Page 42 of Love Me

“Diego! Oh, god.”

It’s as if me calling his name puts a battery in his back. His tongue seeks out my clit over and over again. The sensations start at the top of my head, and before I know it, they rush through me. I let out one hell of a groan as my orgasm rips through my core.

“Shit,” I pant out.

A satisfied smile plays at his lips. The moisture on them makes me sit up and yank him to me. I kiss the hell out of him, tasting myself on him. An uncontrollable craving for more overcomes me.

It must overwhelm us both, because before I know it, we’re ripping and tearing at one another’s clothing to get naked as quickly as possible.

“Condom,” I say when we’re both nude.

“Just let me look at you,” he replies, sounding breathless and in awe, which causes my clit to pulse. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

His eyes roam over my body, darkening from their normal light brown color. I’m not self-conscious about my body, never have been. But if I were, the way he’s looking at me would erase any doubt I ever had.

As it stands, it’s doing nothing short of making me want to straddle him and ride him until we’re both spent and exhausted.

“I plan on letting you do that soon, baby,” he says, making me realize I’ve said my thoughts out loud.

We’re kissing again, his hands touching every inch of me as if he’s committing the contours of my body to memory. Though this is the first time we’ve been together like this, there isn’t the usual awkwardness of getting to know a lover for the first time.

There’s an ease that part of me feels shouldn’t be here. Not yet, so early into this relationship.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushes me out of nowhere. “You’re thinking too much. Let me fix that.” He moves in between my legs, forcing me to wrap them around his waist. His thumb finds my clit and starts making slow, torturous circles.

“Do you like that?” he asks as if he can’t feel my body’s response to what he’s doing.

I nod.

“No. Tell me, Monique. Do you like that?”

“Yesss,” I hiss.

“Look me in the eyes when you answer me.”

I meet his gaze. “Yes.”

A mischievous grin crosses his face. “I want you to moisturize my beard again.”

“What?”

His answer is to flip our bodies so that he’s laying beneath me while I’m spread eagle, my vagina hovering above his mouth. He yanks me down, and before I can take my next breath, I’m riding his face. The trimmed hairs of his beard tickle the insides of my thighs.

I can feel myself dripping onto him.

“Diego, you feel so good,” I murmur while my hips ride his face. Tossing my head back, I let out a shout as my second orgasm tears through me.

The only sounds around the room are the groans and moans coming from the both of us as he adjusts positions again. Hovering above me, he takes my hands into his, entwining our fingers.

“Eyes on me when I enter you for the first time,” he says against my mouth.

I meet his stare as he pulls his hips back and carefully enters me. He moves slowly, to the point of agony. It’s almost as if he’s holding himself back.

But I don’t want him to hold back. I need him—all of him—inside of me right now.

I wrap my legs around his waist and say, “Take me, Diego.”

He searches my face for something. Reassurance maybe.

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