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Chapter Six

Enrique

Her piece of shit ex-husband had two-and-a-half decades to break her heart. To wear her down and leave her feeling shitty. She’s got miles-wide walls around her because she’s scared. They’re so high they’re taller than the Tower of Babel, but even that didn’t reach heaven. There was a top to that and a top to her walls. I’ll have to climb until I can get over to the other side.

I hate knowing she fears anything. Especially something I can’t protect her from. I can’t change what’s made her so gun shy. But I can do my best to show her I’m not the man she was married to. That I won’t take her for granted. That I won’t ignore her needs and wants. There will be times I can’t give her what she wants, but I’ll always give her what she needs. I’ll fucking move mountains to do that.

Her ying and yang are strength and fragility. She has to be strong because she’s so fragile. She’s so fragile because she’s had to rely on her strength until it’s worn thin.

I didn’t think my heart was malleable enough to break. Maybe it’s so brittle it’s snapped. But my chest aches as I listen to her work through what she’d only partially acknowledged or understood. She trusts me to hear this, and she trusts me to support her choices. She says she never wants to rely on anyone ever again, but she’ll rely on me to ease her back into the dating world. That’s a start.

“ Chiquita .”

I cup her face and lean in for a kiss. I keep it light, not wanting to pressure her after what she’s divulged. But I want her to know beyond just my words that I accept her. My hands roam over her body, letting her know I enjoy every inch, but without coming on too strong. She cups my cheeks, and it’s erotic as fuck.

When we pull apart, I watch her. Our gazes lock, then she dives in for another kiss. This one is passionate and aggressive. I let her lead for a few swipes of her tongue, but that’s only while I unfasten her bra and pull the straps down her arms. She tugs at my shirt, and we pull apart, so I can take it off. I lift her and turn, so once again, she’s lying on her back.

“I won’t expect anything to be different between us in the morning.” Even if it is. “I won’t pressure you for more than this. But you agreed to sexual monogamy. Do you still agree to it?”

“Yes.” She’s breathless, but she’s focused.

“Your heart and your mind are yours. But your body belongs to me now, chiquita . It’s mine to pleasure and deny however I want.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes before a mask falls into place. Fuck.

“Ellie, when I say deny, I don’t mean reject. I mean tease, edge, master, leave craving more. I won’t ignore your needs, but I may not always give you what you want. But that’s about delayed gratification. About knowing I’ll take care of you, even if it’s not the way you want or ask.”

I can practically feel her uncertainty as though it were a tangible barrier between us. I watch as she battles with herself, finally letting the part of her that wants this win. I’ve chipped away at countless men’s defenses. I’ve fooled them into lowering their guard. I’ve convinced them to rely on me when they never should have. I’ve controlled them merely because I can.

That’s not what I’m doing now because none of it has malicious intent. Just the opposite.

I kiss along her neck as I shift back, making my way to her magnificent tits. These are the breasts of a mature woman. It wouldn’t surprise me to know she nursed her sons. They aren’t perky. They aren’t unblemished. I see the faint lines on them. I see the enlarged areolas.

I see tits I want to bury my face between and never leave. I see tits I want to suck and fondle until my last breath. I see a woman who’s lived life, given life, nurtured life. She’s spent years taking care of others. It’s her turn to receive.

I lick around the darker skin, laving her nipple until it tightens. I swirl my tongue around it before sucking. She presses the back of my head, wanting more. I give it to her, but I draw her hands away, crossing her wrists and holding them in one hand. She tugs against my hand, and I release her. I’m about to sit up when I watch her keep them crossed but raise her arms over her head like she had them earlier. She arches her back with a moan that shoots straight to my cock.

I go back to sucking on her tits as my right hand tugs at her pants’ waistband. I shift, leaning my weight on my left forearm, so I can pull her pants down. She freezes. She doesn’t move her hands, but her body tenses.

“I’ll stay in front of you.”

“I haven’t—I’m not—Fuck me.”

“I plan to.”

“No. I mean?—”

“You told me already. I don’t give a shit whether you wax, shave, or nothing at all. All my dick cares about right now is being inside you. My hands want to touch your skin. My tongue wants to taste you. And I want to see what’s mine.”

