“Yes …” I mewl as he begins to move. Keeping my hands above my head and following my order, I relish in the darkness that allows me to just focus on everything I’m feeling.
The smack of his balls on my ass.
The feel of his hands gripping the flesh on the inside of my thighs.
The tightening of my nipples with each of his thrusts.
The exhilaration building in my body with each movement that connects us.
I need more. I can’t believe that running into a guy from my past has brought out my deepest desires, a gift I’m willingly putting in his hands.
Javier’s thrusts pick up speed and then my entire body is shaking as the bed slams into the wall over and over again. I feel his weight hover over me again, his hands clasping the satin at my wrists while he pounds into me, his breath touching my ear as he whispers attentively.
“Who owns this pussy, Princess?”
“You do,” I answer. “God, yes! More, Javi!”
“Fuck, you feel so damn good. So wet. So tight …”
A loud moan escapes my lips as he continues to slam his cock deep inside of me, bringing on my orgasm. His lips close over one of my nipples as he prolongs his movements, and the feeling is exquisite. Then as if he can read my mind, I feel one of his hands travel south between us before his fingers start to rub my clit, building my release quickly.
His fingers move as his cock continues to slide in and out of me, and my mind goes blank, nothing but the sensations of my orgasm on my mind—something I don’t think I’ve ever been able to achieve.
“God, yes. Right there. Keep going,” I encourage as I feel that tightness form, my breath tethering as I wait for my orgasm to break free.
And then it does, hurtling me off a cliff I’m willingly falling over. My body shakes and trembles as each tremor rolls through me just as Javier releases my hands from his grasp, sits upright again, and grips my hips, pulling me against him harder than before.
And then he stills, groaning into the room, and emptying himself into the condom.
“Fuck!” he shouts before I feel his torso thrust forward and land on my own.
As he catches his breath, I feel his hands move to the back of my head, releasing the knot on the satin before he gently removes it from my eyes. And as I blink to adjust to the dim light, he also frees my hands and then looks down at me.
Our eyes are locked, our breaths heavy, and so much is spoken by our lack of words, our eyes holding a conversation as we stare at one another.
Holy shit. That just happened again, and it was even better than before.
We connected.
It wasn’t just fucking. It wasn’t just sex. Javier read my body like a treasure map and I lead him right to the prize. We were a team on a mission to satisfy and please, and I think we both won.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, his golden eyes bouncing back and forth between mine.
I nod slowly while studying his face. His forehead is wrinkled from the narrowing of his eyes, his dark stubble is prominent around his mouth and jaw, and his lips are full and a soft shade of pink—lips that I still have yet to taste.
And as the silence grows and his eyes dip down to my mouth, I wonder if he’s finally going to kiss me. We’ve had sex twice now and I’ve yet to feel his tongue and lips against mine.
“I need to, uh …” He points down to where we’re still joined and slowly pulls out of me, jumping off the bed and heading for what I’m guessing is the bathroom.
While he’s gone, I take that moment to veer around the room I’m in, which I’m guessing is his. It’s not very large as the bed takes up most of the space, but it’s exactly what I’d imagine Javier’s room to look like—dark, cold, but functional. The walls are a dark gray and his bed spread is black. He has one dresser along the wall to my right and a laundry basket in the corner next to another door which I’m going to assume is a closet.
Javier returns quickly with a warm rag and runs it between my legs gently, cleaning up my wetness. He reaches out a hand and pulls me to a sitting position before looking down at the ground and finding his pants, stepping in the legs, dragging them up, and buttoning them as I watch him.
“Where are my clothes?”
“The living room.”
“Okay …” I start to get up, but Javier stops me.
“I’ll get them for you. But you, uh, don’t have any underwear.” He smirks.
“Yeah, if you could stop ripping them apart, that would be lovely.”
He shrugs and then heads for the door. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Princess.”
I watch him leave, wondering how this departure will go, and if it will grant me more clarity than the last.
Javier sets my clothes down on the bed and then gives me privacy to dress, which I find weird since we just had sex and were naked. But I digress.
Once I’m clothed minus my underwear, I head back to the living room, but find Javier in the kitchen drinking a glass of water and leaning up against the kitchen counter.
“Thirsty?”
“Sure. I could use a drink.”
He opens the cupboard, grabs a glass, and moves to the fridge to fill it from the dispenser on the outside.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I take a large gulp, not realizing how parched I was from screaming.
“So, I was thinking …” he starts, piquing my curiosity. “We should probably exchange numbers so we can communicate easier about meeting up.”
I set my glass down and reach for my phone in my purse, but encourage myself to get clarification from him before I leave.
“So you want to keep doing this?”
He eyes me like
