"He went from all back to red leather and horns?" There was a mix of disbelief and dislike on his features. Flatly, Diego came to a conclusion. "I guess I'll have to see the video."
Jessica was smiling which made him smile. "You want me to wear lace?" He didn't have the slightest clue what peekaboo lace was. "I'd think you'd see me better without clothing." Diego was rather attached to his black even though he did wear a gray suit and there was even a blue one in his bag.
"He went from a homemade getup, like yours, to something someone else imagined for him. Color's not really a blind guy's thing." She knew that he'd have to see it to believe it, but she also just liked the idea of Diego getting involved in figuring out just how crazy her city was.
"Oh, god yes. I'm dragging you to a sex store. They have lingerie for both genders, and I'll pick out something you like if you do the same." She drew her tongue over his lower lip, then sucked on it and gave it a light nip. "I like you in black, too. We can get black lace for you, too. But red would look good. So would blue. Green. You're sexy in all shades, Diego. Maybe I'll let you talk me into something with a garter."
His lips were still smiling but his face was scrunched with confusion. "Male lingerie?" He'd never heard of such a thing. "Are you messing with me?" There was a soft laugh when he asked the question. "I could see silk but lace?" Diego shrugged his shoulders. "If you like it, I'll do it."
It was enough of a reward that he'd get to pick something for her too. He wondered if this was something new for Jessica or just missing from the memories he'd seen of hers. All thoughts of Murdock seemed to be long gone. She seemed ready to change into something right then and there. Diego was surprised that she hadn't attempted to remove. his tie.
"All things you can verify on the terrifying google machine." Hey, he seemed open to it, and that was a win in her books. She wouldn't have attempted to ask it with any of the man she'd had long term before, because it wouldn't have occurred to her. Neither would wearing it herself. They would have her as she was or they wouldn't have her at all.
Diego made her want to try new things. Playful things. She was guessing that was the whole difference between being in love. Back and forth. Together. Her hand moved up into his hair and she turned to kiss him. "Lace means peekaboo parts. Trish always used to talk about sensation play with some of her flings, but I never really liked hearing about them because they were all assholes."
"I'll take your word for it," he let out a husky laugh. His attempt to Google had been information overload to where Diego forgot what he had initially tried to look up. It was one thing to see women in sexy lingerie, he didn't need to see the male versions.
His exes did have him try new things. Jessica had one to thank for his nipple piercing which was the only good thing to come out of that relationship. The next one wasn't a fan of the body jewelry or his scars so he his clothes stayed on for most of the intimacy in that train wreck.
Eudora was his last before meeting his soulmate. She didn't have an issue with him naked and enjoyed using handcuffs. Or maybe he had. Needless to say, he was more than eager to explore new things with the woman he planned to grow old with.
"Sensation play?" The expression on his face matched the confusion in his voice. He had no idea what that was.
Trying new things hadn't really been on her radar for a bit. She'd have to be more comfortable with someone, and that wasn't a bridge often crossed. She grinned at him and moved her hand to smooth down his tie. "Mm, sensation play, as in playing with how things feel. Lace on skin. Fur. Feathers. Hot. Cold. I'm picturing tying you up and blindfolding you and seeing what gets the best reaction. Where you respond the most."
Now that that image was in her head, she found herself biting her lip, leaning into him a little more firmly. "Silk brushing over all your sensitive spots. Dragging fur up the inside of your thighs..."
She had his undivided attention, as usual. Or maybe a little more than usual. Jessica had him mesmerized while she seemed to casually explain what sensation play was. Colder weather usually affected his piercing. He didn't like the idea of getting burned but trusted her not to cross the line and really hurt him.
"Silk makes me think of your tongue." Diego bit his bottom lip for a moment before continuing. "Feathers, when your hair runs across me." He wasn't opposed to what she talked about but a little partial to Jessica above all else. "You know I'm gonna be hard the whole time. I'm hard right now just talking about it."
"Part of it's playing with a lot of things. I certainly never mind putting my tongue on you. Any part of you." Her grin spoke of wicked things done in private places, and it gave her great delight to feel him pressed up against her, hard and firm as promised. That seemed to be his standard operating mode. It made her feel desirable in a way she hadn't really thought of before.
