Emery
I woke to the husky sound of Rafael’s voice. Spooned behind me with his face buried against my neck he murmured, “Miel, it’s time to wake up.”
“Uh uh,” I groaned. “The alarm didn’t go off.”
He chuckled against my neck. “It did. The first time it went off was at noon. You told me to throw it into the trash so I set it again for one. It’s now one-thirty. If we don’t get up we’ll fuck up our whole sleeping schedule.”
“I’m so comfortable,” I whined. “How about just one more hour?”
My breath quickened when he swirled his tongue against the spot where my shoulder met my neck. “I think I know what’ll change your mind,” he rasped before he bit down and sucked my skin gently into his mouth. As he did this he set his palm just above my belly button and slowly began moving it down.
I rubbed back against him, groaning when I felt his thick length pressing against me. Goose bumps spread across my skin as he traced his fingers beneath the band of my underwear. “I bet a nice hard fuck would wake you up,” he whispered against my ear as he brought his fingers out from the waistband and trailed his hand up to my left breast.
“Rafael,” I whimpered.
“Did taking my dick last night mean you woke up sore this morning?”
My eyes were still closed as I smiled. “Yes.”
“Did it make you wet, remembering the way I fucked you?”
I nodded. “So wet that I had to make myself come in the shower.”
He growled as he twisted my nipple between his fingers. “Did I tell you that you were allowed to play with your little pussy this morning?”
The warm heat in my veins became an inferno. “No, but I had to.”
“You don’t touch what’s mine unless I tell you to touch it. Every time you come, I want to see your face and hear your breathy little sounds. I’m a selfish man, Emery, and all of you belongs to me now.”
“What about you?” I whispered. “Can you come without me?”
He slid his hand from my breast back down to my panties, sliding beneath the waistband with ease. “I wouldn’t want to,” he answered as he trailed his middle finger up and down on my aching clit. “All of my come is for your mouth, your cunt, or your body, Miel. Nowhere else will do.”
The filthy way he talked was so hot I could barely stand it. The depth of my desire for him wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t tick off a little box and label it a lot or like fucking crazy. The only descriptive I could think of was all-consuming. His touch, the feel of his skin against mine, the scent of him, the way my heart began thundering in my chest the second he touched me with the intent to create pleasure, it was all too much, yet somehow not enough.
My eyes opened as I gripped his arm and rocked against his finger. “I’ve been hard since we got up this morning. All through the flight and both car rides, I just wanted to be inside of you. My self-control is good but now you’re so fucking wet I can’t stop,” he murmured. “All I can think about is how badly I want to slide my cock into your tight little pussy and fuck you until you scream. Think you can take me already, Dulce Niña?”
The way his voice sounded when he called me sweet girl was almost my undoing. “God, yes.”
“You’ll be a good girl and cream all over my dick while I pound the fuck out of your cunt, won’t you?”
I moaned like I was in heat as I bucked against his hand. “Yes.”
“I might want to come down your perfect little throat,” he groaned. “Are you going to let me if I try?”
If he kept talking, I’d come before he ever got inside me. “Anything, Rafe, anything.”
He removed his hand from my underwear and did something behind me. The next thing I felt was the heat of his naked cock through my underwear. “Bring your right foot up and tuck it behind my thigh so that you’re open to me,” he ordered.
Trembling, I did as he instructed. Satisfied that I’d followed orders, he pulled my panties to the side, guided his cock to my entrance and surge about halfway inside with one thrust.
He pulled back and thrust again, then again, until he was buried as far as he could be inside of me. “Dio mío, te sientes bien,” he groaned, telling me I felt good.
I would’ve said the same but I couldn’t speak. Full of his cock, I tilted my head back and moaned as he pushed in and out at a steady pace. The palm of his right hand pushed down against my pubic bone while his index and middle fingers swirled against my clit as he thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as his thrusting gained momentum.
Somehow, we shifted position so that I was on my knees, clawing at the sheets as he powered into me. I keened desperately when he stopped.
“I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, Dulce Niña.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I set up a desperate rhythm as I pushed forward and back on his big dick.
“Dios, Miel. Fantástico.”
I rode long and hard, whimpering and screaming into the bedding as his cock filled me. Gripping my hips, he stopped again. “Now,” he growled, “it is my turn to fuck you. Lay down so your chest is on the bed and hold still.”
As soon as he was happy with my position, he increased his hold on my hips and started to fuck into me hard and deep. With each thrust, he rotated his hips so that his cock stimulated my g-spot. It was incredible to me how he was able to do that, considering I’d long believed the damn spot was a myth.
The only thing hotter than the way he fucked me were the desperate noises he made while he did it. I normally found sex talk and sex noise gross, but not with Rafael. Everything, with him made me feel powerful, sexual, cherished, and free.
“Baby,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come.”
“Fuck, Miel. Say it again,” he rasped.
“Unf, I’m… going to…unf… Oh Jesus, Rafe! I’m going to come,” I squeaked.
“No,” he growled, “the other.”
I couldn’t remember what he wanted me to say. “Oh God, baby, I can’t think.”
“Buena niña,” he shouted as he thrust in harder.
