by Claire Adele
“Fuck you senseless, querida. But first, let’s make sure all the soap is rinsed away.”
Just as he said that, she heard Derek soaping his hands behind her. He started at her shoulders and smoothed his hands over every inch of her back and butt cheeks. He dribbled more soapy water down her spine, and she felt the soap bubbles tickle between her cheeks all the way to her swollen opening. His fingers stroked deep again and caressed her sensitive nether lips. He circled her tight little hole before moving to the top of her crack and her lower back. She moaned as she shivered.
Derek wrapped his arms around her so her back was to the shower spray. Holding her around the waist with one hand, with the other hand he swished water over every inch of her body.
Juan turned her to face him. His fingers delved between her labia and circled her clit. He slid his hand over her back and between her legs while she licked and nipped gently at his puckered nipples.
“Enough,” Juan growled. He turned off the water.
She steadied herself and raised her eyebrows at his abrupt decision. “There’s robes on hooks outside the shower door. One for each of us. They’re really soft and cushy.”
“Sounds perfect.” Juan reached for the shorter robe and helped her into it.
She left the shower, watching him in the mirror as he slipped a robe on. He was so good-looking, a huge temptation, a man she could gladly spend her days and nights with. But what about the werewolf in him? Could she deal with that side of him?
Already, she’d begun to accept that side of Juan and Derek. She’d ask Juan more about the phenomenon later. Right now, she wanted Juan inside her. Deep inside. But it was time for dinner, and they were probably hungry.
She took her glass of wine and sipped, wondering what new experience they’d share with her tonight.
Derek took a sip of his wine. “Are you ready for bed?”
“Bed? But we haven’t had dinner,” she said.
“Dinner can wait,” Juan said. “I’m ready to take you to bed and make love to you.”
He wanted to make love to her? Did that mean he was in love with her?
“Let us pleasure you, querida.” He crossed to the bedside table and put down his wineglass. Returning to her where she waited in front of the bathroom door, he swept her into his arms.
“Juan!” His name came out in a squeak as she held onto her glass of wine to keep it from spilling all over them.
He chuckled and lowered her to the bed, took the glass of wine from her, and set it beside his. “We’ll save the wine for a little later. Right now, I want to taste you.” He pushed her robe down her arms and pressed her gently down on her pillow. He stripped off his own robe and stretched out naked beside her.
Derek set his wine down and stretched out on her other side.
Kissing her softly at first, Juan cupped and molded her breasts, rubbing his thumb across her nipples. She undulated her hips. “You want me there?” he asked. He parted her legs and pressed his muscular thigh against her soft mound.
Taking one of the wineglasses, Juan tipped it a bit and dribbled wine over her nipples. As she gasped, he rubbed his thigh against her wet pussy, and quickly lapped up the wine from her breasts. His gaze met hers as he slowly poured more wine down the middle of her torso, lapping it as he moved lower. He slid the bottom of the wineglass over the trail he’d followed with his tongue.
She shivered and her body arched off the bed. As she tipped her hips toward him, she told him silently she craved more. He dribbled wine over her pussy. When wine touched her folds, her hips bucked. Juan moved lower, pressed his chest down on her thighs as he placed the glass of wine back on the table. He watched her as he lowered his head, finally nuzzling her swollen folds with his lips and spearing his tongue between to lap the wine and taste her clit.
She jerked and almost came off the bed.
A growl vibrated deep in his chest. “I need to taste your pussy, sweetheart.” He lowered his head and licked from her dripping opening, delved inside with his tongue, and lapped upward to her folds, tormenting her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh my God. Juan!”
Derek’s hand stroked the length of her torso. He cupped her breasts and rolled one nipple between his fingers as he suckled the other nipple. She gasped and writhed.
Juan hooked her knees over his shoulders. She inhaled swiftly as he spread her thighs wider. The heat in her eyes told him that she didn’t care that with her legs raised over his shoulders she was completely open to him. She welcomed his pleasure-giving kisses and nibbles, his tongue tweaking and licking her most delectable flesh.
