He leaned over her and stroked his hot, pulsating cock to take the edge off.With all the restraint he could muster, he feathered kisses across her quivering belly and sucked her nipple into his mouth.The tight bud flared to life as she moaned and fisted his hair.His scalp smarted, the pain heightening his need.He trailed his lips across her shoulder and down her arm before he laved her other nipple.
“No more torture.”She arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face.“Now, please.Take me.”
“Foreplay first.”He grasped her hand and wrapped it around his cock.He jerked in her hold and gritted his teeth for control.“You feel how big I am?How hard?”He grumbled a curse as she pumped him.“Don’t want to hurt you.”
She frowned and tilted her head.Questions narrowed her eyes.
Later.He’d answered them all later.
Enrique palmed her gorgeous tits.They were on the small side, but just right for his hands.He kissed his way down her body and licked circles around her belly button.The firelight streaked across every rise and valley, deepening the flush of her skin.
She clutched him closer and squirmed, each slide sheer torment.Pinning her arms at her sides, he licked his way back down her body and lapped at her burning core.
“Enrique!”
Her womanly musk drenched him, marking him as the luckiest man alive.She was sex incarnate, a goddess meant for possessing.Mastering.Treasuring.He clamped his jaw tight, stamping down his darker cravings, and braced his arms on either side of her head.Their gazes locked.
“Take me.”She trailed her shaking fingers down his cheek.
Her soft plea and gentle touch twisted his heart in a vise.He plunged into her body, straight to the hilt.“Fucking hell!”
“Ahh!”Lourdes gripped his shoulders and arched her back.
Her breasts smashed his chest, the diamond-sharp tips abrading his skin.He held himself steady, giving her body time to adjust to his invasion.His nerve endings flamed with earth-shattering need.Her feminine muscles flexed around him, so he pumped deeper into her heat.She was perfect.Tight and wet.Something snapped in his mind.His inner beast demanded more.So much more.He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her tits before he braced her legs on his shoulders and raised her bottom half.
“Enrique!”She squirmed and scoured his chest with her nails.
Plowing deeper at the new angle, he slapped his hips against hers.The sound of flesh hitting flesh pierced his eardrums.His balls struck her ass and tightened to the point of pain.He bent over, seized her parted lips for a rough kiss, and plugged her helplessly spread body faster with seven years’ worth of pent-up frustration.
Desire.
Love.
Finally, she was his.Her body, her kisses, her soul.Soon enough, she would be his wife.
“P-please,” Lourdes stuttered, fisting his hair again.“It’s too much.Too intense.”
After another lunge into paradise, he guided her legs back down.
She braced her feet on the rug and arched her hips to meet his next thrust.
“Lourdes, you’re so hot.”He groaned the words against her throat and sucked on her neck.Salty sweat teased his taste buds and aided in the slide of their bodies.Taking what he wanted, giving it back tenfold, he carved himself a home inside her fiery, convulsing walls.
She clawed his back and wrapped her legs around him.
Enrique gripped her chin.“Say my name.Scream.Shatter.Let me see the ecstasy on your face as I fuck you into oblivion.”That did it.Her hot pussy trembled as though an earthquake ruptured inside her.
“Oh my God, Enrique!”Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Desire flooded his cock.Tension coiled tighter in his gut.He rocked against her and stared deep into the depths of her irises.Ecstasy, disbelief, happiness—the inferno burned, wild and uncontrolled.Pleasure stained her face crimson.With her legs chaining him to her, he thrust once more and cursed.White-hot lightning lanced through him.His liquid orgasm ripped from his aching balls, up through his blazing cock, and jetted free with the force of cannon fire.As she cried out again, her clenching core milked him for everything he was worth.And then some.Losing his rhythm, he bucked until every drop swam inside her.
Pleasure and exhaustion tunneled under his skin.His limbs shook, his vision winking out of focus.Enrique withdrew and collapsed beside her.Sucking in mouthfuls of air, he scrubbed his hand down his face and smiled as she cuddled into the crook of his body.She rested her head on his chest, her wild, messy curls teasing his nose with the scent of lilacs.He hugged her close and kissed the crown of her head.
Lourdes stiffened.“Oh, no.We forgot to use a condom.”
He chuckled.“You’re mine, Lourdes.I want you pregnant and glowing.Your belly so round it bumps into everything you come in contact with.Mark my words, with a child on the way, your father will consent to our marriage.”
“No babies.”She popped his shoulder with her palm.“Things are too uncertain right now.Too dangerous.Besides, you should’ve asked first.Unprotected sex, children—it’s something we should’ve discussed.”
