment, I think he’ll stop me, but when I see him remove the top part of his outfit, I finish pulling down his pants and boxer briefs. He’s already fully erect, and I touch him in a gentle caress, more teasing than anything else, because I now know he likes a firm grip.
There’s a drop of pre-cum at the tip, and with my other hand, I swipe it up and bring it to my mouth.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Well, you do that to me every day.”
Guillermo always takes the lead, concerned with giving me maximum pleasure. Of course, I’m sure he enjoys every second as well, but I want his loss of control.
I open my mouth, slowly sucking and letting my tongue play on the tip. His moan assures me I’m on the right track, and more confidently, I make him slide farther and farther inside me.
It doesn’t take long before my underwear is soaked. I moan around him, taking as much as I can.
When his hand comes to my hair, wrapping it around his fist, I know I’ve achieved what I wanted.
“I want it deep-throated, beautiful. Relax your mouth for me.”
My moans increase, creating a vibration as I suck him, and he thrusts his hips.
“Sweet mouth. I want to fuck it deep. Will you let me?”
I nod, and he caresses my cheek, but with each movement, I feel the intensity with which he enters me increase.
More out of intuition than experience, I fondle his balls, and he roars.
“Love, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to taste me, you need to stop now.”
In response, I pull him closer by his hips, making him go deeper.
