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His arm was tight around her, and she didn't move to draw away. She rested there, waiting to wake him further if needed, but he seemed to have shifted that dreamscape himself.

Diego was... home. She'd woken up to the hushed whispers of Dorothy Walker and Trish, the beeping of hospital machines and the quiet murmur of the room her new reality, and she hadn't had time to mourn. She'd lost her whole world and she'd been shoved into a PR nightmare. Trish had given her something to focus on. Someone to help when she'd discovered what else she'd woken up with.

He didn't need her help. He could do just fine on his own, even if he had a questionable diet. But he'd slid into her world and burrowed in and made himself fit. She couldn't imagine not waking up to the scent of him close to her, to that look of utter adoration she got from him every time he looked at her. He loved her. There wasn't room for any doubt in her mind over that. He'd never asked for anything until he'd brought up the new place, and it felt like such a small thing to ask for. Something for them. Their place. She should have thought of it herself.

She'd have to do better. When he started to stir again, she hummed to him and patted his chest. "You can sleep longer, babe. There's no rush today."

"Mmm. Furniture," he muttered hoarsely without opening his eyes yet.

They were kindred spirits; both experiencing loss without being allowed to properly mourn. Maybe it was what brought them together. Diego had been thrown into her world almost as alone as Jessica had been in that period of time. The moment he touched her, the emptiness he felt all his life was gone.

It was dangerous to put all his faith in one person. Before meeting Jessica, he would never have supported the notion unless it was about himself. Diego talked about being a lone wolf but he didn't even put that much faith in himself. Yet he had all of his in his soulmate.

Who might just get mad at him worrying about their place again.

"Have to get back. Furniture's coming in. Gotta finish the kitchen too."

"No," she said, a firmness in her tone as she lifted her head to look down at him. She poked at his nose, content to lay there naked in bed until her stomach, or his, said otherwise. "Today is break day. It's my job to make sure that after you hit a wall and almost murder yourself with construction tools, that you have to take a whole day of rest. That may include me tying you down to the bed so you can't get out of it at all. I'll do it, Diego."

She doubted he'd kill himself working himself to the bone, but he'd hurt himself. He'd unnecessarily put himself in a precarious position, and they didn't need that. She rubbed at his scruff, looking at how much longer it had gotten. "Maybe I'll shave you today. But today is 'Diego takes a break' day." If he managed to look at her, he'd see that she might be smiling, but between the steel in the back of her eyes and the thrumming down the link that she meant it.

'No...' He was relatively sure that she had told him no before and he had been compliant. This time, he was immediately resistant. Not that Diego did more than open his eyes as she blocked the sun from blinding him. They were still heavily lidded from how tired he was. He scrunched his nose a little, lifting a hand and using the back to rub over his eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow. Someone's gotta accept the furniture delivery." 'Someone' could be on the crew or even Danny who was supposed to meet another delivery for the training area. Jessica was right; his facial hair was more of a light beard than the scruff he normally kept. As she looked firmly in his eyes, Diego found himself looking at her with none of the same conviction.

Getting their place ready to move in was important and he didn't see the extent that he'd been working to get it for them to live in. He was one of those male birds trying desperately to impress his mate but already won her over.

"Imagine my surprise when you went out and got a whole crew of actual human beings, all with opposable thumbs and the ability to sign their names and do cognitive thinking, like how to accept a furniture delivery from the guy paying their bills." The look she gave him was wry, but there was a smile hidden there as she let her nails scritch lightly through the growth on his face

He didn't look so bad with the beginnings of a beard. Diego managed to look appealing to her, no matter what. Normally, to her, men either could pull off facial hair and looked better with it, or couldn't, and looked better clean shaven. He looked good either way, and she had to cram down the instant urge to do something like see what it would feel like between her thighs.