I push back to kneel and yank her yoga pants and thong down with one hard tug. She may not wax or shave, but she’s lady-scaped. I’ve seen nothing more inviting than her pink little pussy. I pull her clothes the rest of the way off, and she’s finally naked. I toss them aside before leaning forward to kiss her forehead, her temple, the tip of her nose, her cheek, her lips, her jaw, down her neck, her shoulder, between her tits, all over her belly, and finally inside each hip joint. Then I’m at the promised land. I hook her thighs over my shoulders and get my first taste.

Fucking hell. I may never leave.

She’s so damn wet I nearly abandon this, so I can strip and thrust into her. My huevos ache, so I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her up the sofa, allowing me to stretch out enough to press my cock into the cushions. I give myself a moment’s relief as I grind against the edge of the sofa. But if I keep doing that, I’ll come.

I focus on Ellie with the next lick. I work her clit like I did her nipples. I flick, suck, swirl, and graze my teeth over it. Her heels find enough space on the couch to lift her hips. I pull back and slap her pussy.

“Thank you for the offer, but I will take what I want when I want. I told you your body is mine. I decide.”

She watches me for a moment before her legs fall open even wider. She licks her lips, thinking about something.

“Yes, sir.”

Her chest and belly don’t move. She’s holding her breath, waiting for my reaction. Her hesitancy tells me she’s not used to saying that phrase. It’s not just uncertainty about my response.

“That’s right, chiquita .”

I tweak her nipple as I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I let my hand glide down her ribs before thrusting three fingers into her. She easily takes them, and I work her, plunging in and out of her. I find her G-spot and press on her belly from on top and from within. My thumbs rub her clit and just below it.

“Sir, please may I come?”

“No.”

“Enrique!”

“No, chiquita . You will come when I’m buried inside you. I’m not done tasting you yet.”

I pull my fingers out, but I replace them with my tongue as she moans her disagreement. I keep working her clit, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back. I want her to want me as much as I do her. I want her mind to only focus on her need for me. Even if it’s just tonight. Even if it’s only ever just to fuck. I don’t care. I want her as desperate as I am.

“ Please .”

There’s a catch in her voice. When I gaze up at her, I see tears in her eyes. She’s reached a limit I didn’t expect so soon. I scoop her into my arms and stand. She wraps around me as I kiss her. She grimaces but doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t like her taste as much as I do.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

I walk up the stairs, holding her tightly against me. Her pussy rubs against my cock, and the pressure’s painful. I’m getting a dose of my own medicine.

“Oh, God. I’ve already revealed so fucking much tonight.”

She buries her head against my shoulder.

“I wasn’t ready for how intense it felt being fingered properly .”

Oh.

That sack of shit didn’t even fuck her well.

I get to the top of the stairs and look around. She lifts her head and twists before pointing to the end of the hall. I pass two bedrooms with their doors open. The rooms are furnished but clearly aren’t lived in. I know the house has a finished basement with what could be a bedroom down there. There’s also an ensuite downstairs that I noticed is her office. She has space for her sons to visit, but she lives alone. I’m glad it means no one’s likely to walk in on us, but it also means I worry about her safety even more now that it sinks in how empty this house is for one person.

Constantine barely lifted his head when I came in the door, thumping his tail twice on his bed. But now I hear his paws on the stairs, then a disgruntled huff when the door closes in his face. Ellie looks over my shoulder and laughs.

“He’s not used to another guy in my bed.”

“I don’t share.”

Her gaze doesn’t waver as we stare at each other.

“Neither do I.”

We agreed not to have sex with anyone else, but I sense she means more. I won’t push her since I know how confused she is by all of this. Words and deeds. That’s what she needs. That and time.

I put her down once I’ve walked to the far side of the bed. Habit and an intense need to protect her prompt me to keep her away from the door and to have my back to it instead of her. If anyone finds us in here, I’ll be the first target. It also means I can get to the door without having to move around her.

I’m unprepared for her arms to wrap around my waist. There’s a reason I moved her hands earlier.

“A gun?”

I observe her as she assesses me. She nods, moves her hands to my chest, and pecks my lips. She lowers her eyes and moves her hands behind her back. It’s barely noticeable, but she’s biting the left corner of her top lip. She’s not used to this. I want to pounce.

