The gripping tightness of her pussy on his fingers made her want to scream with pleasure. If it felt like this with only two fingers, how would it feel when he thrust his much larger cock inside her the first time? Oh, ecstasy! He would consume her! As always, Angel was incredibly gentle, but the sensations he evoked in her were explosive.
His voice sounded strained when he spoke again. “The sounds you make and the way you move makes me want to come again. Just feel for me.” He ceased the pumping motion and stroked inside her pussy. Clutching the bedspread in her hands, she felt like she was soaring. The pleasure he was building inside of her expanded outward. Her eyes opened wide, and she panted quietly.
“That’s your sweet spot I’m stroking. Do you like it?” He chuckled as he asked the stupidest question in the universe.
She laughed then moaned. “Yes, baby. I’ll be your slave. Please don’t stop!”
“I’ll take good care of you, beautiful.”
He continued and once again to stroked her aching clit. He sent her higher and higher, surpassing anything she’d experienced the night before. Her body trembled hard, and the muscles in her pussy drew up impossibly tight as he continued stroking both places.
“That’s right, baby, unlike anything you thought possible, right? I love you so much, Teresa. It’s me who is your slave. I want to taste your cream.” He replaced his thumb with his mouth and firmly tongued her clitoris, holding her to him carefully as her back arched off the bed. Pressing his lips to her, he suckled her clitoris.
The wave broke in a magnificent crescendo as her body bore down hard and came explosively for him. Her hand clapped over her mouth to stifle the rapturous scream that escaped from her. She moaned and shuddered in bliss as his lips and tongue lapped and slid over her drenched pussy.
As she came back to Earth, she could hear him growling softly as he feasted on her pussy, just as he said he would. He sounded like he was enjoying himself. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and a blush spread over her whole body, making her nipples tingle fiercely. A hazy warmth crept over her as she listened to the sounds he made, still licking her.
His next words floored her as he gazed up at her from between her thighs, his lips and chin wet with the evidence of her orgasm. “You taste like spun honey. Joaquin is partial to spun honey. You’re going to have a hard time keeping panties on. I may not get any work out of him.” He chuckled at her when she flung a forearm over her eyes and giggled.
“That sounds like a good problem to have. I’m wondering if you’ll be able to share, though.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We share very well where you’re concerned.” He punctuated the end of his statement with one last long lick up the entire length of her slit.
“Oh, goodness,” she said a few minutes later as she tried to sit up but fell back limply on the bed.
“Feeling good?”
“A little better than good. I though last night was incredible, that it couldn’t get any better.”
“Wait until it’s my cock sliding into your pussy. We’ve only scratched the surface, sweetheart. I promise.”
She moaned at the image he’d just described and turned in his arms, stroked his firm, muscled chest and said, “Thank you for being so patient with me. My fears were all so foolish. I was afraid of becoming intimate with you for nothing.”
Teresa rested her chin lightly on her hand and tears filled her eyes as she looked up into his honey-colored eyes. He pulled her to him so her head was on his chest and held her trembling body in his arms. His work-roughened hands felt perfect on her skin as he stroked her back.
Once she had quieted some, he said, “This is what love is supposed to feel like, beautiful. This good, this special. Yeah, we’re working up to bigger and better things, but it’s all supposed to feel this good. I’m glad you’ve left the fear behind.”
She wanted nothing more than to start her life as his wife. She didn’t want to come to this empty apartment tonight, not when the solace of his arms was so close. Waiting to get married didn’t make sense when her heart and instincts told her there was no point, considering she felt the same way about Joaquin.
“I want to marry you as soon as we can, as soon as Grace and I can put it together.”
His eyes flared a little at the change in subject, and he said carefully, “Couldn’t you give Joaquin a little more time? It will be better if he has a chance to prove himself to you, and we can start our marriage together.”
