She writhed to encourage him and gasped with pleasure when he responded as she’d hoped.
“There?” he suggested.
“Exactly there,” she breathed excitedly.
“And now?” he whispered.
She worked her hips to gain more contact from his knowing hands.
“Good?”
She sobbed out her approval in rhythmical, satisfied groans.
Unfastening his breeches, Diego freed himself. “Mount me,” he ground out.
She didn’t need any encouragement. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted herself up and sank slowly down. He was so big, she had to take her time. When he was engaged to the hilt, she worked him, growling with pleasure as she moved. Opening her legs even wider as she straddled him made him flex inside her, which she loved.
“Press down each time like this,” he instructed as her excitement grew. His hands on her buttocks pushed firmly. “It’s better for you this way.”
“And for you?” she guessed when he groaned.
They should glut themselves while they could. Nothing lasted. Carpe diem. Seize the day. Or the hour, if that was all you had.
~~o0o~~
Celina was a madness he couldn’t afford to bring into his dangerous life. It wasn’t fair to her. She’d known nothing but danger. It was time for her to have a different life. For a man used to controlling every aspect of his existence, it was quite an admission to accept that he cared about her to that extent.
“Crazy woman,” he exclaimed as she gripped him like a fiend and rode him like a jockey.
“Crazy good or crazy bad?” she asked, pausing.
A shaft of sunlight illuminated her face as he turned her beneath him. She was flushed and hungry, and so eager to be loved. “You act as if a meteor’s about to strike the earth. You don’t have to prove anything to me. There’s always tomorrow.”
He regretted the words almost immediately. After the life she’d led, there’d been no certainty of tomorrow for Celina, and he saw the flash of desperation in her eyes. She quickly lost herself in sensation, but as he worked to please her, he wondered if he’d ever cared for the women he’d slept with. As far as he could remember, sex had been nothing more than a mutual contract in the past, but when he was with Celina, something deep inside him hurt.
“I want you again,” she whispered, distracting him.
“You’ve got me,” he assured her, sinking deep.
“Any chance you’ll take your breeches off?”
“No,” he admitted, kissing her smile. He needed her like air to breathe.
For now?
For now, he was like a youth with a hard-on. He had to have her over and over again. Disengaging, he stood and lifted her. Positioning her over a hay bale, he commented as he mapped her buttocks appreciatively, “You have a great ass.”
She laughed, then exclaimed with pleasure as he thrust deep. He brought them both to the edge with efficient ease and kept her hovering while he nudged her legs even wider. She stood on tiptoes and raised her buttocks as high as she could for him. A helpful sunbeam was like a spotlight so he could see everything he was doing to her. This only added to his agony of frustration, and control was vital, or this would be over in seconds. Reaching around her body, he cupped her breasts, loving the feel of her nipples thrusting against his palms. Gently abrading them with his thumbnails, he stroked her sex with his cock at the same time.
“You’re killing me with frustration,” she complained, her voice muffled as her face rested against the hay, but he heard the smile in her tone.
“I’ll die first,” he promised dryly.
She laughed, and then wiggled her ass, which tempted him to tease her some more. He could lose it just staring at her buttocks, so he slapped them instead. When this seemed to please her, he added a few more. Soft, needy sounds begged him to continue. Finally, he couldn’t hold back, and she exclaimed with triumph when he thrust deep. Gripping her buttocks firmly, he upped the pace until she came noisily and for the longest time.
“Fuck me,” she said the moment the pleasure began to fade. “Again!” she insisted. He set up a rhythm of firm, deep strokes, bringing her to the edge in seconds. “Come with me now,” she commanded wildly. “I can’t wait.”
He took them both down. She bucked so fiercely, he had to hang on to her to hold her in place, and it was many moments before her screams of release became contented groans. And when that finally faded, she whispered, “Again?”
