Page 98 of Outspoken

“Fuck me,” she calls out.

I fuck her.

I’m surprised at my ability to keep from coming because being able to grab her ass and watch it bounce against my pelvis has me feeling feverish. I knead her hips as she presses her vibrator against her clit and moans, her body twitching. The buzzing is so strong I can feel it on my cock. It’s a lot of sensation, so I bite my lip, trying to hold back a little longer. I want her to come first so I can feel her tighten around me. I love feeling her tremble and squeeze, drawing out everything I have to give.

Her back arches and she whispers my name. For a second, I think I’m hallucinating. She’s never said my name during sex, keeping it distant and casual. But she’s been so different today. More relaxed. I don’t know what’s up.

Doesn’t matter.

In case she says my again, I want her lips closer, so I wrap an arm around her waist, encouraging her to straighten and lay her head back against my shoulder. I can’t thrust as hard or fast in this position—more like a gentle rocking—so I focus on other ways to pleasure her, pressing one hand over hers to push the vibrator harder into her clit. My other hand teases her breasts before I bring two fingers to her lips. She loves being filled, so she happily sucks them into her mouth.

She moans and moans, and then pulls my fingers out.

“Miguel.”

I don’t last. I grab her hips and she falls forward onto her hands as I thrust hard, fast, and deep. Her ass smacks into me roughly as I come in her, my muscles tensing and shaking.

She moans my name once more time and then tightens around my cock, reaching her own ecstasy.

“Don’t stop,” she says, bouncing her ass off me. “Don’t stop. Harder. Miguel…Miguel…”

I’ve never come twice in a row, but somehow she gets me close again with her demands and the heavenly sound of my name on her lips. I can sense she’s close, so I press my thumb against the plug’s jewel and move it in a circle.

She screams my name this time and then falls into non-stop moans as her body trembles. I love the way mi amor comes with such intensity.

I soon follow, filling her with everything I have left as I thrust and squeeze her ass. Finally, we both collapse on the bed in exhaustion.

After removing the plug and setting it on a towel on the floor, she rolls onto her side, away from me. She told me she hates cuddling, but our sex felt intimate today. I have to try. I have to risk it. My heart is bursting right now, and I don’t want this moment to fade. I roll onto my side slowly, running my hand up her hip before curving it around her stomach, spooning her into me.

I hold my breath, anticipating her rejection, but it never comes. She inches back, nestling in. I’m filled with heavenly light. This is the happiest I think I’ve ever felt, so I say a silent prayer to Santa Muerte in my head because all those candles have finally worked.

Amber inhales deeply and then releases a long sigh. “Today was a shitty day.”

“Yeah?” I ask cautiously.

“Yeah.”

She falls silent and stares at the closet. I open my mouth to press for more, but I stop myself. All I’ve ever done is push. I’d love to have deep convos and listen to everything about her day, but if all she wants is to cuddle, I’m happy to lie here with her without speaking.

I close my eyes and inhale her, enjoying the moment as it is.

“Can I tell you something that stays between us?” she asks softly.

“Always.”

She pushes deeper into me, gripping my forearms. “I, um, haven’t been going to school.”

“Why not?”

“I’m going to fail. What’s the point?”

I kiss her shoulder, resting my hand against her stomach. The way she’s finally letting me in has my thoughts racing. I need to be careful or she’ll put up that wall again. “Why do you think you’ll fail?”

“Ugh, long story. There’s a problem with one of my teachers. He has a grudge against me and refuses to give me decent grades, no matter how hard I work.”

“Seems unfair.”

“Yeah. He’s a prick.”

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