With her body bared beneath him, Juan parted her dark pink labia with his fingers and gazed at her swollen flesh. “You’re so beautiful, querida, so wet and rosy. You drive me crazy. I need you.” He slid one long finger inside her pussy, in and out until he once more found her most sensitive spot.
She gasped and bucked. “Juan!”
He handed Derek one of the condoms he’d left nearby. As she panted, Juan eased her legs from his shoulders. They sheathed themselves. He moved up her damp torso, turned her on her side to face him, and positioned his body with the head of his rock-hard erection touching her slick pussy.
“Wrap your legs around me, querida.”
She did as he asked, lifting her free leg over his hip and taking him between the dripping wet lips of her opening.
He slowly pushed inside her tight, hot, silken pussy and sank balls deep. His mouth covered hers but couldn’t keep her sharp little moans quiet. She curled her free leg around him and undulated her hips, sliding against his sweat-dampened body. She clutched his upper arms and pulled him closer, tilted her hips, and took him deeper.
He broke the kiss and blazed a hot trail of kisses down her throat, curving his back to suckle each firm nipple, drawing hard. He groaned as he pushed deeper inside her. When he felt his balls touch her sweet ass, he slowly pulled out and plunged home again.
He was vaguely aware of Derek moving against Cindy’s back, one of his long legs covering the length of her leg. Juan sensed that Derek’s gentle fingers spread her butt cheeks and smoothed her fluids along her crack, over her small hole. From their previous sharing experiences, Juan knew that Derek would massage her and position the head of his sheathed cock against her tight little asshole, gently pressing. Derek would slide backwards and forwards, stopping to press gently against her little hole. The friction and pressure created would heighten sensations for her.
She moaned and moved her hips back and forth. Derek held her still with his hands on her hips as he positioned his cock at her tight hole, pushing gently. Slowly Derek’s stiffened cock slid deep into her rectum. “Does that feel good, Cindy?”
“Oh, God. That feels incredible,” she said, sighing softly. She shivered and her pussy clenched.
Juan growled as he filled her. “I love how you squeezed my cock, querida.”
Derek held her hips as he pushed deep in her and pulled almost all the way out. Juan worked with him, giving Cindy as much increased pleasure as possible. Little cries of passion escaped her.
Pressure built. She gave a sharp cry as Juan slipped his hand between their bellies and found her clit. He circled the nub and increased the tension.
Juan watched her reactions as Derek slid one hand up her side and cupped her breast, and his thumb and finger pinched her nipple. Her back arched and her body shook. With a cry she climaxed. Juan felt the pulsing of her inner walls as her orgasm slammed through her, rocking her.
Their deep groans vibrated against each other as their bodies tightened around each other. Derek climaxed, his cock pumping inside her. Juan followed, shoving balls deep, his low growl escaping as his body tightened. His cock erupted, his cum shooting out, as his hips bucked against her, driving deeper inside her hot pussy, igniting another orgasm in her. She screamed this time, her body shivering and convulsing inside, milking his cock of every last drop of fluid.
Finally, they rested,
replete and lethargic within each other’s arms.
“That was incredible,” she said, panting. “I can’t move my arms or legs.”
“You’re amazing, querida.”
“God, yes,” Derek said. “Thank you. That was fuckin’ awesome.”
Sensations eased as they relaxed, completely spent. Derek pulled carefully from inside her and between her cheeks, gave her a kiss on the nape of her neck, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Juan hugged her tight. “I could stay like this with you all night.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she said. “I’d like you to stay.”
“Then I will,” Juan said. “There’s nowhere else I want to be.” He kissed her gently on her lips, and she kissed him back.
Derek returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth, and Juan eased himself from her and headed that way. He returned with a towel, and the two of them removed any residue left on her from their lovemaking. Their sweet consideration and gentle ministrations touched her deeply.
Derek finished dressing.
