“Yeah. Keep going.”
He supports his weight on his elbows as his hands wrap around mine. I splay my fingers so we can intertwine them. I pull my feet up to the edge of the table—I think for a moment how unhygienic that is, but then again, we’re having sex where people eat—and use it for leverage. My hips rise and fall in rhythm with his as he grinds against my clit. My eyes droop closed for a moment, not because I don’t want to watch every moment but from sensory overload. I need a moment to focus on just what I feel, not what I see and hear.
When I’m ready to handle it all again, I open my eyes. Javi’s expression is so intense, but I can tell his focus is entirely on me. He’s observing me, gauging what I need and want, doing his best to please me. My heart’s pounding from exertion, but it expands with a depth of feeling I’m not ready for. I want him to be my future, but I’m not ready to fall in love again. This is a marathon,not a sprint. Yet my mind and body are on a mad dash to the finish so I can claim my happily ever after.
I push my thoughts away from that since the only finish line I want is where I win an orgasm. I’d love it to be a tie and come with Javi. He lets go of my right hand and pulls back enough to bring his tongue to my nipple. He wraps it around the puckered flesh, toying with it. He flicks it just as he did my clit before practically swallowing my breast. I used to be a solid C cup, but with the weight I’ve lost over the last couple years, I’m barely a B without padding.
I’ve wondered how no one’s ever mentioned I’m on the thin side. It’s made me think I must look better as I am now than I did at the weight I got to through college and when I became a nurse. I also wear scrubs most days and a lab coat, so those aren’t exactly form fitting. I noticed my parents and Laura watching me eat at Enrique’s reception, so I think they noticed I’m skinnier. I feared Javi would find me scrawny, but from the way he can’t stop sucking my nipple and touching every part of me he can reach, I think he likes what he found.
“Maddy, are you close? I can’t wait much longer.”
I let go of his hand and move mine to grasp his hips. I press on the grooves, encouraging him to thrust and stay in me. I grind against him and feel the beginning of my orgasm.
“I’m coming, Daddy…I’m coming.”
I arch on the table, and my fingers move to his back as I press into his muscles. He thrusts four more times before I know he’s there. He pulses inside me. I’m not certain whether I want to have kids, even if I’ve thought about them with Javi. But the idea that he could impregnate me as a way to claim me completely is maybe a bit fucked-up but totally hot to me.
“One day, if you want children, I’ll fuck them into you, little girl. There’ll be no way to deny you’re mine when our child growsinside you. No one will doubt you belong to me, and I belong to you.”
Fucking mind reader!
I observe him, trying to figure out if that was entirely dirty talk or whether he meant it. I think it’s the latter. I think he’d never push me into having children if I didn’t want them, but if I did, he’d keep me barefoot and pregnant if that’s what I asked for. I also think he’d be deeply involved in his children’s lives since he lost his father so young.
“Yes, Daddy.”
We keep our gazes locked. I think he’s trying to figure out whether I’m reacting to what I believe is dirty talk, or whether I’m responding with a truthful answer to a truthful statement. Neither of us wants to clarify, and both of us would rather keep the kinky dynamic for now. We share a kiss, though, that’s far more tender than one would expect after such a declaration. We don’t pull apart as he lifts me and kicks back a chair. When he sits, I wrap myself around him as our kiss carries on. He leans back as we both take a breath, and I rest my head against his chest. His hands cradle my ass, and I could stay like this forever.
Unfortunately, we both feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. It surprises neither of us to see Pablo’s name on the screen. He offers me the phone, and I look at him as if to say what do you want me to do with that? I didn’t mean to sigh as loudly as I do when I accept it and slide my finger across the screen.
“Hi, Pablo.”
“Madeline, are you all right?”
“Yeah. We got here without any problems.”
I put the call on speaker.
“Javier spoke toTíoa while ago, so I expected to hear from you sooner. I got worried.”
I suck my lips in for a moment as I observe Javi. He seems less than thrilled to hear from his cousin.
“We were having lunch.”
Javi might have while I was on the counter, but I look down at where my body meets Javi’s and waggle my eyebrows. He relaxes, his shoulders dropping away from his ears.
He’s nervous I’ll pick Pablo.
“Madeline, whatever happens, listen to Javier. Do exactly as he says. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand why or disagree. Just do it.”
“I know that.”
“Javier, I’m certain you’re listening, so don’t kill me for this. Madeline, my entire family still considers you my little sister. Everyone except Javier. He’s been in love with you since he moved here. There’s nothing he won’t do to protect you. I trust him with you. Not just because he’ll protect you. I’m trusting you not to endanger my cousin.”
I’ve seen no one blush as deeply as Javi is right now. His cheeks are a deep burgundy, and even the tip of his nose is too. There’s a tinge of pink on his forehead. He looks away from me, but I won’t let him feel embarrassed. I press his chin to turn his head back toward me and lean in for a kiss. I rock my hips since I know he won’t be inside me for much longer. He grabs them and moves me. I didn’t mean for us to have sex again. I just wanted to feel us remain connected. He’s going to make me come while I’m on the phone with his cousin.
Wasn’t Pablo’s comment enough to prove his cousin wants nothing to do with me romantically? Does Javi have to prove I’m his by getting me off while I’m speaking to a nonexistent rival?
It disappoints me a moment later when he stops guiding me at the rhythm he wanted. I realize he did it to keep him hard, not to get me off. Wishful thinking, I guess.
