Dropping to my knees in front of her, I peel her panties down her legs and kiss both of her hip bones before placing a kiss on her bare pussy. She’s wet. I can see how wet she is. I swipe my tongue over her clit before sliding it inside of her. In and out, I mimic what my cock wants to do. My hands grip her hips. I know that I am leaving bruises, but I can’t help myself.
“Alejandro,” she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. She lets me take my fill of her. I need her to come before I fuck her. I don’t want to hurt my queen. Using two fingers, I slide them into her slowly, curling them until I find her g-spot. It doesn't take long before she’s coming on my face. Standing, I lead her over to the four-poster bed. She climbs into the center of it and spreads her legs for me. I lose my boxers and join her. Leaning down, I kiss her softly.
“There’s no going back now,” I tell her.
“Going back to what? This is all that I want,” she assures me, kissing me again.
“You have no idea what you are in for.”
“Tell me,” she demands.
“I am going to love you, breed you, marry you. In that order.”
“Okay,” she agrees readily.
“No discussion?”
“Nope. I’m ready for all that you will give me,”
It’s fucking crazy how much I want this girl. How much I want her forever. No other woman has ever elicited this kind of response in me before. With my hands on her, everything is right with the world. I’ve been waiting for her and I didn’t even realize it. I kiss her again before moving my lips down her body. I focus on her nipples and lower still. I kiss her pussy again before straightening. I grip my cock and stroke it a few times while staring down at her wet pussy. I line myself up with her opening and slide into her tight heat.
“Fuck,” I groan as her pussy tightens around me.
“Alejandro, please don’t stop,” she says, pushing toward me. I break through her virginity and pause, relishing in the fact that I am the only one that will ever know her like this. That she is mine. All fucking mine. “Are you going to move? Or is this what’s supposed to happen?” she asks, confused.
“Patience, baby. Patience,” I reply through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to come so quickly. Finally, I am under some semblance of control. I begin to fuck in and out of her, going harder and faster with each thrust.
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she screams, and I feel the evidence of that. Her little cunt muscles are squeezing my dick in a vice grip. I feel her cumming on me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Good girl. Come on, my dick,” I demand as I fuck her harder. She keeps cumming, and I can’t hold back any longer. I feel my own orgasm rising in my balls, and I unleash it, filling her young, ripe womb full of my seed. With any luck, she’ll be carrying my baby and unable to leave my side for the rest of time.
I don’t even know who I am anymore, but suddenly all my political aspirations mean nothing as I try to bind her to me forever.
“Wow. Is it always like that?” she asks, looking up at me.
“No, mi reina, it’s not.”
“Will it always be like that for us?”
“Yes,” I answer truthfully.
“Why?”
“Love makes it so.”
“We’re in love,” she states, and I nod.
No question about it. Love works in mysterious ways, and the love we share will be no different.
Chapter Four
Lauren
I can’t get over what just happened between us. I felt like I was outside of my body, but not. I felt every single thing he did to me. With his weight on me, I look up at him. I imagined a lot of awkwardness after we finished, but this quiet moment after feels… normal. Feels good. I moan when he pulls out of me and moves to my side, pulling me closer to him. I snuggle into his side. His fingers roam over my back sensually, getting me all worked up again. How is that possible?
“So, what’s Washington, DC like?” I ask.
“It’s busy. I just work there really. My offices are there. I have an apartment, but it’s not home. My home is Brooklyn.”
“I went to New York once on a field trip. We went to the Museum of Natural History and a show on Broadway.”
“Very nice,” he says. “Brooklyn is a bit different than Manhattan, but it’s similar enough.”
“I didn’t get much chance to explore. I was in sixth grade and they kept a close eye on us.”
“I imagine they did.”
“I’d love to really see it,” I say, wistfully.