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“And you’re laughing now?”
Instead of pulling out of me, he places his thumb against my clit, and my laughter turns into a moan.
“Much better,” he declares as he continues to rub my clit and takes my lips in his. He kisses me and nibbles at my lips, and within a couple of minutes, he’s hard again.
“This time I’m going to take my time,” he says as he starts moving inside me.
Feeling more empowered after the multiple orgasms he’s given me, I grab his arse cheeks and motion for him to move.
“What?” he asks, breaking the kiss.
I trail a finger down his chest. “I want to be on top,” I say, a smirk on my face.
His pupils darken, desire flaring in his gaze “Yes, ma’am.”
With effortless strength, he shifts, maneuvering us until I’m straddling him.
“I love how you handle me like I weigh nothing,” I admit, always feeling self-conscious about my weight and figure.
“That’s because you’re perfect, wife,” he says, leaning up to take my lips again.
I start moving my hips and love the way he matches my rhythm—I feel cherished by him. His hands go to my tits, and when he starts playing with my nipples, another wave of pleasure washes through me.
I kiss him until my lips feel raw, but I don’t care. This is definitely one of the best days of my life.
Vicente’s thumb finds my clit again, and this time we both come together. His kiss silences my cries, but I know this orgasm was earth-shattering.
“Was that better than like?” he asks once we’ve calmed down our breathing.
When I don’t reply immediately, he manages to get on top of me, his eyes scanning my face.
I try my best to keep a poker face, but after a few beats, I can’t resist and start laughing uncontrollably.
“Are you fucking with me, Camila? Because that was the best sex I’ve had in my entire fucking life, and if it wasn’t the same for you, then I’m at a loss,” he says and sighs.
I open my eyes to look at him.Is he really affected by this?
My man and his fragile ego.
“It was amazing,” I say as I cradle his face in my hands. “But you’re too easy to rile up.”
I bite my lip and his eyes go from calm to hungry again.
His gaze drops to my lips, and the moment they touch, I can feel him growing hard again.
Just then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Mummy?” Ava’s tired voice comes from the other side of the door.
Vicente and I sigh in unison.
“Tonight,” he says simply before he gives me a quick kiss and gets up.
“I’ll be right out sweetie. Go play with Gabo and Isa for five more minutes,” I call to her.
Vicente helps me out of the bed and smacks my arse. “I’ll start the shower. We can’t go out and take care of Ava like this.”
I follow him to the bathroom, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I understand what he means. My hair is a wild mess, andthe spot on my neck where he bit me is starting to redden—I’ll have a hickey for sure.