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Sebastián groans loudly. His body moves underneath my hands, pressing against my mouth, setting an unrepentant pace.
My heart races at having him like this. Crying out, body undulating, breaking apart with pleasure.
I take my mouth away and replace it with another finger. I hook them, searching with their thrusts until they hit the bundle of nerves that has him crying out hoarsely.
“I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I?” I say as a press against his prostate. He makes an unintelligible sound. “But how about we switch positions and you fuck me hard instead?”
It takes a moment for my words to penetrate the haze of pleasure around him. When they do, he needs no further invitation. My fingers slide out of him as he turns and pulls me forwards until I’m the one on my front. He bites kisses into my neck, edged with the delicious frustration of pleasure, before he disappears for a few seconds to grab a condom.
He moulds his body against mine when he returns. I can feel his hard, wet cock against my ass, and I arch against him, moaning in need for him. I get on my hands and knees as I hear him put the condom on and then he pushes inside me with one sudden, achingly perfect thrust.
He fucks me with the same ruthless thoroughness I had shown him. Every time he slams into me, I can feel it down to my knees. The only reason I’m not sliding up the bed is his sure hands keeping my hips back.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, or try to, my own words breaking apart on the stormy waves of my panting breath.
Fuck, I can feel him so deep inside. The pleasure of it doesn’t let me think. Everything is a rising tide of sensation, of want so deep and hot I think it’s going to drown me in molten liquid.
“Sebastián,” I say, pleading for I-don’t-know-what. Instead of giving me more, however, Sebastián suddenly stops thrusting, buried deep inside me.
I groan a protest, but no words come out as he starts fucking me in an unhurried, punching rhythm. He slides out slowly only to snap his hips into a hard thrust. The combination of sensations has me pulling at the sheets, head hanging between my shoulders as I moan.
He rubs a finger over my clit. It’s just a slight, repetitive pressure, and mixed with the tempered pace of his thrusts, it keeps me right on the edge of enough.
“Please. Fuck, you bastard, come on,” I say, trying to push back, but it only makes him slow down. “Fuck you,” I say, stilling as much as I can.
The pleasure turns maddening. My lungs and my hips and the cave of my thighs drip with the juice of it. I can’t think, can’t catch my breath. I can’t even form Sebastián’s name, but it’s the only word inside my head.
He stops again, deep inside, and leans forwards so that he’s plastered against my back. The weight of him has me down to my elbows, and I tilt my face sideways instinctively for a desperate kiss, more the heated slide of tongues than anything else.
“Sebastián,” I say, the word finally leaving me as our mouths part.
“I’ve got you.”
He starts fucking me again. I press my forehead against the bed and thrust against him, so we are two parts of a whole, moving in synchrony. The pleasure has been dragged on for so long that it roars to life at once and then just keeps on burning, higher and higher until it’s all I can feel.
The blinding, white light of it bursts. I moan loudly as the orgasm rushes through me, moving my body with its burning hands. I hear Sebastián say something or make some kind of noise behind me as I clench around his cock, but I’m too far gone to make the details of it out. All I know is he’s coming too, twitching inside me. His hands are leaving bruises on my hips, and I press into them, wanting more.
Time suspends us there for a moment. The pleasure makes a fizzing noise as it dissipates into the air. Sebastián slumps against me and we fall to the side. He buries his face against my sweaty neck, and we just breathe for a while, feeling each other’s heartbeats slow down.
He takes care of the condom, and I go use some mouthwash and pee. I come back to him under the sheets and Nina runs in after me. She hops onto the bed and goes straight for Sebastián, pushing her head against his. I laugh.
“I can’t believe we found the most adorable cat in the world,” I say, getting into the bed. Nina blinks at me and I scratch at her neck and ears. Her purrs are loud and rumbling, making Sebastián and I giggle.
We settle eventually, Nina getting too overheated between us and moving to stretch on top of us, over the sheets. It leaves Sebastián and me to cuddle. He rests his head on my chest, wrapped around me.
It’s the sweetest warmth I’ve ever felt.