"I didn't know you liked my hair on you. That's something I can do, too. There's not a lot I don't think I'd say no to, Diego. Not with you." The trust was there. Inherit, unbreakable trust. And love. That's what cemented it. "You keep biting your lip like that and you're going to wind up out of this pretty suit."
"You've already fulfilled a few fantasies that I didn't even know I had," he told her through a grin that widened as hers turned wicked. "I'll have to get creative." His arms remained possessively around Jessica with no apology for the hard bulge at his groin. The thinner material of the suit made his excitement a lot more noticeable.
They had talked and had dinner, of course he was going to bite his lip again. "As long as you don't rip it," he quipped through a hungry smirk. "What about you? What fantasies do you have?"
His reply made her laugh, and she moved her hands up to start working open his tie, tugging the knot down until she could lift the loop over his head. She tossed that to where the couch was, then started working on his shirt buttons. "You've already fulfilled the main one, which was 'have a decent orgasm'. I've had more than one. More than I can count."
She leaned in and kissed him, something soft and gentle, belying the hunger in her eyes. "Other than that, mm... I kind of like the idea of tying you up. I've also been thinking that we're going to have to get some mirrors in this new place so that I can watch you fucking me from behind."
She worked on the buttons at the front of his shirt while he made quick work of the ones on his sleeves after shrugging off the suit jacket and sending it where she'd thrown his tie. His smile was wide when she told him of the fantasy he fulfilled. "I aim to please."
It was a stupid play on words that could fit a number of meanings but all Diego cared about in the moment was making his soon to be wife happy. "If there's a gym, it'll have mirrors but I like the idea of some in the bedroom and bathroom too. I want to see you from every angle humanly possible." They seemed to be on the same page.
He stilled for Jessica to decide what clothing would come off next. "Is there anything you're dead against?" A part of him could answer that neither would ever invite anyone to join in. It was all that came to mind.
"You want me to fuck you in your man cave gym, don't you?" She grinned as she slid his shirt off, throwing it to join the slowly growing pile of clothes. "Screw me against your punching bag or on your sweaty man floor." A laugh, and then her hands went up to her shirt, pulling it up off over her head, then moving to where his belt was.
The question had her thinking, and if he'd brought up the other people part, she'dve agreed. Even without him as part of the equation, she wasn't keen on the idea of multiple partners at the same time. With him? She was like a hissing cat at the thought of anyone else touching him in an intimate manner. Male or female. Equally pissed off at all genders if they tried to trespass on her property. "There'd be things I'd say no to with someone else, but I can't think of a no with you."
"You can ride me while I bench press," he offered on the same note through a matching laugh. Diego was on board with everything Jessica mentioned. His mind was stuck on viewing their union from different angles thanks to the mirrors they'd get but he also enjoyed that she called it his man cave.
His hands went to work on getting her out of her bra as she got him out of his belt. The suit material left little to the imagination of how bad he wanted her yet Diego continued the conversation, more than happy to take their time. "Anal?" he questioned curiously.
The women before had varied to where his last was not a fan and would find it a turn off to even accidentally touch her there. Diego himself wasn't a fan but liked touching Jessica everywhere. Yet his one word question had to do with what she said; the things she said no to with others.
"Sure, and test out how quickly I'd have to hop off your cock to pull the weight off your chest because you got distracted." Not that she'd have a problem with that, but the idea of putting him in a compromising position that might actually hurt him had her giving him a look.
That look turned to pure heat when she saw the tenting against the front of his pants, knowing that was for her and her alone. She took her time with pulling the belt out, the back of her hand brushing up against that straining length.
"That would be a thing I'd say no to with others, but not with you." She'd tried it once, with one of the few people she'd almost fallen for, and it hadn't really done much for her. There was, however, a vast world of difference in what others did that got her hot and what he did. Breathing got her hot. She imagined that anal wouldn't be the absolute worst with him, but she saw the look on his face and tipped her head. "I don't have that button the boys do to make it a pleasurable experience in the way it would be for you. But if you wanted to try, I'd say yes." Whether that was to him doing it to her or her doing it to him, well... he'd have to ask and find out.
