Page 96 of Outspoken

Amber smiles up at me with those alluring blue eyes, arms around my waist, and I run my fingers through her damp hair. She smells like citrus soap, like she just came from the shower. And her face is clean and natural, which makes my heart happy. She’s so gorgeous, and I love seeing her this way.

I slipped in a comment the last time we met, telling her how beautiful she is under all the makeup. She had rolled her eyes and said to be careful because it sounded like boyfriend talk. Then she emphasized strongly that I wasnother boyfriend, pushing me to the door.

But I see my comment got through.

As much as this situation is weighing on me, it’s the little things like that helping me to hold on.

I want to hold on to her forever.

Our brief moment of tenderness passes as she turns her attention to my pecs, unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as she can and peeling it down my arms.

Biting her lip and tracing her fingers over my muscles tats, she says, “Come on. Bedroom.”

“How was your day?” I ask, making an attempt at something more.

She grabs my wrist, pulling me down the hallway, completely dodging the question.

“How’s school?”

As we reach her room, which has minimal furniture and isn’t decorated—like she just moved in—she gives me an amused look. “That’s not important.”

“Had to try.”

She rolls her eyes. “Dork.”

That little ember in my chest flares. I’m loving that term more and more. “Hermosa mujer que tiene mi corazón.”

Beautiful woman who has my heart.

She hooks her finger in my belt loop. “Mmm, I don’t know what you’re saying, but keep talking.”

I reach around her back to unzip her dress, kissing her neck. “Eres todo lo que he estado buscando.”

You're everything I've been searching for.

Her dress falls to the floor, revealing that she’s not wearing a bra or panties. I get hard from everything I'm seeing, just like I keep getting myself excited thinking about her when I'm alone at night. I'm approaching mid-life and she's given me the sex drive of a teenager.

She seems to think I'm kidding when I say her body is perfect, but I'm completely serious. She's got real curves—a full, round ass, wide hips, breasts that fit wonderfully in my hands.

I reach around to cup that sexy-as-hell ass, then I lift her, pressing her back against a plain white bedroom wall. She wraps her legs around my waist as I press my cock into her center.

“Pasar para siempre conmigo.”

Spend forever with me.

“No puedo vivir el resto de mi vida sin ti.”

I can't live the rest of my life without you.

She moans and then kisses me, eagerly taking my mouth while I grind her without holding back.

“God,” she says in a breathy tone that makes me ready to fuck her right here against the wall. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that. Not yet. I want my vibrator.”

I carry her to the bed and lay her down. In the few weeks we’ve been doing this, I’ve learned a lot about what mi corazón prefers. She likes it a bit rough and dirty, always mixing up positions so it’s never the same as the previous time, and she likes a variety of toys and sensations, especially being filled. Some men get their pride hurt when a woman uses toys, but it doesn’t bother me. I want my woman to have as much pleasure as she can handle. As long as I get to be there, I’m in heaven.

I kick my jeans and briefs off, half-smiling when she stares at my twitching cock with hungry eyes. Then I kiss my way up her body, starting with her toes. She giggles when I graze ticklish areas, reaching for the pink vibrator and plug she left on the white nightstand. My cock throbs from thinking about where that pink plug is going.

When my mouth reaches her hips, I spread her open, using my tongue to get her squirming. She’s already soaking, so I dive in for a taste, filling her with three fingers as I lick her crease.

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