I lower my boxers, freeing my erection. “It’s always been here with you, for you.” I hold her face. “We can take it slow and sweet later, but I need to fuck you hard right now.”
Her pupils dilate, and she reaches for her panties. “No. I want this.”
I turn her around, making her lean over the dining table. I kneel down and remove her lingerie. Spreading her legs, I devour her sex. The moisture wets my lips and fingers. She moans and grinds against my face without any shyness, but before she can climax, I stand up and grab one of her thighs, resting her leg on the table.
“Open your bra. I want to play with those beautiful breasts.”
I don’t wait for her to free herself from the bra to start penetrating her.
I test her entrance by rubbing my cock against it, and she pushes against me.
I’m a bit dizzy with desire, almost unable to believe the damn nightmare is over. My girl, my Olívia, is where she belongs. “I won’t be able to go easy, baby.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she replies.
I thrust my hips, preparing her, entering only halfway, but it feels so good I can’t just taste a bit, and I bury myself entirely in her tight warmth.
She screams in surprise but asks for more, and I don’t hold back.
Every thrust into her body makes the table move. The wet and consistent invasion creates its own rhythm. The sound of our passion.
“Harder. I want it all, Guillermo.”
I grab her hair and pull her to me, biting her shoulder. I squeeze her delicious ass as I thrust deeper.
“Can you see yourself inside me?” she asks.
I look down, my hard member pushing its way into her pink flesh. “Yes. I see every inch of me taking you.”
“Remember that. You’re perfect inside me, perfect in my life. I love you, Guillermo.”
The unexpected declaration steals what’s left of my sanity. With one hand, I stimulate her stiff nipple, while my hips keep moving.
“Ah . . .”
“Say it again.”
“I love you. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I nibble on her ear and move my hand down to her clit. “How close? I want to come with you.”
“Very close.”
I increase the pace, obsessed with the sight of our bodies united. “Arch your back. Take me deeper.”
“You drive me crazy with that dirty mouth.”
“I know you love my dirty mouth. I can feel how tight you are around me. You’re my naughty girl, Olívia.”
“Oh, my God!” she screams, tightening even more.
“Damn it, baby!”
I try to think of anything that could slow down my impending orgasm, but it’s impossible. Olívia is holding me inside her in constant contractions, making my release inevitable. Her hand comes around, stroking me, and I’m about to explode inside her.
“Now, Guillermo. Pour it all into me. Mark me inside and out.”
That’s it. Her mix of request and command breaks down the last barrier. I feel her spasms as she climaxes, pulling, consuming, showing me that I’m hers as much as she is mine.
