“I should have known that’s too much to ask,” he murmured as he turned her on her back.
His hands worked magic. His mouth promised more delicious pleasure than she could handle, and his eyes…his eyes promised too much. His kisses were gentle to begin with, but they soon grew in force. She matched him, grasping, holding, gripping him, as if kissing Diego was as vital as taking her next breath. He was fierce and tender at the same time. They were together. They were unharmed. They were safe. He was her mate, and she was his. This was primitive love at its most feral, and at its deepest too, she acknowledged as she threw away all restraint and every bit of doubt she’d ever had.
~~o0o~~
He watched her expression turn from furious passion to sleepy contentment, and knew this was something special. Celina’s appetite matched his, and though she still reached for him, he took it slowly this time. He wanted to drink in the little sounds she made, and kiss her between her hectic breaths. He brushed his stubble against the pulse beating frantically in her neck just for the pleasure of hearing her gasp with excitement. She was on the edge again in moments, staring at him wildly to communicate how vital it was that he didn’t stop. He had no intention of doing so until she came apart in his arms. She was a delight to him, and he would never tire of seeing the force of her release. Plundering her mouth, he mimicked the act that made them both hungry for more. He’d never known pleasure like it and thrust possessively deep. They reached a violent climax together, and as they clung to each other, lost in pleasure, lost in each other, he knew this was how it felt to come home.
“Again,” she whispered, clinging to him.
Withdrawing slowly, he left her completely before steadily entering her again. She was still so aroused, she came immediately, and the spasms were so powerful, she brought him off too. They hadn’t finished yet, and as he continued moving, he added some persuasive pressure to the end of each stroke. She fell immediately, and he was forced to hold her firmly in place as yet another climax gripped her. When she quieted, her eyes asked questions he was happy to answer. “Of course I want you again.”
He rolled her onto her side, and she curled up, bringing her knees to her chin. Lifting her buttocks, she made herself available for pleasure. She liked this, and so did he. He could take her from behind and touch her at the same time.
Eventually, she slept. They both did. Dozed, really. He woke and knew for certain it was time to take a shower. He picked up his watch on the nightstand and glanced at it. “We’ve got around half an hour to take that shower.”
“Do we have to?” she muttered sleepily. “Only, I’ve got a better idea…”
“I’m sure you do,” he agreed, smiling. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her into the bathroom. It was quite a crush. The shower on board had not been designed to accommodate two adults fucking like rabbits. But of course, he found a way. Bracing his arms against the side, he laughed as Celina tried to arrange herself around him without impeding his moves. Steaming water increased the sensitivity of nerve endings that had already been given a thorough wake-up call. The result was sensational. Celina groaned excitedly as she took him to the hilt, and from there, it was turbulence all the way.
~~o0o~~
Diego beneath the spray was everything good and clean, and bad and dirty. He was the most inventive lover even in the confines of the shower. He looked amazing. He was amazing. Thick black hair curled wildly around his face, catching on his stubble, while his magnificent body, muscles pumped from vigorous activity as well as the adrenaline of sex, gleamed invitingly beneath the spotlights. “I could eat you,” Celina admitted.
“What’s stopping you?”
Dropping to her knees wasn’t as easy as it sounded. It required a lot of adjustment, but the effort was more than worth it. He tasted so good, she could have stayed beneath the spray forever. Diego had other ideas. She felt him tense, and he groaned at the point of release. “Dios, Celina, has to be your turn now.”
“Is there time?”
“There’s always time,” he said as he lifted her to her feet. Pushing her up against the shower wall, he dipped at the knees and took her again. There was hardly room to move, but they made it work, and they both ended up laughing as they crashed into a phenomenal climax. “The more I give, the more you want,” he remarked as they rested, panting against each other.
“Are you surprised?”
Diego shrugged. His lips pressed down attractively. “If we don’t get out of here soon, the jet will have landed.”
“Do you care?”
He considered this for all of two seconds. “No. But as I’m supposed to be landing this thing…”
Laughing together after everything they’d been through was the best therapy. It brought them close enough to see the promise of tomorrow in each other’s eyes.
~~o0o~~
They dried themselves, dressed, and Diego was back in the cockpit in time to land the jet smoothly. She was keen to get back to the tech department to find out what the mission had achieved, and they agreed to meet up again at the stables. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to link fingers when they disembarked.
“You told me you know how to ride. Would you like to now?”
Shading her eyes against the sun, she stared up at Diego. “Yes, I would.”
“They told me you’re good with horses,” he explained, “but I haven’t seen you in the saddle yet.”
“Haven’t you?” She raised a brow.
He grinned and shook his head. “Not riding the way I mean. We could go out later. With you on a pony this time,” he suggested deadpan. “That’s if you’re not too tired?”
“You’ve restored me,” she teased, keeping the humor alive. ?
??Just don’t give me a mule to ride,” she warned as Diego gave her a lingering kiss before they parted. “I’m confident on a horse. You don’t see me riding only because my tech skills are more use to the team.”