That swivel of his hips that let his cock rub against my g-spot did it. I lost it and buried my face in the comforter as I screamed. He kept it up until I was nothing but a shaking mess. I groaned as he pulled out, already missing the heat of him inside me as he turned me onto my back.
Cupping my face between his hands, he smiled as he traced my cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Leaning back, he grabbed a pillow before lifting me up and placing it under my hips. “Ankles on my shoulders,” he instructed.
My body was still trembling from orgasmic aftershocks as I complied. He grinned as he fisted his cock and slid back inside me in one long thrust. Gripping my hips, he leaned in and started to fuck me again. My eyes rolled back and I bit my lip as that angle did its job. “Baby,” I panted. “I won’t last.”
He chuckled from above me. “You aren’t meant to. Open your eyes, Miel. Show me how you feel. Let me see everything.”
I gripped his forearms as I stared up into his denim eyes, whimpering as he fucked me. “I can’t get enough, Emery,” he rasped. “You’re everything, mi dulce niña.”
I cried out as he thrust to the root over and over again. Our breaths came as nothing but pants and our bodies were slick with sweat. “Fuck me hard and make me come,” I cried.
The wrought iron of the bed frame squeaked as he slammed into me faster and harder. I screamed as a squeeze of my pelvic muscles set off an orgasm that slammed into me like a tornado.
“Eyes!” he barked when I started to close them.
I bit my lip and kept my eyes on him as he fucked harder, the bed practically screaming in protest from the pounding it was taking. His rhythm was wild and crazy as his body surged inside me, the heat of his come making me shiver. I loved how vulnerable he was when he came, loved the way he kept his eyes on me and let me see everything he was giving me. Pulling out, he shot one last rope of come up near my belly button. Sliding his thumb through it, he brought it to my mouth. “Open,” he rasped.
I watched his face as I slowly licked my lips before I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I moaned as I sucked his thumb inside, swirling my tongue against the spot where his come was. His eyes blazed as he watched. When he pulled out, he grinned. “You liked that.”
I smiled back. “I loved it.”
“I wanted to come in your mouth but the way you felt right then was too good for me to stop.”
“Next time,” I said cheekily.
“Next time,” he agreed before he lifted my head and covered my lips with his. We kissed for long, lazy minutes as we came down from our mutual high.
* * *
About forty minutes later after a long shower where Rafe spoiled me by lathering me from head to toe, I texted Kaya while he went to talk to Enid about dinner options.
Me: You awake?
Kaya: Yep, just getting in to bed now. Gigi and Dean love Alejandro!!
Me: I knew they would. You worry too much. He loves you- any idiot can see that
Kaya: I know. I love him too. So much.
Me: FYI I’m in Spain
Kaya: I know! One of the guards told Alejandro after you left. How did Elvis do on the flight? When I didn’t hear from you I had Jandro call the housekeeper there. She said he was asleep in the yard but seemed fine.
Me: He was exhausted when we got here but he did better than I did on the flight. I was so nervous he’d freak I just about made myself sick. Meanwhile he was like heyyyy everybody I’m loving this private plane life
Kaya: lol so even more spoiled than usual?
Me: Totes
Kaya: I’m seriously sad that we didn’t hit Spain at the exact same time just like we’d always planned to
Me: I solemnly swear not to go anywhere touristy without you
Kaya: You better not. Alejandro says that once Gigi and Dean leave for their cruise, he’s taking me to Spain. Tell me what its like so far?
Me: So far I’ve seen one bedroom and the yard of the Cruz house and both things are incredible
Kaya: Is Rafe in that bedroom with you?
Me: Yes. Is that weird for you?
Kaya: No- obviously I can see the appeal of the Cruz men lol. Has he talked to you about his past and his issues?
Me: He alluded to something but I didn’t press
Kaya: I’ll tell you so you go in prepared
Me: No! Don’t. He needs to be the one to tell me
Kaya: Are you sure?
Me: Positive. I don’t want to fuck this up. He will tell me when he’s ready
Kaya: Ok but offer stands if you want me to tell you
Me: I trust Rafe. He will tell me
Kaya: I can’t believe I’m asking this. Do you think he’s the one?
Me: No
Kaya: Oh. Okay. You’re acting so out of character that I thought maybe…
Me: I don’t think it because I KNOW it. He’s it.
Kaya: Any sane person would tell you you’re nuts but these Cruz boys go all out when they meet their match. Antonio married Camila 5 days after meeting her. Alejandro had me from the beginning and I only love him more every day. None of us ever stood a chance against these Spanish heartthrobs
Me: Don’t get all telenovela on me, nutjob
Kaya: OMG Em! I just realized we’re going to watch telenovelas together in Spain just like we always planned. I hope they subtitle the way they do here…
Me: I’ll let you know
Kaya: Don’t you dare watch without me!
Me: How else will I know if there are subtitles?
Kaya: Just. Don’t. Do. It. We’ll find out together
Kaya. Ugh. Alejandro is taking away my phone and forcing me into bed
Me: lol. Forcing you. Nice try. Have fun- love you!
Kaya: Love you too. Kiss Elvis for me.
Me: I’m all over it
Kaya: That’s what she said