pink. You’re driving me insane. I want to put my mouth on you again. I want to push my tongue inside you. To suck on you until you come into my mouth.”
“Ah God.” Just hearing him say these things sent brilliant flickers of pleasure through her system, hot and electric.
“Yes…” His voice was a low, sensual whisper. “I love to watch you, to see you respond. You are too beautiful like this. I need to fuck you, querida. Soon.”
He slid the tip of the vibrator inside her, and she gasped. Just the tip, just enough for the vibration to send tremors of sensation through her pussy, through her entire system. She bit her lip, trying to get a grasp on the intensity of it. She took in a deep breath, moved back against the hard toy, wanting to impale herself on it. The vibration inside of her was even sharper than before.
“I’m going to come, Rafael.”
“Yes, come for me. I want to watch your beautiful pussy while you come.”
He slid the toy in farther, filling her up, then angling it until it hit her g-spot.
“Ah God, Rafael!”
The climax ripped through her like a storm, wild and reckless. Wave after wave of pleasure roared through her, sharp and stinging. Her pussy clenched hard as she called his name, over and over.
She was still shaking when he pulled the toy from her body. She went down immediately onto her stomach, unable to hold herself up any longer.
He bent over her and blazed a trail of kisses down her spine. Her skin was incredibly sensitive, each kiss was like a tiny orgasm, searing through her system.
How was it possible that she still needed more? She craved him, needed to feel his thick cock inside her. Even after two mind-blowing orgasms, she still needed to feel him in her body.
As though reading her mind once more, he gently turned her over onto her back.
“I can’t wait any longer.” He scattered kisses over her breasts, her stomach, murmuring, “Your skin tastes like sugar cane. I could kiss you all night long. But now I need to fuck you, my Isabella.”
“Yes, now, Rafael…”
He pulled a condom from the open drawer of his nightstand and paused, watching her face, his beautiful hazel gaze locked on hers.
“Look what you do to me, querida . It hasn’t changed. You make me harder than any man could possibly be.”
He reached down, stroked his rigid shaft with his hand. It was all smooth, golden skin, except for the tip, which was darker, swollen. Lovely. She watched, fascinated, while he closed his eyes, let his head fall back for a moment. She loved to see a man touch himself, to see his large, masculine hand curled around that hard flesh. Her pussy surged with wanting when he tilted his hips, his fingers squeezing his cock. An image flashed through her mind of him bringing himself to orgasm, spurting into his hand…onto her naked skin…
“Rafael…” She licked her lips. “Are you going to fuck me soon? Because I can’t wait.”
He smiled. There was fire in his eyes, pure, burning desire, as he tore open the condom packet with his strong white teeth and sheathed himself. She opened her legs for him, reached out for him. His smile widened as he lowered his body over hers. She ran her hands over his broad, muscular back. He was solid muscle, lean and strong, his skin smooth beneath her palms. She inhaled, breathed him in, that scent of earth and ocean, mixed with her own juices, the heady scent of sex.
His body was warm on top of hers, and she loved the weight of him. With his face next to hers she could feel the faint edge of stubble against her cheek, his breath as he whispered into her ear, “This is what I’ve needed for twelve years. To be with you like this again. To be inside you.”
“Too long, Rafael.”
His cock nudged her opening and she spread her thighs wider, slid her hands down to grasp his tight buttocks.
“Come on, Rafael. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Now, Isabella.”
He reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips with
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