“Angel, I want you both. I want to be married to you both. I don’t want to be away from you any longer than I have to. Going home with Michael by ourselves tonight is looking less appealing all the time.”
Excitement gleamed in his eyes. “You’re sure? You’re sure you’re ready?”
“I know I am. I’ve never felt so sure in my life. Soon, please?”
“I’ll talk to him. He’ll want to propose to you, too. Can you give him a day or two to find your ring?”
“Of course. I’m looking forward to my afternoon with him. Tell him before then, all right?”
“You are about to make a lonesome cowboy extremely happy, honey. Hell, two lonesome cowboys, for that matter!” He wrapped his arms around her snugly and rolled with her on the bed until she was beneath him.
Feeling perfectly sheltered, she tilted up and kissed him, sliding her tongue between his full lips. As he drew her tightly to him, his body trembled against hers. His cock lay hot and hard once again at her naked hip.
“Do you need to…?”
He grinned, and his eyes twinkled devilishly. “What, honey?”
“Do you want me to…?”
“What, honey?” he murmured in a teasing tone.
She grinned back when she realized what he was playing at. “Do you want for me to take this great, big, thick cock in my hands and stroke you until you come, groaning and growling my name?” she asked in her most innocent voice.
He let loose with a sexy chuckle as he rolled onto his back, pulling her along with him. “Well…now that you mention it. I do have a need. Oh, just like that, baby,” he groaned as she took him in hand and taught him a thing or two about teasing her.
Chapter Sixteen
Joaquin chuckled as he poured tea in glasses for the grownups and quietly said to Angel, “It’s about fucking time you got back. I was ready to send a search party.”
Angel leaned against the counter with the look of a man utterly satisfied by his woman on his sappy face. People said women were bad about gossiping? He could not fucking wait for some details. Whatever had happened between the two of them had left them both looking totally blissed out.
Angel grinned at him and Joaquin groaned as his cock swelled. What did they do?
“Don’t worry. We didn’t do anything serious. You and I need to talk and soon.”
“Good news?”
“Fucking fantastic news.”
* * * *
A few hours later, Angel and Michael left to run errands together. Teresa picked the movie and put it in the player while Joaquin prepared a snack for them. While he was in the kitchen, she dead bolted the front door and closed the drape over the picture window. He noticed the change when he returned with the snack and a glass of iced tea. He grinned at her, sat down, and pulled off his boots.
“So we can see the television without the glare coming in through the window,” she explained, smiling, and then added, “and also for privacy.”
He smiled at her and sidled up behind her and whispered, “I like privacy, especially if you’re with me, sugar.” Every note of his sexy, deep drawl sent a thrill to her pussy. His hand slid around her hip and pressed her back against his erection, and her body ached with desire. He drew her down to the recliner and used the remote to start the movie.
She’d picked a romantic comedy, and they watched for a minute or two before he picked up the plate and held it across his lap so she could see he’d made bean and cheese nachos. He lifted one from the plate and held it for her. T
eresa looked up, as he waited for her to take it from his fingers, smiling down at her expectantly. She opened for him and took it.
“I hope this is okay.”
“It’s perfect. I love nachos.”
“I brought jalapeños, if you like it hot,” he added with a grin, offering the option.
“I like jalapenos, but I’d better not,” she said, grinning. Not with where her mouth was planning on going later. He offered her another one, and she took it from his fingers, pausing his hand long enough to lick a little of the salt from the chips off his fingertips.
He groaned softly and then offered her his glass of tea. She took a sip, smiled, and thanked him. She took a few more nachos from him, paying similar meticulous attention to his fingers, and shared his tea with him. Neither of them was really paying attention to the movie. The growing heat between them and the languid arousal she felt became a topic of greater interest. He offered her a last sip of tea then picked up the remote and hit the mute button.
He pulled her to him firmly as though she were weightless. His lips descended on hers roughly, and her body felt swamped with desire, ready for him and whatever he wanted to do. His hands roamed up and down her back and over her buttocks while his lips nuzzled her throat and the tops of her breasts over her shirt.
