He kisses my mouth, nibbling at my lips and nipping at my jaw and neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Bibiana. I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
“Yes,” I moan because God, I want that.
He withdraws his cock only to slam back into me and I cry out. He smiles before his hand comes up to cover my mouth, smothering my cry of pleasure. “Gonna make my brothers think I’m hurting you,” he warns.
Oh, my God, I completely forget we are not alone in the house. And they just heard… I groan again, only this time for an entirely different reason.
He chuckles. “Don’t be quiet on my account,” he says. “I like making you scream.”
He keeps his hand pressed over my mouth as his thrusts quicken, his hand muffling my sounds. “That’s it,mariposa. You like that don’t you?” He bites my shoulder and my release slams into me, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He grunts but keeps going, his thrusts coming harder, faster. His kisses grow more aggressive and his hand slips from my mouth to wrap around my throat in a possessive hold.
The fingers of his other hand dig into my hips as he thrusts into me with savage strokes. My sex clenches around him and he grits his teeth, a second orgasm already building inside me. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs quick circles over me, sending me closer to release. Without warning he dips his head, his mouth capturing one taught nipple between his teeth and I sail over the edge, a second orgasm crashing through me like a hurricane.
He doesn’t slow his pace, his thrusts erratic as he bites my breasts, my neck, whatever his mouth can find. My hands roam over his back, my nails digging into his skin. It only seems to spur him on. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands clinging to his shoulders. God, it feels so good.
I can feel the moment he gets close, when his body stiffens, and he thrusts into me one more time before his entire body quakes above me.
He collapses to the bed, shifting his weight at the last second so as not to crush me.
We both lie there, skin slick with sweat, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds pass, he rolls to his feet, disposes of the condom, and then climbs back onto the bed beside me and tugs me into his arms.
“I missed you,” he says against my hair, and a feeling of contentment sweeps through me.
“I missed you too.”
He takes a deep breath, his nose buried in my hair as he says, “You going to marry me this time?”
I choke on a laugh and try to turn to see his face. He’s kidding, right?
I catch a smirk and know right away he’s just messing with me, so I say, “Nope.”
He pretends to be wounded, a mock crestfallen expression on his face. “Fine. Fine. But you’ll date me, right? Be my girl?”
I bite my lip. “Yeah. I’ll be your girl.”
He squeezes me again. “About fucking time. And we’re making this Faceplace or Tikgram or whatever the fuck they call it official.”
I laugh. “You’re not even on social media.”
“Don’t care. I'll download all the damn apps just to let everyone out there know Bibiana Sousa ismine.”
BONUS SCENE
My breasts are heavy and god do they hurt. I knew it would be painful once I decided to stop nursing Luis. I just didn’t realize how painful. Urgh. I’m dying.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I tell Emilio, shoving to my feet. I don’t wait for him to respond. I’m about to explode if I don’t do something to relieve the pressure.
Stripping as soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, I turn the shower on full blast and groan as I unhook my bra and it hits the floor. It used to feel amazing taking my bra off when I got home from school, but seriously, with this much freaking milk trapped in my tits, I almost miss the damn thing. I feel like I have to hold my chest up, they’re so sore.
Holding my breasts in my hands, I slipped past the curtain into the steaming shower. The water hits me and I hiss, the temperature near scalding, but at least it acts as a distraction. I stand under the hot spray, breastmilk leaking down my check and stomach and yeah, fuck it, I’m going to milk myself. This is one of those moments of motherhood no one prepares you for.
I wrack my brain, struggling to remember what the lactation nurse told me to do when I first had Luis. Admittedly, I wasn’t paying much attention. I’d just had a baby, and I knew I had a pump. Why on earth would I need to know how to hand express, right?
Except wrong, because here I am. My pump broke a two days ago, and I decided to take it as a sign that now was the time to call it quits. Luis is almost one and barely nursing as it is. Who would have thought I’d miss my breast pump as though it were a body part? Not me.
Okay. Okay. Now what was I supposed to do again?
Hold your breast with your fingers and thumb cupped around your breast in a C shape, near but not touching your areola.The nurse’s voice whispers through my mind.Then, press your fingers and thumb back towards your chest.Ow! I pause and suck in a breath.Grin and bear it, Bibi.It’s not like it’ll get better on its own.
