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.
"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."
"It can, can it?" She moved over to the bedside table to set her drink down, then turned towards him to take those outstretched hands. She used that grip to lever herself down onto the bed, leaning into him and going instantly for a kiss. She crawled so she was in his lap, straddling him with the sheet between them while she got herself settled.
She'd seen that look on his face of him maybe thinking of arguing with her, glad that he'd given in and let her win this non-argument. His reward was her grinding slowly in his lap as she kissed him. "What if I want you to eat?"
"Then slide your ass this way so I can eat you," he growled huskily in response after the kiss. His hips had rocked, aiding in the friction her grinding had created. Not only was Diego hungry for a taste of Jessica but thoroughly enjoyed her mouth on his member which might be likely if she positioned as he suggested.
There was a challenge in his heavily lidded gaze. Brown eyes darkened with want as if they hadn't just had a round before he fell asleep. His hunger for Jessica was never satiated. "Quieres que te coma?" Diego asked in the same low octave if she wanted him to eat her.
"I want that dirty mouth on every part of me." She answered in an affirmative, arms over his shoulders, feeling the need for him already starting to build. Diego, and her response to Diego, had ruined half her goddamn underwear collection. She was going to have to invest in an actual drawer full of them if she wanted to have even one decent pair.
She sucked at his lip, feeling the press of him against her body through that sheet and the thin layer of cotton. "I want you to be a messy eater."
He'd gladly run his tongue and lips on Jessica from head to toe. There wasn't any part of her that Diego would shy away from, something he never had been committed to before her. They needed to have a serious talk about pregnancy with the rate they were going at each other sexually. At least, they found ways to get off that wasn't always inside her walls. Some might say that she indulged him too much.
"Yeah? Then maybe you should lie on your back and let me taste my way down to your clit," he asked with the growl permanent in his voice. His hips had yet to stop rocking and rubbing his length where he wanted to put his mouth on her.
"It's an easy thing to say, but it's so hard," she said, a hand sliding down between them to touch him through the sheet, "to move when you feel so damn good."
She was on birth control. That was effective enough, right? Right. The frequency hadn't really factored into her brain, considering the efficacy of any pregnancy prevention was never 100% unless that method was abstinence- and that was clearly a hell no from both of them.
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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."
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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.
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"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.
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"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?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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?"
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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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She'd seen that look on his face of him maybe thinking of arguing with her, glad that he'd given in and let her win this non-argument. His reward was her grinding slowly in his lap as she kissed him. "What if I want you to eat?"
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There was a challenge in his heavily lidded gaze. Brown eyes darkened with want as if they hadn't just had a round before he fell asleep. His hunger for Jessica was never satiated. "Quieres que te coma?" Diego asked in the same low octave if she wanted him to eat her.
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She sucked at his lip, feeling the press of him against her body through that sheet and the thin layer of cotton. "I want you to be a messy eater."
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"Yeah? Then maybe you should lie on your back and let me taste my way down to your clit," he asked with the growl permanent in his voice. His hips had yet to stop rocking and rubbing his length where he wanted to put his mouth on her.
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She was on birth control. That was effective enough, right? Right. The frequency hadn't really factored into her brain, considering the efficacy of any pregnancy prevention was never 100% unless that method was abstinence- and that was clearly a hell no from both of them.
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