Page 28 of Springtime Love

I’m now only wearing heels. My back is pressed against the wall and my breasts rise and fall rapidly with my uneven breaths.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispers, running his finger lightly between my breasts, down my stomach, and stopping at my clit. “I’ve been wanting to devour you for a while now.”

I look down to find him staring up at me. A wicked smirk tugs at his lips. In this moment, I realize what I always knew. There’s only one man who will ever truly please me in every sense.

“Take what’s yours, Miguel,” I say seductively, parting my legs.

“All mine?” he asks huskily.

“Yes. All yours.”

He presses two fingers into my pool of arousal. My knees weaken and again I find myself holding onto him. He grins cockily then slides his fingers deep inside me without warning. My pussy stretches and I fight the urge to scream.

The erotic combination of pain and pleasure is rushing through my body. My nails dig into his shoulder. He growls softly but doesn’t tell me to stop.

He lowers his face until I can feel his breath against my clit. He looks up at me as he gently flicks my clit with his tongue. My body trembles from the soft touch but craves more. Much more.

“Miguel,” I plea. “I need…”

“Tell me what you need, Beautiful.” He slowly strokes his fingers in and out of me. My mind is clouding from pleasure. All my emotions whirling around inside me.

“Tell me. Tell me what you need, Ysenia,” he instructs again.

“You… I need you.”

“You can have me,” he replies coolie. “But first, I want to make you cum with my fingers and tongue. And then I’m going to give you all of me.”

“Miguel,” I whimper with need.

“Put your leg over my shoulder.”

Thoughtlessly, I do as I am told.

“Good, Girl,” he grins. His fingers begin sliding in and out of me faster. With each stroke, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of coming.

“Miguel, I’m going to–” I close my eyes and try to focus on enjoying the moment. I’m not ready for it to be over yet. If I come, it’ll end my time with Miguel sooner.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers. I look down into his mesmerizing eyes. He reaches his hand up and strokes my cheek softly. “We aren’t leaving this room for hours so don’t hold back. Give me what’s mine.”

As though his words were a command, I shatter around his fingers.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Give me what I crave,” he growls, slamming his fingers in and out of me.

“Miguel!” I scream.

He sucks on my clit while his tongue flicks it fast and hard. Another orgasm rocks through me without warning. His name rolls off my tongue countless times as I ride out my orgasms. Each orgasm was more intense than the last.

“So perfect,” Miguel whispers, standing up and kissing me. “Can I have you?”

His words are soft and filled with emotion. Not sexual but something else. Even his eyes are different than moments ago.

Hope fills me at the thought of him wanting to be with me romantically. Miguel has always been the man of my dreams. When I was younger, I spent countless hours daydreaming about him asking me out. Him and I being more than just Jenna’s older brother and best friend.

“What?” I ask softly.

He stares at me in silence for a while. It’s as though he is trying to find the answer inside me. Or maybe I misread him and he wants to make a run for it.

“Miguel? Are you okay?” I wave my hand in front of his face.

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