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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.

The climax washed over him like a tidal wave, although Diego wondered if he simply felt hers in addition to his. He crashed onto Jessica and panted to catch his breath. Diego kept his hips tight against hers, not wanting to slip from inside her walls.

He shivered as the high subsided while immediately nestling on the bed in a way where not all of his weight crushed Jessica. "Fuck," he mumbled in a blissed stated before a low chuckle rumbled. "I love you."

"I know," she kept her thigh over his side, even when he slipped a bit to the side of her so that they could stay joined. She liked that part, that nestling inside her part. As if they were both entirely safe in that position.

She rested a sweaty face on his chest, kissing it, then tipped her head up towards him. "I love you enough to keep you in bed all day so you don't wear yourself out and get hurt. To let you pound me like that all goddamn night until you pass out from sheer exhaustion. You might be in bed all day, but you're not getting any rest, Diego."

And maybe that was a little bit of smothered jealousy at not getting enough attention sidling in to peek out of green eyes.

Her response also tickled him, along with the strands of her hair that swept over his skin. Diego didn't jump or physically indicate anything to do with the sensation. He just enjoyed it as he did everything else in the moment. A protective and possessive arm wrapped around Jessica.

"I might not be getting rest but I'm sure as hell recharging my battery." His neck stretched to meet her lips for a peck then threw his head back on a pillow. "And yours. All work and no play makes Jessica an angry New Yorker," he teased gently through his raspy, tired voice.

"Exactly," she quipped back. Lying there with him, all tangled up and warm and sated, she felt like maybe life wasn't so damn bad after all.

"Why don't you get a little more sleep? You ran yourself ragged the last few days. Nap, then maybe we'll eat and watch a movie?"

"Only if you stay sleeping with me," he answered hoarsely. Diego was fooling no one as his eyes stayed closed while he spoke. She was right that he needed sleep and would not need to worry about fighting him on it. Sex finished putting him out where he wouldn't hear anything she might have opted to respond with.

She'd run herself to the end more than once before, but funnily enough, hadn't had to do so since he'd crash-landed in her life. Now, she was watching it from the other side and realizing how much stress just that alone could put someone through. It made her glad she hadn't had anyone as close to her as he'd become. There'd been distance with her and Trish, along with Malcolm. There wasn't a speck of light between her and Diego, other than the last couple weeks when he'd been in this frenzy to get their new place up and running.

Stupid of her to let him get to this point. She lay beside him, just watching him sleep and seeing how all the stress melted away and he looked younger than usual. Softer. That innocence she knew was still in there was evident when sleep was thickly layered on him. But she stayed close, because either through their bond or just the trauma of his upbringing, he had a hair trigger on knowing pretty much anything about the way she moved. Especially after that brush with her injury.

So while he slept, she lay there and memorized his features, playing with his hair, sometimes just curling up and resting against him because some part of her was still in disbelief that this was real. That he was hers.

There were so many aspects of his life that felt like a dream compared to life in the universe he'd been born in. Jessica once said that maybe he had always belonged in her world. It was something that Diego thought about from time to time and a spark in him to make up for the 'lost time', finishing the place they'd call home together.

He repeatedly dreamt about their future, something he never dared to give any thought before. Nightmares were seldom. The bad dreams that haunted him from time to time were the loss of his mom, finding Jessica hurt, and some of the flashes of her memories. It was the latter that gave him the biggest drive to get their home completed. If she wouldn't leave the dangerous city then he'd make sure she was well protected.

However, her memories sometimes prompted great dreams. He'd seen her go through terrible situations and how she hardly smiled. Diego found genuine joy at seeing Jessica happy, feeling her delight through their connection. There were times he would wake up and find her softly smiling in her sleep. Exhaustion had him sound asleep, not having any clue that she remained nestled close.

Not the sounds of the city outside of her window, or the neighbors in the hall, or even the vibration of their cell phones on silent managed to wake him. It wasn't until no longer feeling Jessica close that pulled him out of sleep. Diego stirred, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand then attempting to look for her. "Shit. What time is it?" he groggily called out.

She'd snuck off to have a shower, then make some coffee, feeling the urge to have something warm to stave off the chill that had the windows looking steamy from just their presence inside. Wearing just her underwear, she sauntered over to the bedroom, hip cocked and resting against the frame as she took a sip from her mug before answering. "Four. You needed sleep, Diego. Now? How about some food? I can order something, since there's no way I'm letting you leave here until at least tomorrow. We can watch something or... do a little more physical labor. Up to you."

Another sip, mostly to hide the smile on her face at how adorable he looked when he was all groggy from sleep and naked. She loved him naked. It was a hardship to stand here and just look and not be over there touching.

"Babe." He uttered the pet name in a husky voice like an objection. It wasn't much of one as Diego immediately zeroed in on Jessica only in her underwear. His body would betray his attempt at defying her as the sheets did little to hide the effect her nakedness had on him. Still making an effort to stay on task with renovations, his hands folded over the bulge at his crotch.

"Furniture and cabinets were coming today. I don't know if anyone signed for any of it. I'm all rested now. I ate something before bed, right?"

All the protest and he'd yet to move off the bed. However, he did keep his hands over the sheet almost as if to will down his erection. The glance his eyes kept doing to her mouth and the rest of her body wasn't helping his cause.

"Babe," she shot back, emphasizing it as she slowly sauntered over, hips swaying intentionally because she knew he was looking, then stopping at the foot of the bed, "I can pick up a car and beat someone with it. You can throw sharp pointy things at people from outside a building and hit them. They are very aware of what we can do and will sign for whatever comes in because they've heard you talking about what you want and where you want it for weeks now. Besides, they like you. You joke around with them, you're one of the guys, and you're not coming in just to point out what you want and putting zero effort in. We're paying them to help, and you're in there with your sleeves rolled up."

She let her eyes drag over him, showing him that she was enjoying every second of it before she sat on the edge, holding her cup out for him to take a sip. "You're the boss, boss. The fact you're in the shit with them most of the time makes them respect you as well as like you. No one's going to give you shit for taking off one measly day. They'll sign for the stuff and make sure it's put away from anything they're currently working on. They do do contracts all by themselves. That's how it usually works."

She glanced down at his crotch, then back up at him, because no, he wasn't hiding anything from anyone. "Someone want to say hi?"

Jessica made all valid points. Maybe if she wasn't his soulmate, Diego still might have attempted an argument. He'd been obtuse before arriving in this world. In all honesty, everything had changed for him once learning how terribly his sister Vanya had been manipulated and abused by their father without any of the siblings ever realizing it. Ignorance didn't absolve how they treated her as kids, mirroring their father's take on Vanya being ordinary.

A new world allowed for a lot of introspection. He didn't think about his sister at the moment but did submit to what Jessica said. It was also hella sexy to hear her call him Boss. His hands lifted, reaching from his position for her to take his hands. "You took a shower and look sexy as hell. He's always happy to see you. Food can wait."

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