Page 19 of Shock
“Even for what!” I lean into his space and stare up into his intense, dark eyes.
That’s when I see it.
The spark from that night all those years ago. How did I miss it? Sure, he’s aged, filled out, and always held a professional distance, but his eyes are exactly the same if I’d bothered to look long enough.
“Now we’ve both drawn blood.” My words come out breathy and needy, the same way I’m feeling thinking about our first time together.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he grabs my arms pulling me off balance, causing me to fall into his lap before he slams his mouth on mine.
I get lost in the kiss immediately. I grab at his hair, and he hisses in return.
“Easy,” I shake my head.
“No. Rough, hard, now,” I try to pull him back to my lips, but he resists.
“Hannah, we don’t need to rush.” I look between his eyes, see the same desire I feel, and nod at him.
I climb off the bed, and the look of defeat on his face almost makes me laugh. Until I pull my shirt over my head and drop it and my bra on the floor.
“You have ten seconds to get naked, or I’m cumming without you.” I pop the button on my jeans and pull them down my legs.
It takes Diego half that time to realize what I said, but then he’s moving, and I see red.
“You’re still naked! Did Juana see you like this? I told you to get dressed!” I don’t miss his smirk when he pulls me back onto the bed with him.
“Yeah, well, I fell asleep too. Wanna punish me?” I raise my eyebrow as a few thoughts cross my mind quickly.
“Never mind,” I go to argue but find myself flat on my back with a very naked Diego on top.
“You don’t listen to shit you’re told.” I accuse as he smirks down at me.
“Rough, hard, now.” Before I can say a word, he delivers exactly what I asked for moments ago.
He’s no longer the shy college kid scared to hurt the young virgin. No, he’s a confident man who knows what he’s doing and not afraid to show me. His hips line up with mine as if muscle memory was guiding him, and all the air in my lungs gets caught in my throat at how full of him I am.
“Fuck Diego,” He ignores me and responds with a firm slap on my ass.
“A lot has changed. I’ve dreamed of seeing these tits bounce for years.” He rolls us, so I’m on top.
“Ride my cock, Bella,” His hands leave my hips and go to my breasts.
I rock my hips slowly at first to adjust to his size and then grind to get the friction I need on my clit. When he gets close, he growls and slows my pace.
“Not yet,” he whispers into my ear, each time driving me insane.
“Let me cum, dammit,” I curse at him, but all he does is smirk and continue to edge us both for what seems like hours.
“On my tongue,” I yelp when he lifts me off his cock and drops me on his face.
“Holy shit,” I grab the headboard as my knees hit the pillows, and his tongue connects with my clit.
I freeze at the feel and sound of wet slurping. As soon as I start to rock my hips, his fingers find my entrance, dragging my moisture to knock at my back door.
“Diego,” I try to warn him that I’ve never had ass play, but his thumb is knuckle deep before my next breath.
“Hmm, another first.” My thighs tighten around his head as he drags the orgasm out of me, kicking and screaming.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out between sobs of pleasure.
