I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better.
This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart.
I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better.
He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover.
The best part?
The process didn’t require much time.
I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms…
But I’ve never felt like this.
I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot.
The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me.
It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling.
Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security.
My unpleasant voice broke the silence.
“I have to go now,” I said.
Eduardo refused.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do…”
“No, you don’t…”
He lowered his pecks from my forehead to my lips to convince me.
He rolled over me as his kisses grew deeper.
My hands caressed his smooth skin and broad shoulders.
His muscular arms, with thick veins, kept tightening the embrace with every kiss.
I turned my head to the side to break the kiss, but that didn’t stop Eduardo.
His lips were already cherishing my neck.
That’s when I felt his manhood brushing my already wet folds gently.
It was too late for me to go, so I went with his flow.
He caressed my hips as our lips reached each other again for a passionate kiss.
We rolled once more; this time I was on top of him.
His hands slipped from my hips to between my legs.
He gently touched me down there before thrusting his fingers in.
I couldn’t help my walls squeezing.
That was a pure sign of looking for something to grip.
My womanhood was waiting like a Venus flytrap to hunt Eduardo’s manhood and consume it to the very last drop.
I’ve never felt this greedy in my whole life, in any way.
There it was the first snack, maybe an amuse bouche: the tip of his index finger.
I moved my hips gently to receive more of his finger.
The tight grip of my walls told Eduardo what he was missing by wasting time playing with his finger.
He teased me to my very core; his finger stood still for a second, and he just moved the joints.
He tilted them and relieved the pressure between my tight, squeezy walls.
The feeling was indefinably pleasing, yet annoying at the same time.
You’d want more while wanting it to end.
“Dios mío! ¡Tú eres puro fuego, mujer!” he mumbled before skipping directly to the main course.
“Awe!” I moaned desperately before pressing my lips against Eduardo’s to mask the sound.
My hips moved like I was riding a rodeo.
Eduardo was losing it second by second before my eyes.
My moves seemed seductive to him.
Closing his eyes, shaking his head slowly, mumbling things passionately…
The euphoria was there, our welcomed companion of the night.
I pressed my lips to his neck, right against his pulse.
Then I used my tongue to spoil myself with the taste of his skin.
I was enjoying my feast as I moved my lips to the lower parts of his skin.
His abs seemed really appetizing; I couldn’t help biting.
My bites worked like a dog whistle Eduardo took charge from me and rolled over.
“You enjoyed your part, young lady?
Are you ready to see what a real fuck feels like?”
“Go ahead, give me all you have, Eduardo!
I want to lose it, like you did until seconds ago.”
“I will put your soul on a trip between galaxies that will take only seconds.
I will haunt your soul and link it to mine.”
“Enough with the empty talk!
Show me what you’ve got!”
“You asked for it, princess!”
He positioned himself at my entrance, his thick length pressing insistently against my slick heat.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, filling me completely.
I gasped as my nails were digging into his back as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
He set a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting that perfect spot to drive me higher.
Our bodies moved in sync.
His hands gripped my thighs, to pull me closer for deeper strokes.
I arched my back, meeting his every plunge.
The tension built like a storm, coiling tighter in my core.
He whispered filthy promises in Spanish, in a rough voice filled with desire.
I clenched around him, pulling him in, chasing the edge.
I bit his shoulder, so I swallowed the scream of my climax.
Without wasting a second, I slipped from his grasp and fled to the adjacent room, heart pounding, leaving him breathless in the aftermath.