He feigned offense at her response. "I can handle my weight, thank you very much." No real feelings were hurt as Jessica was right about him getting distracted. Diego still liked the idea of a bench for sex whether she knelt on it, rode him on it or blew him on it.
"Low on the list of things to try. Unlike a 69 or waking up to you riding me. Or..." If the heated look in his eyes wasn't enough, the raspy drop in octave should've told her how turned on he was with the whole conversation. "...to you touching yourself."
It wasn't as if there was much of an opportunity to masturbate as they were in something of a honeymoon stage. Diego had no inclination to touch himself when he had Jessica to touch.
His feigned offense was adorable, and she leaned in and gave him the barest brush of her lips over his. His suggestion, and that incredibly arousing dip in his voice had her thighs clenching, and she felt the flush across her cheeks as they warmed. "Yeah? I think we'd have to arrange for that over video chat, because I definitely want to see you doing that too." She'd already had dreams of it. Him walking in and stroking himself, or lying on the bed next to her. Or in the shower. Subtly touching himself under the table while they were out to eat. All of it was something she'd had thoughts of, but she also knew that they were currently incapable of not touching each other when they were near. The only way it would happen until the worst of this blew over was over the phone. And even then, she'd want him immediately after.
She seemed to have a preference that made him curious. Past girlfriends seemed either disgusted or annoyed when they caught him in the act. He had resorted to finding his own release because they weren't on the same page sexually, the way he was with Jessica. She was everything that every ex wasn't.
"I don't know about video chat. I could always cuff you if you don't think you can keep your hands to yourself," he quipped huskily.
His dislike of technology that was foreign to him had more to do with his response than anything else. Jessica could always change his mind.
"Diego, baby, if I want to touch you, cuffs aren't going to stop me." She'd easily broken them before and it pissed off every cop who got a broken set back from her. Whoops. "It's not just my hands you'd have to worry about, either. You know I like oral." Both giving and receiving. She hadn't gone a day yet without the taste of him in her mouth, and she had no plans on changing that any time soon.
"Might have to invest in some massage or baby oil. Just so I can see you all naked and shiny. Ever tried warming lotion?" All part of the sensation play aspect. "I might cuff you up and make you watch me do dirty things to you. Or myself." She'd have to be blind to not notice how he watched her. How he often adjusted his pants when she did things like stretch and show a flash of skin, or eat something with a lot of licking and sucking involved. Horn dog.
"Never thought it'd stop you. Just more of a speed bump. There isn't a time ever that I wouldn't want you to touch me," he replied through his aroused pitch of voice. It really would be a waste of handcuffs. Maybe he'd have to find material she couldn't easily break. The idea turned him on more.
Yet he was a huge fan of her mouth on him. He'd need to find a balance, enjoying her as much as she seemed to enjoy him. His eyes were heavily lidded with desire while he sported a big smile. "Warming lotion? Like Ben Gay?" If she wanted to smell like old people, he'd try it.
Especially with how she talked about cuffing him and getting him to watch her touch herself. Maybe he couldn't break them like she could but Jessica wasn't the only one with a skill for getting out of them. There wasn't a lot more he could take of the conversation with so many clothes still on.
She laughed because he always made her laugh, those questions and miscommunications between their worlds catching her by surprise. "No, not old people lotion. You get them at sex stores. It's like massage oil, but it has stuff in it that makes it so it warms when you rub it, or blow on it. A lot of it's edible, since it's sex related."
Her hand slipped over the front of his pants, the belt gone now and just his fly and button in the way. But she was enjoying tormenting him just a little. Just enough of a tease to put that heat in his eyes that made him lose a little control. "Cuffs. Whips. Paddles. Fur lined stuff. And all the sexy lingerie a guy or girl could ever want to look at or wear. Cock rings and sleeves. Vibrating eggs. Diego, I could turn you into an incoherent babble pile of mush."
There was a look of relief at the warming lotion not being Ben Gay. His memories of the ointment were always post training but he didn't mind the idea of making new ones with Jessica. It seemed a lot of that had been happening with her. Brown eyes drifted off in thought as she described the warming lotion in more detail.
