She didn’t answer, letting go of my hand. Silence stretched, and with it my anxiety, but I couldn’t take back the words. The truth was that it did worry me how in the hell I would pleasure the woman I love.
“Don’t look for excuses, Gabriel,” she finally said somberly. “We’ll explore our senses together. In fact, if you’re up for it, let’s start now.”
“Woman, I’m always up for it, but?—”
She put her finger over my mouth, shushing me.
“No buts. I locked the door.” I felt the bed dip, and then she straddled me, her body heat hovering above me. “I’ll put a blindfold over my eyes and we’ll fumble through this together. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“The only thing you tell me is if your injuries bother you, and we’ll stop.”
Her fingers roamed my body, sending shudders through me every time her knuckles brushed against my skin. Her hands worked on the buttons of my shirt, leaving it open as she dragged her palms down my chest and abs until she reached my pants.
“Your body is so hard,” she murmured. She adjusted over me, her wet heat smearing over me, sending blood rushing through my body. My hands came to her hips and found her naked already.
“Fuck,preciosa,” I rasped. “Give me a warning next time.”
Tentatively, with a featherlight touch, she brushed her fingers over my chest.
“Noted,” she murmured, her lips finding mine, and we kissed—deep, wet, and messy. Our teeth clanked, our tongues danced, and I could feel her slippery pussy smearing her wetness over my abs.
She brushed her mouth over the scar, peppering kisses over my chest.
“I love you,” she murmured against my skin, her lips trailing down my neck, and my chest exploded with emotions. I waited years to finally hear those words from her and now that she offered them, I wasn’t strong enough to resist her.
I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her go.
Her hand shook as she struggled with the zipper. Finally tugging it down, she pushed the pants down my thighs, her fingers fumbling slightly, and something about it made me hard as a rock. My cock sprung forward, hard and ready for her, and her small hand wrapped around my throbbing length.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I let out a guttural sound. “I love you too, Amara. So fucking much that I don’t think I can breathe without you.” My hands reached her breasts and I worshipped them, pinching her nipples. She arched into my touch, a moan slipping through her lips.
“No more talk about letting me go,” she said, and the air stilled, my heart threatening to come out of my chest.
“I can’t let you go,preciosa,” I rasped. “Even if I wanted to—and Idon’t.”
She leaned over, resting her forehead against mine.
“We might argue and disagree on a lot of things, but the two of us will do it together… as partners.”
My hands found her face and I held it gently, guiding her lips to mine.
“Together,” I echoed. “Forever.”
My palms gripped her jaw as I pressed my mouth to hers. My tongue swept across her lower lip, wet and messy, and her mouth parted, welcoming me. Our tongues slid against each other in perfect harmony. Lazy and sweet. Delicious and sinful.
She moaned into my mouth and her fingers dug into my hair.
My hand trailed a featherlight touch down the curve of her neck and all the way down her stomach until it reached its destination. The pad of my thumb put pressure on her clit, and I felt slick wetness trickle down my abs.
“I need your pussy strangling my cock,” I groaned, my breath hot against her lips.
We fumbled, my hand reaching between us as I took my hard dick and guided it to her hot entrance, rubbing it up and down her wetness.
Her entrance clenched around the tip of my cock. She put one hand on my chest and took me in hand with the other. My tip found her entrance and she began lowering down, the wet heat clenching around me.
My hands found her hips and I thrust up, impaling her fully. My balls instantly tightened, lust shooting through me, ready to explode.