Page 60 of João
Every single muscle in my body was slack while my nerve endings crackled and popped, making me tremble as the orgasm subsided.
João’s sure movements got me out of the cuffs and into the middle of the bed, and I laid on the fluffy firmness, a puddle of all that was good and right with the world as I got a front-row seat to him undressing. The black shirt and slacks came off, followed by his boxers. It was choreography worthy of a Tony. He didn’t show off, but his movements were sure and so seductive. Smooth dark skin, with just the right amount of hair on his arms, legs and chest. I could run my fingers over his chest and have something to play with. Thick arms to hold onto, a solid midsection to hug during cold days, and yes…
Thank you, Jesus Christ.
“You okay, boa menina? Do you need a break?” João asked as the bed yielded to him. He settled next to me, his warmth making my skin tingle. God, this man had me feening and I hadn’t had him inside of me yet.
“No, it’s okay, I’m okay. I just need a minute.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’ve had sex. I’ve had good sex. I’ve had great sex, but that? What was that?”
His deep rumble shook the bed.
“That’s just us.” He shrugged, his thick shoulders shifting as he settled.
“If that’s us and we haven’t even…”
“See, we have. My penis doesn’t need to be inside of you for us to have experienced deep, satisfying sex. If this was all we did tonight? I’d be good, boa menina. The way you came for me? I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I do want that dick though?” I shifted to rest my head on my fist, staring at his face. More salt seasoned his beard than the day I met him. We’d been in each other’s lives for months and forged a connection based on much more than the sensual. I knew this man. He knew my heart. Taking our time had been the right choice for me.
“Good, ‘cause I want you, all of you. But I need you to know that you’re everything, just like that. Having sex with you, making love to you…it will just make something perfect even better.”
“Who knew under all that stoicism was a charmer?” I shifted closer to him, chasing his heat and comfort.
“I’ve always been romantic with you; you just weren’t paying attention.” He sounded so aggrieved. Sweet man. Not pausing to allow my brain to take over, I charted a path down below with my fingers, the smooth terrain peppered by scars and hair. Time was on my side; we had nowhere to be but here. The rise and fall of his chest mesmerized me as my fingers explored.
“Kiss me, João, I need you,” I whispered in his ear, and before the next gulp of air filled my lungs, his lips provided the oxygen I needed.
Tongues dancing, my reward for waiting was well worth it. Heavy weight settled on me, hardness pressing against soft wetness, slickness removing any friction. Hands trapped above my head, João commanded my body with brushes of his lips over my feverish skin, touches of his skin against mine, growls reverberating through my core.
His intense appraisal tethered me in the moment; nothing existed but him and me.
“Open up for me, Paraiso.”
“What…what’sparaiso?”
“My peace, my paradise…fuuuck.” Flesh met flesh. My waters flowed, giving blessings upon blessings of joy and deliriousness. Fullness I never knew I could experience. He lifted one of my thighs, spreading me wider as he thrust into me; my pussy embraced his slick length, holding on, completely enamored with his dick.
Mind connection, body ties, we were beautifully in sync. The man bent me like a rag doll, flipped me over, put me on all fours,sat me on top, and crooned at me promising I could take that dick until he had me sobbing.
“My boa menina, yes, you can come again for me. See how that pussy loves my dick? Yes, my dick is in love with her too.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust inside of me. He had the right angle too, hitting that spot men seldom knew how to find.
“Ohh My God!”
“Ah, ah, ah, no taking the name of the Lord in vain.”
“That wasn’t me taking it in vain, that was me doing a quick prayer of perseverance.”
“If you can do all this talking, you can take this dick.”
And take it I did.
Whatever awkwardness that happens that first time you have sex with someone was inconsequential. My pussy made that weird air noise and before I had time to be embarrassed, he blew a raspberry on my stomach in response, never slowing down as his delicious plunges carried me deeper and deeper under.
The current dragged me down below, where only our grunts and moans existed, where the scents of arousal, leather, and smoke abounded, where our souls touched each other. That caress, that nudge was all I needed.
“João…I’m coming again. Ohhh, Master!”
“That’s right, come for me, paraiso. Give it to me.” His voice roughened as my pussy quickened around him, and the flood carried me away as he filled me up with his own ecstasy.