“Are you a submissive?”

“I wanted to find out, but never got to.”

“Do you think I’m a Dom?”

“Maybe. You’re definitely dominant.”

I hope she never believes that shifts into domineering.

“I have been in the past. That’s not what I want with you, Ellie. I don’t want a D/s arrangement. That’s not what I want out of you as a fuck buddy. Are you into kink?”

“Again, I wanted to try but never got to. But I’m certain I’m into at least some stuff.”

I swallow a frustrated sigh. As pissed off as that makes me on her behalf, I thrill at knowing I can introduce her to this.

“You understand the difference?”

“Yes. I’ve written a few books with varying degrees of those dynamics. I just haven’t lived it.”

“Do you want to?”

“No. I don’t want to be a sub, but I want to try being submissive tonight.”

Plenty of people wouldn’t see a difference between the two. Me being dominant but not being a Dom or her being submissive, but not a sub. You can be into kink without needing the true power exchanges that come with a D/s relationship.

“Um, I have condoms.” Her cheeks flush.

“Good. I don’t carry one with me, Ellie. It’s not like I expect to randomly hook up.”

“I have them just in case. It’s not like I planned to bring guys home.”

“And that’s smart.”

She walks to the bathroom. I don’t know if she realizes I can see the entire length of her. I see the scar she means, and I see another fainter one. She probably had a Mommy Makeover, but something went wrong with part of the incision. I’ve inflicted enough wounds and seen enough of them to know what it is. She had a burst seroma, which usually aren’t stitched. They’re a hole that has to heal from the bottom up. It leaves uneven surfaces. I get why she wouldn’t want someone to see it. I won’t point out I have, but I’ll make sure she knows I like the view, nonetheless. Her ass…

I unfasten my pants, pushing my jeans to the floor. I leave my boxer briefs on, stroking myself through the material as she returns. She watches me as she puts three condoms on the bedside table. Her lips twitch. I snag her around the waist and pull her close.

“I plan to send you back for more.”

I lift her again, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’d kept her legs higher not to touch my gun earlier. Now they rest more naturally atop my hips. I crawl onto the bed. She holds onto me as I lower her to the mattress, but the moment I stretch out, she lifts her arms over her head a third time.

I kiss behind her ear, then tug at the lobe. I move down her neck as I brush hair from the other side. I cup her jaw as I whisper to her.

“You have no idea how badly I want you. If I’m too rough, tell me. I never want to harm you.”

“I know, sir.”

“Enrique. When we talk about how we want things between us, we’re equals. Always.”

“Thank you.”

I kiss behind her ear again.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, chiquita . I’m going to show you what it means when I tell you your body belongs to me. I’m going to make you beg. I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make you come until you can’t take more—then I’ll do it again.”

“Yes, please, sir.”

I lift my head, and she turns to see me. I smile and wink. She returns the smile before she drops her gaze. It’s not entirely submissive. She wants to see what I’m doing as my fingers run down her mons and slide into her. She’s still so fucking wet. I can’t wait any longer. I roll to her side and push my boxer briefs down. She wraps her hand around my dick but does nothing.

Fucking tease.

She watches me, and I realize she’s waiting for permission. I stifle a groan as she slides her hand up and down me with a twist. She does it five times before she lets go. I think she wants me to move on, so I’m not prepared for her to swipe her fingers through her cream, then rub just below my balls.

Holy fuck. That’s hot.

She does it two more times, and I’m ready to blow. When she pushes on my shoulder, I roll onto my back.

“Sir, may I?”

I hadn’t planned to wait at all before sliding into her. But I’ll let her lead for right now. We’re getting to know each other’s body and what we like. If she’s offering to suck me off, I sure as fuck won’t say no. She kneels beside me, moving her hair out of the way. She licks me from root to tip, flicking the underside of the head, then sweeping her tongue over the slit.

But when she sucks the top before inching her lips down my cock, my eyes cross. I grab the sheets. I’m the one submitting right now. Fuck. She knows what she’s doing.

She takes as much of me as she can. It tempts me to press her head down farther, but I let her remain in control. I want to see what she’s going to do too much. She wraps her hand around the part she can’t take comfortably. She sucks, licks, and teases me. But when her other hand moves between my legs, and she rubs below my balls, I can’t take any more.