“I’m starving,” she said. “Time for dinner.”
Juan smiled at her. “Sounds good to me.”
“Need help dressing?” Derek asked, smiling at her with mischief in his eyes.
“No.” She smiled at him. “I think I can manage by myself for now. Go in the kitchen and help yourself to whatever you want to drink. There are chips in the pantry. I’ll be right there.” Juan smiled warmly at her, and both guys headed for the kitchen. Cynthia grabbed a shirt and a pair of slacks from the closet and threw them on.
As she entered the kitchen, the phone rang. “Yes?” she answered. She put her hand over the phone. “It’s my friend Darlene,” she said to Juan and Derek. “Darlene, we were just about to get some dinner. She did? That’s interesting. Derek and Juan are the private investigators who saved Kelly at the Rescue Mission, and the same ones who saved us today. Would you like to speak to Derek? He’s right here.” She turned the phone over to Derek. “Kelly Smith and Darlene Lovejoy want to talk to you.”
Cynthia smiled at Derek and Juan. As Derek took the phone, she said softly to Juan, “I think Kelly is interested in Derek.”
Juan raised his eyebrows and nodded in understanding. “Interesting,” he said, smiling at her.
“Wow,” Derek said as he ended the call. “Darlene said that Kelly wants to meet the sandy-haired one. That would be me.” He grinned. “They want me to come up for beer and snacks.”
Cynthia could tell by the animated look on Derek’s face that he wanted to join Darlene and Kelly. “Go! They’re nice. Have fun!”
“I will,” Derek said. He crossed to Cynthia and cradled her arm in his big hand. “Before I go, I want to tell you both how much it has meant to me to be included in your lives, to be part of Juan’s triumph over the Hawks and to share some great sex play with you, Cindy. It’s a privilege to know you.”
She smiled at Derek. “I feel the same, Derek. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, too. You‘re welcome in my home any time.”
“I’ll catch up with you all tomorrow,” Derek said. “Can I borrow your car, Juan? I’ll come pick you up tomorrow when you’re ready to trade cars.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Juan agreed.
“I have to say, I’m stoked to meet Kelly. She seems like a very cool lady. See you all later.” Derek opened the front door and closed it behind him.
Cynthia looked at Juan and returned his big smile.
Juan moved close to her and put his arms around her waist. “Derek needs someone in his life. I think Kelly may be good for him. But right now, I’m ready for dinner, and then I have plans to spend the night with you, okay?”
“Sounds wonderful,” she said.
Chapter Twelve
The dinner dishes were in the dishwasher and what little was left over from their dinner had been put away.
Cynthia sipped her wine as Juan enjoyed his. He was quiet and watched her from darkened eyes. “What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I’m thinking that I can never get enough of you, querida.”
“What would you like to do about that?”
“I’d like to make love to you again,” he said, his eyes impaling her with his feral hunger.
“I’d like that. What do you have in mind?” She smiled at him.
“I crave to make love to you all night, querida. And I want to start with you on your knees on the sofa, with your hands supporting you against the back. I want to slide deep in your sweet pussy from behind. I want you arching beneath my chest as you climax.”
Good grief, she was wet and swollen already just from his words. “I’ve never done that before in exactly that way.”
“I’ll show you. I think you’ll like it.” He grinned at her, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Tell me how you want me.”
“Naked.”
She began unbuttoning her clothes. He watched her, never offering to help. She stepped from her panties, completely bare. “You should be naked, too,” she said.
He stripped, tossing his clothing beside hers on the floor. “Kneel on the sofa cushions with your hands braced against the back.” His voice was a soft growl.
She turned and followed his directions, with not one bit of unease to spoil her sexual pleasure. She trusted Juan completely.
He steadied her with his hands on her hips as she found the position he wanted. He caressed her, from her breasts and nipples to her belly, the sexual charge streaking through her body. With only her hands to support her, she was powerless to do anything but feel.