Nope. This was about taking care of him and keeping him in bed. There was always a guaranteed way to do that, in her opinion, and with that smile growing a bit, her fingers started to travel down along his body, over that firm chest, his stomach, down to the curls at the base of his groin. "You're relaxing today. Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. You wanna be hard, Diego?"

"Yes?" He honestly wasn't sure what he was answering at that point. Her hands on him often had that effect. Jessica likely knew he was saying yes about being hard because waking up with her already had his dick firm, it only took her touch roaming over his body to completely raise his flagpole.

She was right about the crew but he didn't think about the factory anymore. His eyes transitioned from barely opening to a dark, wanting gaze. He lifted his hand to slip into the back of her neck and tug Jessica in for a kiss. Diego started hesitantly, not wanting to turn her off with morning breath.

Sweet. Of course he was sweet, but she also felt that hovering expectation of rejection over something she considered ridiculous. She squelched that notion by dipping her tongue into his mouth while she wrapped her fingers around the length of him that always seemed to be eager for her touch.

She couldn't help the sizzle of pride that went through her, that pleasure echoing through their link to him at the fact that he wanted her. Seemingly always. There had always been limitations on her past relationships, or expectations and demands of what she had to be to draw their attention. She never had to worry about that with him. She never had to wonder if she was good enough, if he liked her. It shone in his eyes every time she looked at him.

God, she loved him.

A familiar noise spilled into the kiss much like how her tongue slipped against his. The combination of tasting Jessica and how she stroked him was the cause for the noise of pleasure. Until finding his soulmate, he was convinced he wasn’t good enough for a woman to really want him. There was no doubt that she did yet he still couldn’t believe it sometimes.

His free hand thumbed over her nipple in reach while the other kept a gentle grip at the back of her neck as they kissed. Diego had an idea of where she might go but waited for confirmation. She was in charge at the moment. He surrendered complete, enjoying her stroke of his cock.

If his guess was that she was going to break the kiss to start nibbling, licking, and sucking her way down his body towards where her hand was, then he'd be correct. She was a paid to be observant person, after all. She'd deduced that a certain man she adored turned into liquid putty whenever she got her mouth on him. Well, putty or a feral handsy fuck machine. He was still in that wakening stage, so she figured she'd get putty first.

"You're going to stay here today. All day. With me. Say it, Diego." She nipped at his hip, biting her teeth in to mark him there, then kissing and nuzzling her way towards the root of his cock. She kissed there, then started licking her way up along his length, pausing part way up. "Go on. Say it."

“I am staying here —“ He hissed a breath through his teeth as he felt hers on his hip, enjoying the slight bite. “—With you. All day.” Never in a million years would he consider it punishment. As she hit his favorite spots, Diego brought his chin to his chest to try and watch Jessica work. He was torn between enjoying the sensations and the sight of her at work.

“Especially if you put it in your mouth,” he quipped huskily while his arms moved above his head to pull the pillows under him for leverage in watching Jessica. “That feels so good, Mami.” His muscles flexed with anticipation.

She let the flat of her tongue drag up the whole length of him, the tip of it running around the head of him before she gave his cock a kiss. "If you play nice the first time, maybe I'll let you make a few... requests the second and third time. I might not even tie you up."

If there was ever anyone that made her feel he appreciated everything she did, it was him. There had never been any holding back with him, and he never tried to keep anything to himself because it might make him look whipped or less manly. Diego loved, and he loved hard, and it was the perfect way to love her that had her wanting to give it all back to him. She loved sharp, just like one of his knives, one with a double edge so that as deep as she got into him, it cut her just as much. She wanted to love him. To consume him.

With a quirk of her brow, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking slowly, almost gently as she played her tongue over him while she sucked him down.

She knew everything he liked, better than Diego thought he'd known of himself. A part of him wondered if it was their connection. He marveled at how good she made him constantly feel. Jessica was right; he didn't care how sprung he might look to anyone.

No one mattered but her. It was just how she made him feel, that no one mattered to her but him. She thought he loved hard but no one loved him like Jessica. More than sex, it was her concern and desire to spend time with him whether they had sex or were asleep together.