"Mmm," he hummed in a low pitch and looked back to Jessica with an almost feral gaze. She managed to make whips and paddles sound sexy. Diego wanted to try everything, especially as her hand ran over the bulge at his crotch. He might later ask about some of the things she rattled off but his attention was on the present. "You turn me incoherent on a daily basis."
A husky chuckle left him as his hands worked around Jessica to get her clothes off, not wanting to be in the way of her doing the same to him.
They'd been dancing around getting naked since the heaviest part of the conversation was over. His anxiety had been laid to rest and they'd come to an arrangement. Now? Now it was just time for her to do more than get his shirt off. She wanted the pants off. She wanted her work of art on display- but only for her to be able to see it. Or, at least, this much of it.
Her hand slipped down the front of his pants when she got them undone, down into his underwear so she could touch him. "I do, don't I? I hope you know you return the favor."
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Jessica was smiling which made him smile. "You want me to wear lace?" He didn't have the slightest clue what peekaboo lace was. "I'd think you'd see me better without clothing." Diego was rather attached to his black even though he did wear a gray suit and there was even a blue one in his bag.
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"Oh, god yes. I'm dragging you to a sex store. They have lingerie for both genders, and I'll pick out something you like if you do the same." She drew her tongue over his lower lip, then sucked on it and gave it a light nip. "I like you in black, too. We can get black lace for you, too. But red would look good. So would blue. Green. You're sexy in all shades, Diego. Maybe I'll let you talk me into something with a garter."
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It was enough of a reward that he'd get to pick something for her too. He wondered if this was something new for Jessica or just missing from the memories he'd seen of hers. All thoughts of Murdock seemed to be long gone. She seemed ready to change into something right then and there. Diego was surprised that she hadn't attempted to remove. his tie.
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Diego made her want to try new things. Playful things. She was guessing that was the whole difference between being in love. Back and forth. Together. Her hand moved up into his hair and she turned to kiss him. "Lace means peekaboo parts. Trish always used to talk about sensation play with some of her flings, but I never really liked hearing about them because they were all assholes."
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His exes did have him try new things. Jessica had one to thank for his nipple piercing which was the only good thing to come out of that relationship. The next one wasn't a fan of the body jewelry or his scars so he his clothes stayed on for most of the intimacy in that train wreck.
Eudora was his last before meeting his soulmate. She didn't have an issue with him naked and enjoyed using handcuffs. Or maybe he had. Needless to say, he was more than eager to explore new things with the woman he planned to grow old with.
"Sensation play?" The expression on his face matched the confusion in his voice. He had no idea what that was.
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Now that that image was in her head, she found herself biting her lip, leaning into him a little more firmly. "Silk brushing over all your sensitive spots. Dragging fur up the inside of your thighs..."
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"Silk makes me think of your tongue." Diego bit his bottom lip for a moment before continuing. "Feathers, when your hair runs across me." He wasn't opposed to what she talked about but a little partial to Jessica above all else. "You know I'm gonna be hard the whole time. I'm hard right now just talking about it."
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"I didn't know you liked my hair on you. That's something I can do, too. There's not a lot I don't think I'd say no to, Diego. Not with you." The trust was there. Inherit, unbreakable trust. And love. That's what cemented it. "You keep biting your lip like that and you're going to wind up out of this pretty suit."
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They had talked and had dinner, of course he was going to bite his lip again. "As long as you don't rip it," he quipped through a hungry smirk. "What about you? What fantasies do you have?"
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She leaned in and kissed him, something soft and gentle, belying the hunger in her eyes. "Other than that, mm... I kind of like the idea of tying you up. I've also been thinking that we're going to have to get some mirrors in this new place so that I can watch you fucking me from behind."
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It was a stupid play on words that could fit a number of meanings but all Diego cared about in the moment was making his soon to be wife happy. "If there's a gym, it'll have mirrors but I like the idea of some in the bedroom and bathroom too. I want to see you from every angle humanly possible." They seemed to be on the same page.
