“I’ve never been inside a woman without protection.”
Ligaya touches my face.
“I want you to come inside me so hard.”
Fuck, that’s hot. She grasps my ass and guides me to her entrance. With a full stroke, I bury myself to the hilt.
For the sake of all that is good in the world, I pray not to come immediately. But damn, it’s nearly impossible to stave off the surging heat collecting along my spine. Her channel is a velvet glove stroking in ways I never imagined. To the hilt, I feel all of the intricate textures of her walls. The pleasure is so acute, it’s nearly painful.
“You feel too fucking good. Don’t move yet,” I mumble and close my eyes.
Although she doesn’t grind against me, Ligaya presses kisses along my jaw and neck. I focus on the sweet touch of her lips instead of the suctioning fist of her pussy.
When I manage a sliver of control, I withdraw a few inches before sliding in and out with long, slow strokes. She digs her fingers into my back and lifts her hips with each thrust, moaning my name. Maintaining a steady rhythm, we’re suspended at the edge of a climax.
“Oh god, I’m right there. Faster, please, Tristan,” she begs. “I need to come.”
Keeping myself inside with shallow pushes, I use my thumb to rub her clit. Ligaya detonates under me, her body contracting as if electric currents are buzzing in her veins. Or maybe that’s me attached to a live wire. I’m nearly shaking with the effort to hold back. When she grabs my face and sucks my tongue, it’s too much.
With a final drive, I let go.
I’ve never had an orgasm so explosive. It keeps going as my hips thrust. My roar is muffled in the crook of her neck. The mix of our climax coats the heavenly friction we’re creating. As my spill surges, Ligaya tilts her groin upward and I feel another fluttering of her cunt. The world tunnels down to this raw, primal moment.
That’s when I realize there is no one else for me. There will never be anyone else but Ligaya. The mother of my children cries out my name, and I don’t want this with anyone else. Ever.
It takes a few minutes for my eyesight to recover from a complete short circuit. When it does, I’m treated to a smile so satisfied, I’m likely to pound my chest in possessive caveman mode. She’s so beautiful like this. Somine.
“We’re gonna have to do that again,” I say.
“Not before I’m fed. Do you have any chips?”
“No, but I can make you something.”
“If you say salad, I’m leaving.”
My arm wraps around her, and I pull her tight.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
She lets out a playful giggle that makes my dick twitch. My hands roam the softness of her flawless skin. After a beat, she relaxes into the embrace.
“Let me clean up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen. Surprise me.”
Ligaya kisses my cheek and heads to the bathroom.
I’m boiling water for pasta when she comes out of the bedroom wearing one of my sweatshirts that hits above her knees. I don’t think she realizes how much it affects me seeing her like this, wrapped in my clothes.
Ligaya wanders slowly through the living room, taking in the condo with a detached air. She walks past the blank walls, the corporate-issued furniture, the coffee table with a single coaster and nothing else.
“Are these your things?” she asks.
I turn back to the stove. “No,” I say. “The place came furnished.”
She’s quiet for a beat. “All your stuff is still in Denver?”
I nod, then realize she might not see it. “Yeah.”
“In storage?”
