Locking the door behind me, I set El gingerly on the bed. I push her shoulders down when she attempts to get up. Her lips part and my head shakes. If talking will ruin the moment, then I will take her silence.
“Shh,” I whisper.
I capture her lips in a kiss. My tongue parts her lips to explore hers and a throaty moan escapes her. El kisses me back with an urgency I’ve missed, a thrill goes through me and my fingers weave into her hair.
Her hands spread on my chest to feel me up and our lips remain locked in a passionate kiss. She tastes like oranges. I nibble her lower lip, feeding my senses with the taste of my woman.
She whimpers. I swallow her cries, moans and whispers, causing her to writhe under me. I groan as she caresses my bulge, briefly blinded by the heavy waves of desire that crash over me. I have missed her—us. I have missed this.
Our breaths mingle when we come up for air, foreheads meet as we smile at each other. I love this minx. I kiss the dried tears on her cheeks, the tip of her nose, then place a kiss on her shoulder as I slide the strap of her gown down her arm to reveal the swell of her breast and a glimpse of her dark, taut nipple.
I flick a finger over her nipple and she winces. “They are sensitive,” she explains at my raised brows.
“Your period?”
“Ended on Monday,” El replies. Today is Wednesday. She brings my hands to cup her boobs. “Continue.”
Her breasts bounce at their freedom. They are bigger. Fuller too. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking them and I gently knead a nipple. A muffled cry leaves her and her fingernails sink into the bed.
My heart flutters like a caged bird when our eyes meet. With her help, I pull the gown over her head and a shiver of anticipation skitters down my spine. Her nipples stand at attention, my tongue circles one bud and she shudders. I part her legs with one hand while the other kneads her breast and she gasps.
“You’re wet,” I state.
She manages a nod. I rub the front of her wetness through her soaked panties, El purrs and tries to force my hand inside her vagina but I retract it. Her protest dies down when I take a nipple in my mouth while rubbing my knee against her warmth. She lets out a gruff sigh and her back arches in response.
Her moans turn to whines, her nails dig into my shoulders as I take turns on each bud. I tease her femininity, drive her crazy with the friction of my fingers massaging her through her panties. El hisses when I slide a finger inside her for a heartbeat. Her hands roam my body, touching me in all the right and wrong places at once. She tugs on my shirt, I shrug it off. The singlet takes too long to join the T-shirt so she shreds it.
“Sorry,” El mutters, tone tinged with embarrassment.
Shyness comes over her, I curl a finger under her jaw and hold her gaze. “Don’t be sorry.” I discard my shirt and trouser, leaving me in only my briefs. I place her hand over my pulsing erection. “I’m all yours.”
“Mine.”
She traces a line down the middle of my chest, rolls a nipple between her fingers and a warm sensation ripples through me. Fighting through the haze in my brain, I muster a breathless, “All yours, baby. All yours, El.”
Her hand slides into my brief to cup my dick, I shake my head and hold her hands above head. Her turn first. I push her legs so they are bent at the knees and slide her panties down her feet. The smell of her arousal hits me first, I lick my lips and press a kiss on the valley between her breasts, then her flat belly.
Our eyes meet over her hairless pubis, I kiss the spot and rest my hands on her knees. I swipe my tongue over her slit and El cries out. I repeat the gesture, inserting one finger in her moisture to heighten the sensation.
Spreading her vaginal lips with two fingers, I pinch her clit. She breathes out my name. Her legs tremble as I tongue fuck her, she spews jargons that sound like music to my ears and buries her hands in my hair.
A squelching sound echoes as I lap on her natural essence, she jerks nonstop and I pull back when she’s close to the edge. Her eyes fly open in protest, she tries to force my head back down but I refuse. My eyes rake her sexy body. Her perfect physique. The stretch marks on her belly. Perky boobs. Slim waist.
I swipe the hair over her forehead. “You are so beautiful,” I say.
Too beautiful for me. She nods. At this point, she might have nodded if I insulted her.
Lust clouds her eyes and she pushes her hips forward. I pull her lip between mine, slide out of my briefs and poke her entrance with the tip of my shaft. El slaps my chest when I withdraw without penetrating, wrapping her legs around my waist, she thrusts her hips and her warmth swallows my manhood. Fuck.
A shudder courses through me. Without giving me a chance to adjust to this strange but welcome bliss, she begins moving. My brain blanks and reboots. I link our fingers above her head, rotating my hips to meet her thrusts. We form a rhythm, eyes fixated on each other as we guide ourselves to the brink of ecstasy. Her lips part but she doesn’t moan, she meets each thrust with silent gasps and short breaths.
I pump into her slowly, quickly, meeting her pace and adjusting to satisfy her. She grunts. She moans. She cries out but we continue the communion of our bodies. A cry tears through her lips and her body deflates as her orgasm rocks her being. Her vaginal walls contract around my cock. Fuck. I am coming.
She cups my butt to give them a firm squeeze, stars dot my vision when she shoves a finger into my ass.
I need her to do that again. And she does.
El’s finger returns to my butthole as my thrusts become sloppy and urgent. The pressure in my stomach builds, I fist her hair and pump into her one last time, spilling my seeds into her warmth. I fall to the bed, she climbs on me, pushing my limp cock into her wetness and my chest vibrates with a content laughter.
“Baby,” I murmur and she moans in reply.
Sweat coats our temples, I tuck a strand of hair matting her forehead behind her ear. She looks up to me. The cloud of lust in her sexy brown eyes turns my flaccid dick into a semi, she rolls her lip between her teeth and I become hard again. Her eyes darken with mischief as she grinds her hips against me.
A gasp stifles in my chest when she pulls herself up briefly and slide right back on my dick. Sweet fuck. She repeats it twice and an animalistic groan tumbles out of my lips. She takes one tiny nipple into her mouth and I am rendered into a moaning mess. I want her on top always. Every fucking day of our lives.
My hand rests on her waist to steady her movement. I spread her ass, trail the edge of my palm along the crack and it spurs her to ride me faster. My head falls back, nails dig into her waist. She is good at this.
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, she collapses on top of me and my load shoots inside her moisture. Our sweaty bodies tangle, I place a wet kiss on her hair and her temple. My body sags in the aftermath of our lovemaking, none of us attempts to get up and clean the slippery mess we made.
My hand hooks around her waist. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”