ISABEL
The smut you’ve been waiting for cochinas
“Do you have a condom?” Manny asks, and I snap my eyes back to his.
My body’s still coming down from the high of my orgasm, but the outline of his erection through the black briefs has my core throbbing with need again.
“Um—shit. Check my purse, I think I have one.” I point to the tote purse I have hanging around the closet door handle.
He turns his back to me, and I take a moment to admire his defined legs and round ass. Please, if there is a God, let there be a condom in there. When he turns around with the condom in hand, I can’t help but thank the Patron Saint of Pendejas for pulling through.
When he removes his boxers, I can’t help but gawk at his size.
“My eyes are up here, Isa.”
Heat flushes up my cheeks when I look up to see the smirk on his face. Oh, he knows he’s packing. Our eyes stay glued to each other as he rolls the condom on and moves to the bed, spreading my legs until he’s settled between them.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asks one last time.
He’s not just wanting consent. I can see it in his eyes. Once we take it to this level, we’re all in. Difficult conversations will need to be had, and our friendship as we know it will forever be out the window. I gaze into his soft eyes and nod. I trust him with everything I have. This felt like it was the way it was always supposed to be. Just him and me.
Slowly he enters me, his dick stretching me, and my pussy welcoming him inside. When he’s all the way in, he buries his face into my neck.
“Fuck, Isa. You feel so good,” he moans.
I haven’t had sex with anything other than a vibrating rose toy Maricela gifted me when my divorce was finalized. The length of him stretching me is slightly painful. My nails dig into his back as he pushes in deeper, the pleasure overriding the feelings of pain as Manny takes his time with long and steady strokes. It’s not long before the pain diminishes and the tension subsides. I met his every thrust, a whimper of pleasure leaving me as my body begs for more.
“More. Manny, please,” I groan, my body needing him in me.
Deeper.
Harder.
He lifts my leg up to his hip and pushes in deeper. His hips work faster. The hard thrusts hit just where I need. I dig my nails into his ass, heat building in my lower belly.
“Yes, Isa. Cum for me.”
His words are just the thing to push me over the edge. Unraveling me as our moans grow louder, and for the first time, I’m grateful my mother’s hearing is not what it used to be.
Manny lets out a long groan as my pussy clenches onto him. My orgasm paints a swirl of stars in front of me. I’ve never had dick like that.
“Fuck. That was amazing,” Manny says, his body crashing on top of mine. “You’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks flush at his words. He lifts his body up above me and stares into my eyes. I’m expecting him to push off me. Remove himself and leave, but he doesn’t. He stares at me for a good, long time, and then in one quick move, he rolls me over so I’m on top of him. I straddle him, my naked core bare on his hard stomach. He looks at me with so much adoration that it feels surreal. My body is ignited all over again. The throbbing between my legs is the first indication that we won’t be getting much sleep tonight.
“Mmm. What are you doing?” I grumble when I feel Manny move off the bed. He lets out a small laugh, and I check the alarm.
“No. Don’t go,” I beg, grabbing his waist and pulling him into me.
“I’ve got to get going unless you want your mom or Junior to catch me here.”
Manny and I had sex several more times last night. Afterward, we’d lie embraced, exploring each other’s bodies until we fell asleep. It was something I wasn’t used to with sex. With Juan Carlos, it had become a routine, and towards the end, we were both so unhappy that we were reluctant to try. This felt so different from anything I could have imagined. Now that the sun was on its way, it felt like big conversations were also on the horizon.
“Do you regret it?” I ask him sheepishly.
“No. Not all,” Manny replies, his brows furrowing. “Hey, if we were at my house, I’d make you a big breakfast, then eat you out again on my kitchen counter, just to make up for all the years you went without oral.”
“Please tell me Mrs. Hidalgo didn’t teach you how to do that.”
