Smiling, I knew I’d just sent her to the pinnacle again as I slowly and possessively ran one hand along her back and down to her ass. Then I squeezed her asscheek as her body kept shuddering with ultimate pleasure. Yes, I wanted her to bask in this… to want me again and again. My strokes were now slowing as I ground into her.
She whimpered as she bucked up against me. Her body reacted as I pushed powerful thrusts into her. “Oh, oh—soooo good,” she panted the faltering words out.
I now ramped up the pace even more. I didn’t stop while each thrust went deeper and harder. I wanted to give her everything I had. I needed to make sure she wouldn’t ever want anyone but me.
She could barely catch her breath as her body coiled again with erotic pleasure. She seemed to be headed to another climax and she couldn’t help but push back against me.
Neither one of us gave an inch though as I kept plunging into her, making this last as long as I could for her. As our panting and moaning filled the shower stall, we both exploded over the edge together. I groaned as she clamped down on my cock, my hot cum flooding her. I tucked her even closer to me as I filled her and whispered to her ear again, “Damn…I just cannot get enough.”
“I-I…” She panted. “This that you do to me…” She couldn’t seem to get the words out.
I kept a hold of her as I hung my head and let the water rush over us for a couple of exhausted, breathless minutes.
Finally, I could move. Grabbing a washcloth, I covered it in body wash. Then I soaped her body down. I took my time as I memorized every inch of her. Talk about a labor of love. Now I knew what that American phrase meant.
So fucking glorious.
Rinsing her off, I stared at her jet-black hair. Damn, it was gorgeous, just like the rest of her. I shampooed her hair, then used conditioner and made sure to detangle her raven locks.
Finally, rinsing us both, I turned the shower off and led her out.
Grabbing a towel up I slowly but vigorously rubbed her wet body down with it. I again memorized every silken inch.
“Wey,” Selena cooed in total satisfaction. “A chica could get used to this kind of treatment.”
Grinning, I now toweled her hair dry. “Bein, get used to it, mi Selena,” I told her softly. “Because I now know that I cannot ever let you go.”
Chapter Nine:Cotton Candy
Selena
I stared at him and asked, “Do you really mean that?”
He rolled his eyes. “I told you before that I always mean what I say. And about this I am more than sure.”
“H-have you ever been in a relationship?” I asked him.
He paused, then handed my clothes to me. “No. And you already know why. I was young when Santiago plucked me up and planted me right into the ranks. Right into the killing and drug dealing. I never wanted to be there but I did as he ordered. At first, it was just because he was my stern father so I did as he said. Then when I came back to Mexico, I found out what he had been doing to my sister’s life and…” He sighed. “...killing Alex, I knew I’d better not ever get close to anyone else.”
I turned and headed to my suitcase. I didn’t know how to feel about any of this. Yes, we talked about it before we had sex. But I didn’t think it all the way through. He had taken me to the moon like I told him and my body still felt well loved, but I needed to get dressed before I faced this situation. I smirked to myself. It wouldn’t be proper to have anakedconversation. If I tried, I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on the words. The man was too damned sexy. I pulled out a long t-shirt and shorts.
“Boooo!” Carlos teased. “Mierda! You’re gonna put clothes on?”
Laughing, I put my other outfit into the suitcase. “I should have set up my perimeter already. I have to be dressed to do that.”
“Nah, you don’t have to set up a…” he paused as he sat down on the bed, a towel around his hips. “Perimeter?”
I nodded at him. “If we are to get any sleep at all, I need to set this up.” I tossed the t-shirt over my head and tugged it down. “We cannot be safe if we do not have some traps set.”
“Traps so we can sleep…” He shook his head as he sighed. “Maybe someday…”
I quickly pulled the sweats on and pulled them up over my thighs. Looking up at him, I asked, “Someday?”
“After this is over, we can be free. Like go out and have fun. Relax. Without looking over our shoulders. Just rest without having to set a trap. You know, be normal.”
I opened my backpack, grabbed my tool kit and unrolled it on the chair. “Normal?” I snickered. “We aren't normal people, Carlos. Haven’t you noticed that yet? Normal people do not have assassins after them. They do not have crews of men ready to kill on their orders. Being in the dark life has made us different.”
“But that doesn’t mean we cannot change,” he argued. “That we cannotenjoylife. Maybe live in the light? Like go to a carnival, play like kids, eat cotton candy. No fucking guns—”