"You can do whatever you want to me," he uttered through a husky voice when she mentioned not even tying him up. His muscular body flexed as she gave the head of his cock exquisite attention. Diego collected her hair to keep it out of her face or from going into her mouth and interfere with his blow job.

He struggled to keep his composure between the sight of Jessica and how she made him feel. She undoubtedly tasted how his excitement oozed from the head of his cock, his hard body growing increasingly tense as she devoured him. It was a fight to hold out his climax which was also part of the fun.

She teased him, because she could feel that pleasure skimming down their link. His hand in her hair was something she liked from him alone. He watched her like if he blinked, she might disappear and take all the fun with her. It would make her laugh if her mouth wasn't occupied.

Her tongue circled around him, slowly, almost gently, her lips covering him and sucking at him until she took him fully into her mouth. She kept the pace sporadic, not letting him get a rhythm to get off to. Not yet. The edging was part of it, but she also just liked having the thick, hard length of him in her mouth. Diego made oral something to enjoy, and she tasted the salty residue of his enjoyment, humming around his cock as her hand came up to pin his hips down, not letting him move while she toyed with him.

Hers. He was all hers and some part of her was still in disbelief. She had someone. Someone who knew her, saw her, and still loved her. Because there was clearly no denying that feeling. It was in everything he did. All she could do was her best in returning it to him.

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.

She didn't answer right away. Didn't have to. Maybe the fact that she kept him in her mouth, sucked every last smudge of his pleasure off him, wetted him and sucked at him until she couldn't remember not having him in her mouth would clarify that there was nothing to be sorry about.

But just in case it wasn't clear, she lifted up off him with a purr, looking up at him through the few tendrils of black hair that had fallen across her eyes, nothing but appreciation and desire in them. "Never be sorry for that. Assume it's what I want at all times. Taste it. Lick it. See it. Wear it. I always want you, Diego. Every last drop."

She turned her head to kiss at the warm, soft skin of his inner thigh. "Besides, that was kind of the whole point of what I was doing."

A husky chuckled rumbled in his chest at what she said. Diego rubbed unconsciously at his face for a second before lifting his head to peer down at her. As big as a climax as he'd just had, hearing what Jessica answered with stopped the process of his dick going completely limp.

"That's hands down the sexiest thing I've ever heard." A slight hiss left him as she kissed his inner thigh. "Now it just sounds lazy if I say the same thing about you but given that you blew my mind after blowing me, I'll put together something on that level about you when I have you spent."

As much as he'd been focused to get their future home completed, Diego didn't have one thought in his mind other than Jessica. It didn't even come to mind when a cell phone started to sound. He looked in the direction with a scowl at the audacity of the device.

She gave the spot she'd kissed a gentle nip, then started to crawl up towards him. "I'm not going to tell you not to answer that," she said, but she was certainly going to give him a very good reason not to. Little kisses and nips and drags of her tongue up along his body until she got to that silver ring that drew her attention. Then she paused. "Do you want to?"

His eyes immediately returned to Jessica, deaf to the offending noise.

"Want to fuck until you can't form sentences anymore? Yes," he answered in a growl and pulled her up to crash his lips against hers. It didn't matter if she still tasted like him. Diego never found that to be a turn off. A turn off should be her tasting like someone else.

She had the strength over him but he could also easily handle her weight, moving Jessica to slide up his from until his dick that was still damp from her handiwork was nestled between her folds like a hotdog in a bun. His hips rocked while his tongue moved against hers.

It made her laugh, which was muffled against his kiss as he reacted in an almost feral fashion to get her up to kiss her. There was no point in fighting it, because being close to him was what she craved.

