Page 59 of Café Diablo

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” he growls, a whole line of obscenities bursting out of him as he comes—hard and savagely, his hands clutching my hips as he pushes his weight and cock deep into my cunt and releases himself.

His whole weight is draped over my back, and my open legs are spread and aching with the weight of him. He burrows his head into my shoulder blades, gasping for breath, my pussy still quivering on his thickness.

I match his breath, pushing back on my hands to hold his weight. “Holy shit, Counselor!” I praise. “I ask you to let go and when you do—! God, that was amazing!”

“Shit, I—” He shakes his head against my back, his tone apologetic. He releases my hips and runs a hand over my pert breasts, caressing them softly as if he needs to apologize for giving me such a hot orgasm. “I—I don’t know what came over me. I just saw you in the truck and I, I—”

“Do not—” I scold. “Apologize for once again fucking me like a god.”

Only, Edwin pulls out of me quickly and shuffles backwards out of the truck. The release of his weight from my body is a shock, and the sudden emptiness of him no longer inside me leaves me surprisingly dejected.

“Edwin?” I ask, watching him take several steps away from the truck, before moving to the left and out of my view. A second later, I feel him lean his weight against the side of the truck bed as whispers and curses come falling from his lips.

My knee and thighs throb as I lower them, my pussy deliciously sore. But despite how incredible my orgasm just was, something is wrong.

I yank my bra and tank top back into position and right my skirt, not bothering with the thong that’s now lost in the sandy dirt.

When I inch out of the cab to look at Edwin, I see him leaning against the end of the truck bed, tucking himself back in his pants. After he’s done righting himself, he tilts his head back and looks up at the stars—a million billion stars slung across the sky making us seem small and insignificant.

I watch him for several moments, standing there all alone and far away from me, breathing hard. I suddenly want to paint him in this raw moment, a man who just unleashed a wickedness of pleasure, standing in an inky black cauldron of stardust. I wish I could paint him so he could see how beautiful he is—right now,anda moment ago when he was consumed by his lust. Both parts of him are completely captivating.

But that breathing—his ragged deep gulps of sky salt—thatisn’t good.

“Hey,” I say softly, stepping out into the sand, which is cold and damp with the rising moon. My legs are like noodles, half-numb from being so wickedly spread, but despite their ache I manage to walk over to where he is near the tailgate.

Edwin is staring at the sky and breathing so hard I can tell the incredible release he just felt has been usurped by this new tension that’s overtaken him.

“Hey,” I repeat, putting both of my hands on his chest. He flinches like he forgot I was here, but then I lean into my hands and press. I press as hard as I can into the buttons of his shirt, becoming a weight that wrings out whatever is in him right now that’s panicking.

He gasps.

He gasps several times, sharply, refusing to look at me. But he lets me push against his sternum as he stares up at the hot sparkling sky above us, the contact of my hands releasing something deep in his ribs.

After several more gasps, he puts a hand over mine and squeezes softly—a thank you, or a plea to not let go. And when he finally looks at me, I can see how scared he was a second ago, how completely consumed he was by the idea of being out of control.

“You’re fine,” I whisper. “I’m right here.”

Something scared fleets through his eyes, and I see him skim my body as if he’s afraid he broke something.

“I’m fine,” I reassure him. “Hell, I’mbetterthan fine,” I say, meaning the orgasm and how he turned into an animal. “That was—” I nod back to the cab of the truck and his hand tightens, like he doesn’t want me to talk about it, but I need him to understand. “Edwin,” I press, curling my fingers into his shirt and gripping it tightly. “Youwere incredible.”

I step forward and push all the air out from between us.

“I get that it might have been outside of your comfort zone, but—” I lift a hand up to his cheek, but his jaw is tight and angry. “Edwin,” I say softly. “I trusted you completely.”

I kiss him, tentatively brushing my lips over his, testing to see if he’s okay with my advance.

At first he doesn’t react, but then he takes me in a kiss that’s so hot and so raw that I completely unravel. He wraps his arms around me like anchors, dragging me up his body to his mouth, and all I know is that this kiss is not just a kiss—it’s something more, something else. It’s me, bearing witness to the fact that Edwin just let down his guard.

Edwin let himself be out of control.

Edwin dared to fuck me so hard we both saw another side of the world.

It hits me that intimacy with Edwin is not flowers and romance. True intimacy with this man is letting him be wild and vulnerable enough to take me like an animal. And that scares him, because he’s never let himself access such a deep desire.

I kiss him back and hold him and let the waves crash on the beach. I let the strain of his arms cling to my back with whatever is in him that’s scared and desperate. I hold him until that uncertainty dissipates and he starts to relax.

I hold him, and kiss him, and keep whispering, “You are beautiful, Edwin. So damn beautiful. You leave me breathless.”

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