Page 58 of A Promise For Tomorrow

She wantedcrazy, but her fine ass is going to have to wait on that. We’ll have plenty of time for crazy, downright filthy sex. That’s my forte.

Tonight, I’m going to be completely vulnerable, completely open, and give her slow. For every minute she is in my arms, I will worship her. Savor her. Take my time on her. Leaving no part of her body unmarked by my lips, my fingers…my tongue.

I tug her sweater over her head and toss it to the side. The pads of my fingers trace up her spine, leaving goosebumps springing in their wake as they work the closure on her bra. When the clasps are undone, I lower her bra straps down her arms until it drops to the floor.

Gorgeous perky breasts greet me. I want to twirl my tongue around them, suck and bite—but I don’t. Lowering myself down to one knee, I place her foot on top of it. Her hands land on my shoulders to steady herself. I remove her Ugg boot, and then her sock before swapping feet and doing the same. Those black yoga pants are next to go. I hook my thumbs into the waistband on each hip and lower them excruciatingly slowly, until they are at her ankles.

Fuck, she isn’t wearing any panties.My cock swells and throbs as it presses against the zipper of my jeans.

She steps out of one pant leg and I take the time to grip her thigh, raising it up. I start from her toes, kissing the pad of each one, moving to the inside of her ankle and up her calf. I run my lips and hands up until I reach the apex of her thighs.

It takes everything in me not to bite the inside of her thigh.

Not to push my nose into the soft curls at the top of her slit and inhale before plunging my tongue into her wet cunt.

Instead, I lick her bikini line and drop her leg back down. Mytongue skims across her stomach and over to the other side. It continues its pursuit down her bikini line again and over her inner thigh as my fingers grip her calf, pulling it up and kissing my way down to her ankle and toes. When I tug her pants out of the way and add them to the rest of the pile, she whispers my name.

“Diego.” It’s a gentle plea.

Rising to stand, I bring her face back to mine. Our lips crash as I claim them. My fingers twine into her hair as I walk her backwards towards the jacuzzi tub. When we reach the two small steps to enter, I break the kiss, feeling breathless and euphoric. A smirk carves my face as I point to the tub.

“In.”

“So bossy.” She rolls her eyes.

My cock swells even more. I want nothing more than to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. I know that’s exactly what she wants me to do.

But again, I refrain.

In no time, I’m naked, adding my clothes to the growing pile before laying towels out in front of the gas fireplace.That’s next. For now, I saunter over to the bed and grab the bottle of champagne.Fuck the glasses. We won’t be needing them.

She leans forward, making room for me to slide in behind her. I press a kiss to both her shoulders before placing one over the small butterfly tattoo. Madison hums her approval as she closes her eyes and leans back against me.

Pressing both thumbs to the cork, I pop the champagne, sending it flying across the room. Madison jerks forward out of fright, causing some of the water to slosh over the edge. Her head tilts as she peers up at me giggling and biting her lower lip.

“Gets me every time. Even when I’m prepared for it.” Her giggles continue, filling me with adoration.

I press another kiss to her temple, unable to keep my lips off her. Knowing I need to slow it down, I take a swig ofchampagne. The bubbles burst across my tongue like Pop Rocks. I tilt Madison's chin up.

“Open,” I command, unable to ease that side of me completely.

Her jaw releases, as she forms an O with her lips. I tilt the bottle, letting a small stream flow into her mouth, before replacing my own over hers and whispering against her lips, “Now swallow.”

The black of her pupils expand as they stare up into my own.

“Good girl. Would you like some more?”

She nods her head, her eyes glowing with the reflection of the candles surrounding the tub.

I tilt her head back against my chest and grip her jaw. She opens immediately. Tilting the bottle again, I pour more into her mouth until it overflows and she’s forced to gulp it down. Her neck works under my fingers that are pressed there. The excess drips down her chin and over her neck before disappearing into the water.

I drop a kiss to her lips before taking another swig. Then my head is lowering into the crook of her neck, lapping up the rest from her skin. Lowering the bottle to the steps with one hand, my other releases her neck as it trails down over the swell of her right breast. Cupping it in my palm, my thumb circles the pink bud. My left hand catches up, repeating the process. Sinking them both beneath the bubbles and rose petals, one claims her hip, while the other dives between her legs.

“Yes,” Maddy purrs.

“You’re going to come on my fingers,Mariposita. And then I am going to clean you up before I slide my cock inside you by that fireplace.” She shivers in approval against me.

As my fingers part her lips and find their way inside, she is already moaning my name. Her head rests against my shoulder as her hips move, gyrating against my hand and cock pressedagainst her ass cheeks. Water sloshes over the rim of the tub as we increase our momentum.

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