Part 16 (1/2)
”It... oh G.o.d... it feels so good, but hurts a little, too.”
He nodded, unable to speak for a moment, his eyes sliding shut as the sensation of a near convulsion swept through him. ”I kn-nn-ow,” he stammered, then nestled even more of him within her. ”Let me put it in slowly, then you get used to it, before I move.”
A hard shudder claimed him as she stroked his chest, her graceful, soft fingers grazing over his nipples. When her hands slid over his a.s.s, he was barely lucid. Every impulse within him hovered on the very shaky border of moving in hard-driving jabs, yet her tear-filled eyes held such trust that he had to open his, stare at hers, just to remain nearly sane.
In slow increments he entered her deeper, watching her writhe beneath him, the suffering of want becoming hot need as he lowered his weight on her fully and kissed her hard. Her thras.h.i.+ng, her touches, her soft moans that he swallowed, the tight, slick, contracting sheath she pumped against him in urgent mini-upthrusts, broke him. His hands found her wet hair once more, his tongue diving at hers the way he wanted to move inside her. Short, even strokes soon became longer thrusts bordering on desperation. He stopped when she cried out his name and spent hard, his burning forehead pressed against her shoulder.
”Why'd-”
”I have to stop. Now or never.”
He clung to her, trembling, begging her with his mind not to move, lest he explode and accidentally fill her with his seed. But
pulling out was going to be painful, worse than having dental work done without Novocain. He lied to himself, trying to make it seem rational that he'd pull out in a moment, as soon as that got easier to do. Never happen. It was gonna be a b.i.t.c.h no matter what.
He tilted his head, took a deep breath, and squeezed his eyes shut and withdrew with a hissing inhale. ”Oh, s.h.i.+t...”
Her caress found his face and her arms held him closer to her. ”Papi, I'm so sorry I'm not on the pill.”
”Shush,” he whispered into her hair. ”Don't call me sweet names while I'm in a way like this. Let me get myself together.”
”But you let me over and over again.” She hugged him tighter. ”I never thought it could be like this.”
Didn't she understand that she was making him crazy, making him rethink his position, lying between her spread thighs, his
member pulsing, so close but so far?
”Baby-”
Her kiss stopped his words; the heat of her hand stole his breath.
”That's not fair,” she whispered against his ear, her hand moving swiftly up and down his slick, engorged shaft.
In no position to argue, he grasped her around the waist tightly, convulsed with a low sonic-boom moan that bounced off the
tiles, and collapsed, breathing hard.
Dawn crept through the windows, adding pink and orange paint to the white ceramic tiles around them. Only his deep pants chasing hers echoed within the tiny s.p.a.ce. ”I think we need to take another shower before my grand-pops and abuela come home.” He'd spoken without opening his eyes but could feel her nod and sweet acceptance with a kiss before she struggled to get up. ”Yeah, Jose, I'll die if your grandparents ever see me like this.”
Chapter Four.
As he helped Juanita to her feet, after-the-fact guilt gnawed at him. Just seeing the slightest wince flit across her pretty face let him know he should have waited. A woman like this didn't deserve to have her first time be a heated rush on a bathroom floor. d.a.m.n, what had he been thinking?
Jose cupped her cheek. ”I'm going to run into the kitchen for a second and will be right back, then-”
”No. You promised you wouldn't leave me,” she said, holding him tightly, her eyes growing wide.
”How about this,” he said softly. ”You sit on the edge of the tub, hold the rifle, I'll leave the door open and will talk real loud-
nonstop-so you can hear me. We'll keep talking during the thirty seconds it'll take. Then I'll wash you up in the shower.” He held her face with trembling hands and kissed her gently. ”You trust me?”
She begrudgingly nodded and loosened her grip on him. ”Do I have to hold the rifle, though?”
”No, just stand by the door, then, and leave it open. Talk to me while I walk the short distance. It's only like twenty-five feet down the hall.”
”What are you gonna do?”
”I'm gonna go get something that'll make you feel better.”
He swept her mouth with another quick kiss, opened the door, and began talking loudly as he dashed through the house. ”So,
what are you in the mood for? Breakfast, a sandwich, maybe some soup?” he hollered as he yanked open the freezer, grabbed an ice tray, and ran back toward the bathroom.
”Wow, that was fast,” she said, hiding her body behind a damp towel. She stared down at the tray of ice. ”What's that for?”
He just smiled. ”You'll see,” he said, and turned on the shower water again, closing the bathroom door behind him. He motioned to the tub with a nod. ”C'mon. Hop in.”
She gave him a quizzical look but slipped into the spray like he'd asked. The sound of ice breaking filled the tiny room, and within moments he'd joined her in the water with ice in his fist.
”Turn around and face the water,” he murmured against her neck.
She did what he'd asked but had questions. ”What are you going to do?” She gazed at his fist, trying to keep her face out of the spray.
”Relax and lean back against me,” he said in a gentle command, sliding one palm across her belly as he lowered his ice-filled fist
near her mound. He kissed her shoulder. ”Open your legs... I know it's tender there, like a friction burn.”
When she complied, he cupped his hand against her, allowing warm water to blend with the ice and pour a cool, soothing stream of relief over her bud, the swollen lips of her delicate flower, and where he was sure it hurt the most.
”Oh G.o.d... that feels wonderful,” she whispered, melting against his chest the way the ice was melting in his hand.