Page 25 of Ready or Not
“Desiiii,” I moaned, my voice trembling as I felt my orgasm near. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me gasping and tremblingin his arms, teetering on the brink of release. My eyes flew open to meet his intense gaze.
"Not yet, mami… I want to feel you fall apart around me."
Reaching over to the dresser, he grabbed a condom from the top drawer without breaking eye contact. He tore the wrapper with his teeth while I watched his every move with bated breath, my sex dripping with need. Effortlessly rolling the condom on, he positioned himself between my legs.
“Ready for me, mami?”
I nodded breathlessly, but that wasn’t enough for him. He dipped his head closer, his lips brushing lightly against mine. “Words, Solène.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Desi.”
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me, the stretch stealing what little breath I had left. My head tipped back against the wall as we both moaned. He filled me completely, stretching me with an exquisite ache that bordered on ecstasy. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him; I needed to anchor myself, or else I’d lose all sense of reality. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling as we shared the same rhythm, shared this intimate connection born out of something far more profound than lust alone.
“Te sientes mejor de lo que yo imaginé,?*” he whispered as he adjusted his hold on me.
Then he began to move.
His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate and deep, as though he wanted to imprint every inch of himself into me. Each motion sent a shockwave through my body, drawing out soft, uncontrollable whimpers from my lips. My breasts bounced against his chest with every deliberate roll of his hips, the friction between us building like a fire threatening to consume everything. His lips found my neck again, planting open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat, each onebranding me in ways I couldn’t explain. The rhythm of his movements remained steady, controlled, though I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him.
“Desi…” I moaned again, my voice fractured, needy. His name was all I could manage, my thoughts dissolving into the haze of sensation he created in me.
“Say it again,” he demanded against my skin, the gruffness of his tone sending another wave of heat pooling between my thighs. His hips snapped forward, harder this time, the rhythm shifting from patient to insistent. “Say my name like that, mami.”
Unable to deny him anything at this moment, I cried out for him louder this time.
Delivering one brutal thrust that had me seeing stars, he quickly maneuvered me from the wall to his bed. The rhythm of his hips never faltered as he laid me down, it became rougher, more erratic, each thrust punctuated by guttural groans that vibrated against my mouth. My fingernails scraped down his back as he drove into me with a passion that held nothing back. Every roll of his hips pushed me closer to the edge, every deep stroke unraveling me piece by piece. My world narrowed to the feel of him—his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck, his relentless pace stealing every coherent thought from my brain. I clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a choked moan from his lips as he buried himself deeper.
“Mírate...” he licked along the shell of my ear. "“Tan hermosa cuando estás así.”?*
His words—though I didn’t understand—sent a shiver racing down my spine, the timbre of his voice wrapping around me like the most intimate caress. My body arched beneath him, desperate for more as his pace grew increasingly erratic, everythrust dragging against that perfect spot inside me that had me seeing constellations.
I moaned again his name, clawing at his back as he drove me to oblivion. He gripped my thighs hard enough to anchor me, holding me exactly where he wanted as he pulled back just enough to look down at me.
“Dios mío,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “You’re squeezing me so tight... you feel like heaven, mami.” His gaze roamed over me once again, dark and brimming with raw intensity. The slick slide of our bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the sound of our breathing filled the room like a symphony.
Without warning, I broke apart under him, my entire body locking up as pleasure exploded in waves so powerful it left me trembling and gasping for air. His name fell from my lips in a litany, an unending mantra of devotion.
Desi followed me into the abyss, a low growl tearing from his throat as he buried himself deep one final time. His body shuddered against mine, his grip on my thighs tightening as his own release overwhelmed him. He pressed his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling in a chaotic, fragile rhythm, both of us trying to steady ourselves in the aftermath of what had just unraveled between us.
The room fell quiet save for the sound of our ragged breathing and the rain outside the windows. His weight pressed down on me—a comforting, grounding sensation rather than oppressive—and I let my hands travel lazily up his back, feeling the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
My lips quivered into a soft smile, still catching my breath as I shook my head. "No.”
“Good,” he kissed the top of my head, withdrawing from me slowly, the absence of him leaving a strange ache in my belly.He removed the condom carefully, discarding it in the small trash bin by the nightstand before collapsing beside me. His arm sliding in between my legs, he pulled me against him, tucking me securely into his side like I belonged there.
I let out a yawn. “Desi?—”
“Sleep,” he kissed the top of my head once more. “We’ll talk later, mami. For now, just rest.”
I wanted to protest, a dozen words dancing on the tip of my tongue, but the exhaustion in my body, coupled with the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear, stole any rebuttal I might’ve had. His fingers traced gentle patterns along my back, a wordless lullaby that made it almost impossible to resist the pull of sleep.
So I surrendered to the darkness, melting into the warmth of him.
* Te sientes mejor de lo que yo imaginé = you feel better than I imagined
* Mírate... tan hermosa cuando estás así = Look at yourself... so beautiful when you're like this.
