Hopefully she never had any doubt that he belonged to her. Whether it was cosmic or kismet, Jessica was imprinted on his heart. His thoughts revolved around her in one form or another; be it a future together or dirty thoughts. Diego had to reign in the latter or find it uncomfortable to walk while dressed.

There were no thoughts of how vulnerable she made him. None that entertained how she'd completely ruin him with a betrayal or if he somehow lost her. Maybe his mind was smart enough to protect him from ever having those thoughts, for once not letting his life be ruled by the worst that could happen. Jessica was good for him in ways Diego never considered.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine a woman would enjoy blowing him to the extent that Jessica seemed to. If he didn't love her more than life itself, it would be easy to be selfish and take that enjoyment for granted. The only thing that compared to the pleasure she created was getting her off.

Orgasms were on a completely different level with his soulmate. Beyond a rush or high or toe-curling experience. They were nearly to a point that Diego completely understood why people suffered from addiction because Jessica was undoubtedly his vice. "So close... I'm gonna..."

The way she worked his cock resulted in an eruption that she could taste, feel and hear. His muscles quivered from having flexed for so long in anticipation as his cock expelled the final drop of cum. He might not have formed actual words but moaned and panted for breath as the pleasure itself was a workout.

"Fuck... Sorry," he mumbled after a shiver or two as his breathing evened out.