After a few breathless minutes, he grasped her hips and shifted her directly on top of him. In this position, his thick erection was noticeable. She rubbed against his cock, making him growl. He drew her lips back to his and kissed her lightly to make up for his earlier forceful treatment, licking at them with his tongue. She sat up, straddling his hips, her pussy directly over his cock, and wiggled a bit. His eyes roved over her, and his sensual mouth spread in a sexy smile.
She grew bold and asked him, “Did Angel tell you about our time together this morning?”
Teresa heard another low growl in his chest as Joaquin replied.
“Yes, he did. He said it was incredible being with you. I was hoping I might merit some of your loving attention this afternoon.”
“‘Merit’ my attention, huh?” she whispered as she unbuttoned his plaid shirt. “Yes, Joaquin. You do.” Shifting her ass slightly over his groin, she enjoyed at all the hardness she felt there and the corresponding pulse in her clit. She tugged the shirt from his jeans and greedily slid her hands over his bare, muscular chest, enjoying every dip and bulge as she stroked him.
Sliding his hands over her hips, Joaquin palmed her ass, groaning as he rubbed his cock against her. He gathered the hem of her top and slid it over her ribs, lifting it higher when she bent to kiss him and drew it over her head. He smiled admiringly at her breasts, his thumbs tracing over the nipples that peeked out through the lace of her bra, drawing a happy sigh from her.
She scooted back over his thighs, rubbing every inch of his length playfully as she moved over it, so she could unfasten his silver belt buckle and unzip his fly. His hand came over hers as she grinned up at him.
“What are you up to, sugar?” he drawled as her fingers drew the tab of the zipper down a little at a time.
I’m seizing the day, baby!
“Why, giving you my attention, Joaquin. Do you mind if I play?” she asked in a mischievous tone.
“Far be it from me to not give a lady what she wants,” he drawled, watching her with glittering green eyes, “especially when she asks so sweetly.”
Assuming Angel had given him details about what they had done together, she believed he was hoping for the same attention, at most. But Teresa had talked with Grace that afternoon. She eagerly anticipated trying out her newfound knowledge. He lifted his hips and helped her slide his blue jeans down a bit. She paused for a moment and sat up. She didn’t want to do this in half measures.
“Sugar, if you tell me what you want, I’ll help,” he offered, not teasing her at all.
“I changed my mind. I want it all off. Everything. I don’t want anything covered up.”
“Okay,” he complied quickly while wearing a lopsided grin. “You gonna reciprocate, sugar?”
“Would you like that, Joaquin?” she asked, climbing off the loveseat and unbuttoning her jeans slowly.
“Yeah, then I can touch you, too.” His eyes smoldered with longing as she undressed and returned to him naked, straddling his thighs again. He looked down and groaned, and she knew he saw that this position parted her pussy lips so he could see the damp pink flesh within. Cupping his balls, Teresa stroked delicately. He flexed his hips and pressed into her hand with a low growl.
A contented smile crossed Joaquin’s face as he tilted his head back and his eyelids slid closed, a deep breath escaping from him at her touch. His cock was lying stiff against his abdomen, as long and thick as his brother’s. She felt no fear being alone and naked with him like this. In fact, the thought of being at his mercy made her pussy clench and swell a little for him. Her lips felt hot and grew even damper with her increased arousal.
“Sugar, that feels good.” He groaned as she caressed his sack again, drawing closer to him. With his eyes closed, he was completely unprepared for what she did next. She began licking one testicle then the other. She grinned to herself at the low-pitched, startled cry that erupted from him as he bucked toward her mouth.
“Fuck! Where did you…! How—” She lightly suckled one testicle and his back bowed off the recliner. “Oh fuck, baby!”
