Page 9 of Sin and Seduction

He asked because I had just spread my mother's ashes. He’s asking because this is the first time I’ve gotten out of bed and shown any interest in anything. He’s asking because he loves me and only wants what I want, and it makes me want him more.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I stand on my toes to whisper in his ear. “I want to make love to my husband,” I say, and his hands immediately wrap around my waist, pulling me against him.

He kisses down my neck, his tongue making a slow and wet trail as I moan against him. I missed him so much. I missed our connection and the pure, potent ecstasy we make each other feel when we’re like this. It’s heaven on Earth, and I’m done spending another minute apart from him. I place my hands on his shoulders and pull myself up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist, my breasts now in his face. He lets out a dark chuckle.

“Eager today, mi amor?” he says, and I nod quickly, making him chuckle more.

I love seeing him like this. I know there’s still a threat out there. I’m sure there will always be a threat out there in his world. His sister is still missing, and my mom is dead, but everything else dissipates when we’re alone like this together. It is just him and I in our perfect little bubble.

“I missed my husband,” I say, licking a patch around his ear, making him flinch.

Is El Oscuro ticklish?

I do it again and gain the same response; it makes me laugh wholeheartedly.

“So, the most notorious cartel leader has a spot that makes him ticklish. Why is it, Dante, that I always find something that gives me power over you?” I ask playfully, and he stares at me, his eyes serious.

“You’ve always had power over me, Esmeralda. You’re the only one who can bring me to my knees.” My heart stops in my chest as he sets me down.

He goes to his knees in front of me, his mouth splattering kisses across my stomach and thighs before landing on my lace-covered pussy. He pulls my panties down with his teeth, and I step out of them before he throws them across the room. He stares at me for a while, my sex growing wetter under his heated, amber gaze. I don’t feel scrutinized or embarrassed when he looks at me like this. I feel wanton and desired. I feel like a goddess.

“Kiss me,” I say, and he does, just not on my mouth.

No, instead, he lands the longest and hottest kiss directly on my clit. Holding me open and pulling one of my legs over his shoulders as he starts to devour me. I tremble in his grasp, already on the precipice of coming. I feel weightless like I’m floating. He eats me slowly and so deep that I feel like he’s trying to crawl inside of me. Within minutes, I’m shaking and releasing on his tongue. Quivering and crying in his arms as he eats me all the way through.

As soon as I float back down to Earth, he’s picking me up and laying me gently on his bed. He’s never been so gentle with me. Usually, when we’re intimate, we attack each other like wild animals, but tonight, my husband is treating me like I’m his most prized possession, and it makes me wetter than I’ve ever been before.

He moves to take his shirt off, but I stop him. I go to my knees and crawl to him, his eyes tracking my every movement like a predator. I let my hands snake up his body, brushing over his hardened cock and gripping the end of his shirt. I pull it slowly over his head, kissing his full lips and laughing as his beard tickles me. His shirt drops on the floor, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling my naked body against his bare chest. It feels so natural and warm when we’re like this, like this is the only place we’re meant to be. Bare and vulnerable and with each other.

He grabs my hands and tries to pull them away so he can undo his jeans, but I keep them on his as he guides us to his cock. He frees himself, and even though my hands immediately want to start exploring, I take my time and pull his underwear and pants down slowly, letting them drop to the floor as I stare at his beautiful, hard sex. He’s so perfect in every way. He’s hard and soft, golden and dark, rugged and elegant all at once. I decide that I refuse to spend another minute away from him as I bend down and pull his cock slowly into my mouth.

He tilts his head back and moans, his hands going to my hair as I bob my head up and down slowly, taking him deeper into my mouth each time I go down. I want to make him come like this. Mostly because he never lets me, but also because I want to consume him. I want to know and taste nothing but Dante.

Just as I feel his cock swell and his veins bulge, he pulls me away, my mouth leaving him with apop. He shakes his head at me, clicking his tongue and wagging his finger as his eyes look dark and mischievous. I lay back on the bed, my legs spread slightly as he stares at my bare pussy. He crawls onto his large bed, his mouth leaning down to taste me once again, but I press my foot against his shoulder to stop him, clicking my tongue at him like he just did with me. He gives me a naughty smile, kissing my ankle before letting his lips travel up my leg. Thank God I shaved in the shower this morning. I really let myself go in the grooming department these last couple of weeks.

He lays on top of me, his hands on either side of my head as my hips instinctively arch up to meet him. He groans when my wetness coats his cock, sliding all around, trying to gain access or at least some sort of friction. He shakes his head at me, grabbing my hands and pinning them with his.

“Slow,” he says, circling his hips against mine, making me cry out as he slowly sinks inside of me.

He stops all movement once he reaches the hilt, staring into my eyes. There’s so much love in his. So much that it makes me tear up as he begins to move slowly. He stops again, stunned by my tears.

“We can stop if you want to,” he says, and I shake my head, locking my fingers with his as tears spill over.

“Then why are you crying?” he asks, and I give him a smile.

“Because I just love you,” I say, his eyes closing, soaking in this peaceful, wondrous moment.

“I just love you, too, baby,” he says, his eyes open and burning bright as he plunges deep into my bed, fucking me slowly and thoroughly.

He circles his hips and dives deep, touching places only he, himself, has ever reached before. It’s all his, every part of me. Every piece of flesh, every salty tear. Every cry, every moan. It’s all for him, and it always has been.

“Mi amor,” he moans, kissing my throat before kissing each of my breasts. “Mi ciela,” he says around my nipple, sucking it slowly into his mouth as I cry out, my hips arching into his as he presses even deeper within my pussy. I feel my wetness leaking out from between us and onto my thighs.

“My wife,” he hisses as he shoves in so deep, I swear he’s touched my heart.

I scream, convulsing around him as my orgasm hits me in deep, rolling waves. He continues to pump into me slowly, a second climax hitting me as he finally finds his. He lets go of my hands and wraps his arms around me, growling into my throat as his semen coats my womb in deep, thick pulses.

We lay quietly in each other's arms after, just breathing each other in before he starts peppering me with kisses again, making me laugh as his beard tickles my bare flesh all over.

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