He stilled for Jessica to decide what clothing would come off next. "Is there anything you're dead against?" A part of him could answer that neither would ever invite anyone to join in. It was all that came to mind.
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The question had her thinking, and if he'd brought up the other people part, she'dve agreed. Even without him as part of the equation, she wasn't keen on the idea of multiple partners at the same time. With him? She was like a hissing cat at the thought of anyone else touching him in an intimate manner. Male or female. Equally pissed off at all genders if they tried to trespass on her property. "There'd be things I'd say no to with someone else, but I can't think of a no with you."
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His hands went to work on getting her out of her bra as she got him out of his belt. The suit material left little to the imagination of how bad he wanted her yet Diego continued the conversation, more than happy to take their time. "Anal?" he questioned curiously.
The women before had varied to where his last was not a fan and would find it a turn off to even accidentally touch her there. Diego himself wasn't a fan but liked touching Jessica everywhere. Yet his one word question had to do with what she said; the things she said no to with others.
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That look turned to pure heat when she saw the tenting against the front of his pants, knowing that was for her and her alone. She took her time with pulling the belt out, the back of her hand brushing up against that straining length.
"That would be a thing I'd say no to with others, but not with you." She'd tried it once, with one of the few people she'd almost fallen for, and it hadn't really done much for her. There was, however, a vast world of difference in what others did that got her hot and what he did. Breathing got her hot. She imagined that anal wouldn't be the absolute worst with him, but she saw the look on his face and tipped her head. "I don't have that button the boys do to make it a pleasurable experience in the way it would be for you. But if you wanted to try, I'd say yes." Whether that was to him doing it to her or her doing it to him, well... he'd have to ask and find out.
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"Low on the list of things to try. Unlike a 69 or waking up to you riding me. Or..." If the heated look in his eyes wasn't enough, the raspy drop in octave should've told her how turned on he was with the whole conversation. "...to you touching yourself."
It wasn't as if there was much of an opportunity to masturbate as they were in something of a honeymoon stage. Diego had no inclination to touch himself when he had Jessica to touch.
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"I don't know about video chat. I could always cuff you if you don't think you can keep your hands to yourself," he quipped huskily.
His dislike of technology that was foreign to him had more to do with his response than anything else. Jessica could always change his mind.
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"Might have to invest in some massage or baby oil. Just so I can see you all naked and shiny. Ever tried warming lotion?" All part of the sensation play aspect. "I might cuff you up and make you watch me do dirty things to you. Or myself." She'd have to be blind to not notice how he watched her. How he often adjusted his pants when she did things like stretch and show a flash of skin, or eat something with a lot of licking and sucking involved. Horn dog.
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Yet he was a huge fan of her mouth on him. He'd need to find a balance, enjoying her as much as she seemed to enjoy him. His eyes were heavily lidded with desire while he sported a big smile. "Warming lotion? Like Ben Gay?" If she wanted to smell like old people, he'd try it.
Especially with how she talked about cuffing him and getting him to watch her touch herself. Maybe he couldn't break them like she could but Jessica wasn't the only one with a skill for getting out of them. There wasn't a lot more he could take of the conversation with so many clothes still on.
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Her hand slipped over the front of his pants, the belt gone now and just his fly and button in the way. But she was enjoying tormenting him just a little. Just enough of a tease to put that heat in his eyes that made him lose a little control. "Cuffs. Whips. Paddles. Fur lined stuff. And all the sexy lingerie a guy or girl could ever want to look at or wear. Cock rings and sleeves. Vibrating eggs. Diego, I could turn you into an incoherent babble pile of mush."
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"Mmm," he hummed in a low pitch and looked back to Jessica with an almost feral gaze. She managed to make whips and paddles sound sexy. Diego wanted to try everything, especially as her hand ran over the bulge at his crotch. He might later ask about some of the things she rattled off but his attention was on the present. "You turn me incoherent on a daily basis."
A husky chuckle left him as his hands worked around Jessica to get her clothes off, not wanting to be in the way of her doing the same to him.
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Her hand slipped down the front of his pants when she got them undone, down into his underwear so she could touch him. "I do, don't I? I hope you know you return the favor."