Page 43 of Love Me

“Please,” I beg.

He curses, and then surges deep inside of me.

Shit!

This is the moment I realize I asked for more than I could take. Diego isn’t small. A fact I tried hard not to think about in the past. But somehow, I always knew.

“Breathe, Monique,” he says.

I push out the breath I was holding.

“Look at me,” he orders. His eyes search mine. He places a kiss to my forehead, and my entire body melts around him. I’ve always loved his forehead kisses the most.

He must know.

Our bodies become in sync as we find a rhythm that’s meant exclusively for us, just like the rest of our relationship. We kiss until our lips become swollen and then kiss some more.

It’s like neither one of us can get enough. A third orgasm rolls over me. My pussy walls clamp down around him. But Diego doesn’t come inside of me. I can see the strain from the veins in his neck that it takes a herculean effort to pull himself out of me.

He strokes himself once, then another time before jets of his cum splash onto my stomach. I reach down and use my finger to bring it to my lips.

Diego groans as he watches me lick his cum from my finger.

“I’m a goddamn fool for waiting for so damn long,” he mumbles. He kisses me again.

It takes a while for us to catch our breaths. When we do, Diego is the first to move. He gets up from the bed. I unabashedly watch the muscles of his ass flex as he walks to the bathroom.

A beat later, he returns with a warm washcloth to wipe me off. A purr claws its way out of my mouth.

“Stop that.” He playfully swats the side of my butt.

“Why?” I tease.

“Because if you keep making those noises, I’m not going to give you time to rest before I’m balls deep inside of you again.”

My pussy lips squeeze at the thought of having him inside of me again. As much as I would love that, I do need a short break.

He tosses the cloth onto the nightstand and climbs back into bed. His long body curls around mine, and I sigh into his hold.

I'm exhausted. Too tired to contemplate the repercussions of what we’ve just done. Given my track record, I feel like I’m bound to mess this up somehow.

As I start to dose off, I can’t help but to remember the ways in which my past mistakes almost ruined me and Diego.

CHAPTER9

Then

Monique

I knew he would be here, but seeing his face as soon as we enter this Christmas party puts me on edge. I’m with my parents and siblings for a holiday party at Townsend Manor. We attend it every year on the evening of Christmas.

But this year is the first year that I’m actively avoiding Diego. It’s ironic though, seeing how most of our family expects that we’ll be inseparable since we both just got back from our respective college campuses a few days ago.

Though Diego and I attend different universities, they’re only a couple hours apart by car. So, this isn’t the first time I’ll see him since we went away to school.

As soon as his eyes meet mine, I look away.

“I’ll help with Avery,” I tell my mom, taking my little sister’s hand. Avery’s practically jumping out of her five-year-old skin as I try to unzip her coat to take it off. She’s anxious to play with the new toys she’s gotten today.

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