I sit up enough to wrap my hands around her waist and lift her, making her straddle me. She drops onto my cock, and we both moan. I don’t recognize the sound coming out of me. I don’t recognize this level of bliss. I thought I’d felt good cunts before. But this is sublime.

It’s her. It’s her body. It’s her mind. It’s her soul. That’s the difference. I care about Ellie.

“Enrique.” She sighs my name.

“I know, chiquita . Nothing’s felt better than this.”

“Yes, sir.”

I guide her to ride my cock. She grinds on me, leaning over. I knead her tits before lifting my head to suck on them.

“Sir, I’m close. Please?”

“Yes. Come for me, chiquita .”

She moves faster, and I suck air in through my nose, focusing on not coming. I want to get her off more than I want to finish. I master my body.

“I’m so close, sir.”

“Come, little one.”

“I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

The house burning down around us wouldn’t get me to stop. I watch her; the look of concentration on her face is fucking sexy as fuck.

“Oh, God. What’re you doing to me, Enrique? So intense.”

She tightens around my dick and threatens to squeeze the cum from me. Intense seems too mild a word. Mind blowing. Earth shattering. Coming might kill me.

“I’m coming, sir.”

My hands grip her ass and move her harder and faster, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. She explodes again, her entire body tenses. She was grasping the pillows, but now her left hand clings to my shoulder. She circles her hips before she flexes her pussy muscles. I wonder if she’d twerk for me. I picture sitting in a chair, stroking myself, while she leans forward with her hands on her thighs and shakes her ass.

That’s distracting me in a way that makes me leak. I focus on the here and now. She draws out sitting back, pressing against my chest until she’s upright. Her expression is pure siren. She puts her hands on her hips, arches her back, and rises on her knees. Then she eases down my cock. It’s excruciatingly slow. I inhale, prepared for her to tease me. I’m unprepared for her rise and fall with a speed that shatters my restraint. She circles her hips each time she drops and Kegels when she’s at the top.

The woman fucks like a goddess.

I buck beneath her, but it’s not enough. I flip her before I kneel. I lift her hips and pound into her. I have a fingernail hold on my self-control. If I completely let go, I’ll hurt her. But she tempts me. I’ve never been so wholly consumed by someone or something. I’m oblivious to all else.

“May I come again, sir.”

“Fuck yes.”

I thrust and grind as I watch sweat bead on her forehead. I feel it sliding between my shoulder blades. She presses her heels into the mattress, rolling her hips despite how I try to hold them in place. I can’t wait.

I lean over her, kissing her as I blow my load. She moans, and I know she’s coming too. My arms shake by the time I’m done. I open my eyes as she does, too. We stare at each other, panting. We’re both struggling to breathe.

I’m about to roll away, but she wraps her arms and legs around me. The moment she realizes what she did, she lets go. A look of embarrassment flashes across her face. I lower my body to hers. I kiss her again, and she sighs. She wraps herself around me, and I love it. I love the feel of her holding on to me, her entire body pressed against mine.

I slide my arm around her and roll us together. I know she thought I was pulling out, and she didn’t want our connection to end. I feared crushing her. I don’t let go of her as she sprawls across me. My hand rests on her ass as the fingers of my other hand trail up and down her spine. She settles and rests her head on my shoulder, drawing her legs up.

I turn my head to kiss her forehead. I’m not used to feeling affection. I’ve done this very thing before with subs as part of aftercare. But it always felt perfunctory. Right now, my heart aches to take care of her. To make sure she understands how much this means to me. How much I want to give her everything she could ever need. That I want to keep her beside me for the rest of time.

I’m a man who makes irrevocable decisions in seconds. I rarely have the luxury of minutes. I sure as shit don’t have hours or days. I don’t think it’s ever taken me a week to decide something. I know what I feel from instinct and a lifetime of assessing situations in a heartbeat.

Ellie isn’t used to that. If I tell her how I feel, she’ll run for the hills. She’ll bolt like a scared animal. I keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, but she will know she’s mine. Not just her body. But all of her. I’ll give her my heart and soul. I won’t settle for anything less from her. She just doesn’t know it yet.