He'd filled some part of her that she'd thought was broken beyond belief; he'd come in and took those pieces and made something that suited him, that fit him perfectly. She'd do things for him that she knew she wouldn't do for anyone else. There were no rules, no moral code when it came to him, so she was infinitely grateful that he'd come with his own. That he wasn't someone that would try to twist her into something she didn't want to be. He was earnest. Good. He wanted justice in a way that made her want to pat him on the head. And he never thought he was good enough, and that made her furious, but she did her best to keep that from him, because it wasn't him she was mad at. It was the people in his world who'd let that stupid idea worm into him.

She felt his tongue slip into her mouth, his cock nestling against her labia, and he shouldn't be all that surprised that there was a slickness there. Pleasing him pleased her. That, and the sky was blue, so of course she was turned on around him. "You really think you can fuck all the words out of my head? Because I'd like to see you try."

"Challenge accepted," he growled his response before the last rock of his hips gave him the perfect angle to slip inside her walls. One moan of pleasure had rumbled when Diego felt the slickness between her legs and another groan of approval at the feeling of her sex taking him in.

Once completely buried, he quickly moved to change positions--sliding Jessica under him without ever pulling out. Diego moved his hands out on the mattress to hold himself up. Much like the large cat that Jessica often compared him to, he moved with a grind and a firm thrust. His chin touched his chest to sneak a peek at how their bodies joined before meeting her green eyes with a lustful gaze.

She laughed at the growl, but that turned into a moan of pure delight as he filled her. Stretched her. Made that slickness go to work as he pressed into her and had a shudder going through her at how good it felt. Home. He was home inside her, and she was content.

Well, more than content, especially when he did that big jungle cat imitation and started grinding in with his back arched, glancing down between them, then back up at her with that heat that had her clutching around him. She was making a mental list of all the things he liked. Watching, that little bit of voyeurism was definitely in there. She slid her hands up to her breasts and gave them a squeeze, let him see her touching herself before she dragged her nails down his chest, careful not to catch on his ring. "This the part where I sing the alphabet?" She bit her lip, thighs wrapping around his hips, letting her lift up to grind back against him.

His responses were primal in sound and movement, moving fluidly yet with force. He loved the feeling of her body against his. It was rare that they had a quick tryst. They seemed to enjoy exploring one another too much. Diego knew that intimacy wasn't just about obtaining a release, he relished bringing Jessica pleasure. He had his own arousal in turning her on as she had about him.

The round they were having wasn't a tender moment but venturing to a round of rough sex as he slammed harder into Jessica as she raked her nails over his chest. His forearms kept him up as his hands held onto her shoulders while pounding steadily into her body as she quipped about singing her ABCs. "This... is the part... you try," he quipped while slamming into her.

If he'd been gentler, she might have done it, but Diego knew how to push her buttons. Or, he was learning how to very quickly. When it came to pleasing her, he'd become an expert, and the way he was punishing her mouthy behavior with all that sweet pounding was exactly what she wanted.

Her hand moved around to his side, holding on there as she lifted up and met him again, head falling back a bit before she made sure she could see those dark eyes watching her. The intensity in his gaze always felt like the edge of danger, and she could see the potential for it simmering there- but she also knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would never be directed at her. For her, definitely. But never at her. "A, B, fuck me." It was panted out, and she followed it by lifting her head to crash her lips into his. She loved the way he tasted.

The kiss was like hitting the nitrous oxide boost in a street racing car. Her words just before also aided in a frenzied response, pounding into Jessica without losing the taste of her tongue. Diego was well versed at multitasking in nearly everything that he did and sex was no different.

He relished getting Jessica to the point of her getting vulgar or incoherent, something she also seemed to enjoy doing with him. It was a miracle the bed remained in one piece as the vigorous session easily moved the furniture off where it was kept in the room.

He always seemed to have more, more to give, more to do, and that extra push, the way he kissed her back had his name being ripped from her lips, only to be lost against his as she lifted up hard enough to have them both hovering a little above the mattress before they crashed back down.

She came, almost violently, but perfectly in that moment with him deep inside her. Fuck, she loved him. She loved everything about him.

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