Page 89 of Forever Mine

“Querida,” I growl, “Are we done?”

“Just one more,” she whispers breathlessly as I hear her fiddling with something. Monica cups my cheek with her hand as she rests our foreheads together. “Open, tesoro.”

I know it’s the s’more before it hits my tongue. She’s sandwiched a peanut butter cup between the marshmallow and two graham crackers, and the oozing marshmallow begins to melt the chocolate against my lips. Her mouth meets mine as she sweetly but tentatively slides her tongue against my lips. I yank her into my lap as our kiss turns passionate, my hands kneading her ass with desperation. God. This woman. This fucking woman. Been inside her nonstop this week, but it’s never enough.

“Need you now,querida,” I murmur as I pepper kisses down her neck. Her hands grab the tie around my eyes and whip it off. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I open them to see Monica’s lust-filled gaze.

“I’m yours,tesoro,” she whispers.

“Mine,” I growl as I slide my hand under the edge of her shorts to find her wet and bare center. “No panties? Really?”

“Easier access,” she giggles breathlessly as she leans down to lightly bite my collarbone. I groan as the sensation zings straight to my cock, and I slide two fingers effortlessly into her pussy. Her responding moan is loud as the sound reverberates off the trees. The twilight hour, along with the fire pit, has left an ethereal glow around Monica as her molten gaze meets mine. “Please, Gabriel.”

“Please what?”

“Make me come. I need to come.”

“How do you want to come,querida? On my fingers? Against my tongue? My cock deep inside you, so deep that you can’t tell where I end and you begin?”

She moans gutturally. “Yes, yes, please. All of it. Gabriel, please.”

“Eyes open,querida. I need your eyes.” Monica’s eyes struggle to open as pleasure overtakes her. I rub her G-spot while grinding my palm against her clit. “Come, baby girl.”

Monica’s eyes roll back as her body listens to my command. She comes beautifully on my hand, clutching my fingers so tightly I can only tap her G-spot as she rides the orgasmic wave. Her head falls to my shoulder as she shudders.

Once her breathing has calmed, Monica raises her head to stare at me. Her expressive eyes show a myriad of emotions. Hunger, love, contentment. She leans in and presses a tender kiss against my lips.

“Are you coming in my mouth or my pussy,tesoro?” she whispers. Holy fucking hell.

“Damn,querida. Fuck,” I swear. “Your pussy. Need your pussy.”

I pick her up and yank her shorts down before pulling my cock out. Her eyes flutter closed as I rub the engorged tip up and down her slit before resting against her opening.

“Eyes,” I demand as I slide my fingers through her hair and grab hold. “Watch me as I’m fucking you,anjinho.” I use my other hand to pull Monica down onto my length, and we groan in unison. Her toes barely touch the ground, and she tries to move her legs to give her traction, but I stop her. “I’ve got you,querida. Let me do all the work.”

I take Monica’s legs and, one by one, move them, so her calves are over my shoulders. She’s pretzeled against me as her walls squeeze me tightly. “Hold onto my neck, baby.”

Monica wraps her hands around my neck and latches her fingers into my hair as I grab her ass and lower her up and down onto my shaft. It’s painstakingly slow. Erotic. Carnal. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“Gabriel,” Monica breathes. “Gabriel, this is too …”

“I know,querida. Just let me. I need you like this.”

Our connection is unbreakable as I watch the pleasure overtake her. Her beautiful eyes have turned molten as I slowly make love to her. Monica’s hands have slid toward my face as she cups my cheeks. One tear slides down her cheek.

“I love you so much,” I whisper fiercely. Our lips meet as my pace picks up. Her wanton cries become louder as we both hurtle toward our orgasms.

“I love you, Gabriel. Oh, fuck, oh yes. Right there!” Monica moans.

A sheen of sweat covers my entire body as I move her up and down. My arms are beginning to cramp, but I can’t stop. It feels too good. Too right. Too perfect.

As the moon casts a low light across my backyard, Monica and I come together as fireworks dance behind my eyelids. My dick continues to pulse inside her as her fluttering walls slow.

“Holy shit,” Monica giggles breathlessly. “That was … well. That was something.”

I chuckle as Monica slowly moves her legs from my shoulders with a groan.

“You’re more flexible than I thought you were,” I comment as I wipe a hand across my face.

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