Gazing up at Joaquin, she released one testicle and then laved and suckled the other one between her lips, her nose tickled by his short, crisp curls. She watched the ecstasy that played across his features and continued while her hand slid up to his cock. He cried out again when she wrapped her fingers around his girth and began stroking up and down on his length. His fingers slide into her hair at the nape of her neck.
Finally she released his other testicle and moved a little higher, watching his face as she stroked him. His eyes smoldered as he waited to see what she would do next. He allowed his head to fall back to the recliner and begged her to do whatever she wanted to him. He closed his eyes again, an enraptured groan leaving his lips when she lifted his cock from his nest of black curls.
He shivered with anticipation as she held his substantial shaft up with one hand and continued to caress his balls with the other. Licking her lips, she pressed them to the head of his cock. He cried out at the first touch of her mouth, and she smiled with satisfaction at the sound as she licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip in a soft, broad stroke and swirled her tongue around the blunt head.
“Sugar! Oh fuck!”
Responding to his taste, her mouth watered for him. She licked her lips again and allowed his cock to slide between them, and she stroked him with her tongue as she slid his cock in and out. Her wet lips gradually descended farther over him, taking more until his head touched the back of her throat. Grasping his cock at the base, she suckled on his cock. He was enormous, and she hoped that he would be satisfied with her novice effort.
Joaquin whimpered and moaned when she allowed the head to slide from her lips with a slight popping sound every so often, so she knew this was something he liked. She slid him to the back of her throat and took him as deeply as she was comfortable several times, sucking as she drew up on him, teasing him with her tongue on the underside, especially at the sensitive head.
“Sugar, your mouth is so sweet and hot,” he murmured, his hips grinding with her movements. “How did you learn to do this? Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop! Yes, suck me, sugar.” Taking her time, Teresa loved the way he felt and tasted, the way he sounded so enthralled in what she was doing, and enjoyed the moment and the way her body responded.
She received pleasure from this, too. Realizing her hips were rocking, she understood what Grace meant. Giving Joaquin pleasure didn’t mean she had to disconnect from what she was feeling in order to give her all to him. It all rolled into a satisfying feeling of connectedness with him. She knew this when she dipped down and her extremely wet pussy rubbed against his lower thigh. He acknowled
ged her presence there and lifted his knee slightly for her to increase the contact between his thigh and her pussy if she wished. She understood now.
Joaquin was building quickly to his release. She kept the rhythm the same for him until he was groaning and almost incoherent. “Sugar, you do that so well. I’m going to come soon!” His voice, while enraptured, also took on a note of concern. She knew the moment had arrived.
“Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better let go!”
Sliding her free hand under his thigh, she held him to her. She increased the suction slightly and listened to him as he was consumed by the pleasure she gave him.
She could hear the conflict of emotions in his voice. “Baby? I mean it, let go, you don’t—oh sugar! What are you doing! I’m going—I’m coming! Oh fuck!” He roared rapturously as she continued sucking. His body tensed suddenly, and his cum jetted from his cock into her throat.
At the first sensation of warmth, she swallowed and was dimly aware of the pulsing that grew until it ignited between her legs where she rubbed against him. She swallowed every drop as his cum spurted from him in long, hot streams while her body rode her own orgasmic wave. Rubbing her clit against his thigh hard, she rode each pulse.
Finally releasing him after licking him clean, Teresa felt a slight buzz like she’d had a couple of glasses of wine, and her pussy felt hot and wet because she’d been rubbing against him the whole time. Her clit throbbed insistently, wanting to be pushed over into another orgasm.
Teresa smiled when she heard him release a trembling sigh. His fingers were still in her hair, and the other hand cupped her cheek. She crawled into his arms as he drew her to him and tucked her to his side. She’d pleased him very much if she was going by his expression and how tightly he held her now.
“Sugar, where did you learn to do that?” He sounded astonished as he stroked her cheek.
“When I talked to Grace this afternoon, she told me how to do it.”
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