He nuzzled her ear and brushed kisses along her throat to her bare shoulder while he reached around her to part her wet, swollen folds, stroke her clit, and finally her needy opening.
His cock pushed between her thighs, parting her cheeks. The head of his cock teased her slick lower lips. He wrapped one arm around her with his broad hand against her belly, supported her, and steadied her as he delved inside her dripping passage. He pulled out of her and with his other hand, he dipped his fingers into her clenching vagina. He spread the moisture through her labia, until every bit of sensitive flesh was swollen and pulsing, hungry for his cock to slide inside until she came. She shivered from the intense sensations.
“Juan! I need you.”
“Soon, chica.” He adjusted her knees further apart on the cushions until she was wide open, vulnerable. He slid more than one long finger through her wet opening.
She trembled, close to climaxing, her thighs quivering. His fingers pushed slowly within her. In a little way and back out. Deeper each time. Her legs remained stretched apart, completely at his whim. His fingers slowly pulled from her hungry nether lips, her juices coating his fingers and her own thighs.
“Juan! Come inside me,” she cried.
“Not yet.” His fingers slid from her so slowly, it was pure torment. She wanted to clench her muscles between her thighs, but she couldn’t, spread as she was with her knees far apart on the cushions.
“Grip the back of the sofa, querida,” he growled low, “and hold on tight.”
She did as he directed, her opening grabbing at nothing, desperate to climax.
His long hard cock slid between her cheeks, tantalizing the puckered flesh of her small hole. He didn’t stop, but kept pushing forward. The hood of his cock grazed the swollen lips of her opening. He slid his cock through her cream until it was wet and slick. Positioning his erection with one hand, he held her still with his other and pushed slowly into her passage, his stiffened cock stretching her flesh. He filled her to the hilt, his balls snug against her cheeks.
“I love how your pussy takes all of my cock, querida.”
“Oh God, Juan.” She felt so full. She gripped the back of the sofa for support as he began to move, slowly at first, then quicker. His supporting hand lowered to spread her labia and pleasure her clit. He circled the swollen nub, around and around. His cock plunged deeper, all the way to her womb as tension built. She fe
lt his other hand slide between her cheeks. His fingers found her tight hole and massaged. He pressed against the puckered ring at the same time as he circled her clit. The sensations joined with his thick cock deep inside her.
He pulled out of her gently, lifted her to her feet, and swept her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“I’m taking you to your bed, querida.” He carried her to her bedroom and lowered her to the bed.
She wrapped her arms as far as she could around his broad shoulders, pressing her fingertips into his hard muscles and her lips in the curve where his damp shoulder and throat met. “I want you on top of me,” she said.
He joined her. Their bodies dampened more, their breaths came faster. He kissed her lips and nestled his face in the crook of her shoulder beneath her ear. His breath fanned her skin. His chest brushed against her sensitive nipples. He slid his hand between their hips and found her clit with the pad of his thumb, pressed down and circled the swollen nub.
Her whole body felt on fire with sensation. His long hair caressed her nipples like silken feathers. Her hips tilted to take his cock deeper.
“Wrap your legs around me, querida.”
She did as he asked. He pressed warm kisses in the valley between her breasts. His hand left her clit and found her tight hole. He nibbled each nipple, sucking and squeezing. His gentle fingertips circled her little hole. Pleasurable sensations increased her sexual tension when he pressed the pads of two fingers against her there. Slowly and gently, he eased the tip of one finger inside, stretching her.
“Juan,” she whispered.
“This will make your pussy feel even better. Tell me if it’s too much.” He eased his finger deeper. He probed gently, and suddenly he found her most sensitive place.
“Juan! My God.” He stroked her there and her body arched and trembled.
Pressure increased. She heard his deep, feral groan. His sperm shot from his cock and hit her womb with his explosive ejaculation. It triggered her climax. She cried out as her orgasm slammed through her, convulsing muscles rocking her body. Sweetest ecstasy pulsed on and on, the pleasure stronger and more intense than she had ever felt before.
