Page 71 of Forever Mine

"Come, baby. Come right now."

Monica screams as a powerful orgasm overtakes her, squeezing me so hard she milks the cum right out of me. I think I black out for a second. Best orgasm of my life.

We both pant as our orgasms finish.

"I didn't actually intend to take you against the kitchen wall," I mutter against her neck. Monica lets out a breathy giggle.

"I'm very much not complaining."

I raise my head to look at her face. She is completely sated with a small smile covering her face. I wipe a few tendrils of hair that are stuck against her sweaty cheek and give her a saucy grin.

"I'd say that was worth the wait."

Her eyes open as she grins back at me.

"When can we do that again?"

"I'm gonna need a little bit," I respond wryly. As much as I'd love to take Monica upstairs immediately and have her screaming in seconds, I'm forty-five. I have to be realistic. I'm gonna need at least a half hour to recover.

"Do you want to eat?" she asks, and I lift an eyebrow at her. She barks back a laugh. "Notme. I meant the food I cooked!"

"I'd rather eat you."

"I'd rather that as well, but I think we could both use some sustenance if we're going to do that again tonight," Monica says.

"Yes, we're doing that again. More than once," I tell her.

"Really?" she asks, her eyes wide with shock.

"Yes,querida. Why do you look so surprised?"

"Because most guys don't do that?"

"What does that mean?"

"I've never had sex more than twice in a night. I just figured that was normal."

"Querida, I'm only going to say this once. I'm not like other guys. And when my cock is still buried inside you, I'd prefer we not talk about your sex life before me. So let's just act like I took your virginity, okay?"

"Sure, whatever. I'm just assuming you were a saint then, huh," she says with a roll of her eyes.

"No. And I know you weren't either. But bringing up old partners isn't how I want to spend our time together. I want to focus on the future, not the past. And especially in the present. Like right now. Want to focus on the fact that I can still feel your cunt trembling. The taste of you on my tongue. The feel of your skin against mine. I don't care what you've experienced in the past. All that matter is what we're experiencing together from this moment."

I kiss the top of her breast, and her quick intake of breath tells me she's not only enjoying my attention but also my words. I let my tongue slide against her nipple, and she whimpers. She subconsciously grinds against me, and it's my turn to moan. My cock is hardening inside her. I can't even remember the last time I got hard this fast. Just makes me even more certain that Monica was made to be mine.

"Gabriel …" she moans.

"Querida. I need you again." I figured I'd need at least a half hour before taking Monica again. But with the first thrust, I know it'll be over quickly if I take her fast and hard like the first time.

I begin to move and rest my forehead against hers. Our first time was fast, furious, and hard. This time I'm able to control myself a little more. Our eyes are open and connected. It's the most touching moment of my life. Myanjinho, my sexy little spitfire, has me completely wrapped around her perfect little pinkie finger.

"I need to touch you," Monica whispers, and it takes me a moment to understand what she's saying. I immediately pull my belt from her wrists. I kiss each wrist quickly before Monica wraps them around my neck tightly.

I feel emotion rising in an innate need to tell her how I feel, but I know she's not ready for it yet. So I tell her in Portuguese. I whisper against her lips how I'm in love with her. How I begin every day with her name on my lips. That I want to make all of her dreams come true. How desperate I am for her.

Tears cascade down Monica's cheeks as I give her all of me. I'm hers. All hers. There's no moving forward without her. From this moment on, I'm ruined for her.

"Gabriel," she whimpers as I feel her clench me harder.

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