Riled (The Invincibles 4)

It felt as though steaming liquid coursed through my veins. I was so close.

“Let go, my darling. I’ve got you.”

He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my scream. As I rode out my own climax, I clenched his cock, making him thrust harder. I could feel the groan building in his chest and kissed him harder as he let it out into my mouth like I had with him.

Cortez licked the perspiration from my neck. “I’m not finished with you, Kensington.” He put his hand on my left leg and brought it up so it rested on his shoulder. He thrust again, and I almost came just from the change in angle.

“God, Cortez,” I moaned, loving his slow movement as he went deeper than I thought possible.

“Look into my eyes. Match your breathing with mine.”

I focused on his demand. When his breathing slowed, mine did too.

“Feel how I move inside you, Kensington.” He rolled his hips like he had earlier, but this time, it felt so different. It was as though I could feel every ridge of his hard cock.

He brought his finger to my clit and circled it slowly. “Do not come, Kensington. Focus your mind. Enjoy but do not let yourself go.”

Soon, he lifted my other leg and held my ankles together with his hand. He changed the direction of the circular motion he made with his hips and punctuated it with a thrust every few seconds.

He changed positions several times. Each, it seemed, resulted in me feeling him in a way I hadn’t previously. Our eyes remained locked on one another’s, and our breathing stayed in perfect sync.

He was a masterful, tender, giving lover. No one had ever given me the kind of pleasure Cortez did, and I couldn’t imagine allowing anyone other than him to touch my body ever again.

He rested his elbows on either side of my face and continued his thrusts, quickening and deepening them as he kissed me.

“Now, my love,” he murmured. “Let yourself fly.”

This time when I cried out, he did nothing to silence me. My orgasm went on and on. Just as I felt it beginning to slow, he looked so deeply into my eyes, I felt like his whole body was inside of mine. I watched as he came apart like I had. He kissed me again, and it seemed to go on as long as my orgasm had. His tongue moved within my mouth like his cock had in my pussy.

I never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted our bodies to separate. Sustenance be damned. All I needed to live on was Cortez.

When I woke with the sun, his arm was around me, holding me close to him. I’d never felt so relaxed or at peace in my life, and that was all thanks to the beautiful man whose front was nestled to my back.

Even though we’d made love for most of the night, I wasn’t sore. I smiled when I felt his lips kiss my neck and down my spine.

“I love these,” he said, as he kissed the dimples above my bottom. “And these.” He kissed each of my fleshy cheeks. He continued his way down, tickling the backs of my legs with his tongue until he reached the soles of my feet. “Feliz Navidad, Kensington.”

“Happy Christmas, Cortez.”

He flipped me over so I was on my back, and worked his way up my body, spreading my legs when he reached my heated core. I expected him to linger, but he didn’t. Instead, he rubbed his chin with his palm. “I am making your beautiful skin turn red.”

“I don’t care.”

He grazed my stomach with the side of his face, and I laughed.

“Come,” he said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand. He led me into the en suite bath and turned on the water in the jetted tub. I groaned, already knowing how good the water would feel, pulsing against my muscles.

He stared into my eyes. “I love the sounds you make. I am learning what each means.”

“Pleasure, Cortez. Each one means the same.”

He helped me into the bath that could comfortably fit us both. “That is not true,” he said, nuzzling my neck and making me giggle. Moments later, he pinched my nipple hard and twisted it. I gasped, and my pussy flooded. That counted as pleasure, then, didn’t it?

“Come,” he repeated, pulling so I sat between his legs, my back resting against his chiseled pecs and rock-hard abs.

“You are in amazing shape,” I murmured, resting my hands on his powerful thighs.

He laughed. “For an old man.”