"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.
"Fuck," he hissed and sucked in a breath as her hand found his length. "...Me."
Diego hadn't meant to utter that but Jessica had drove him to that point. She could sit on his face or ride him. He desperately wanted the sheet to stop separating them and the same went for the clothing she had on. A hand slipped into her hair and tugged for her head to go back and his mouth to move down her neck to a breast.
"We'll get there," she whispered, but his hand was in her hair, tugging her head back, and she let him have his way. His mouth trailed down over her neck, facial hair tickling a bit before she felt wet heat on her nipple. Her hips bucked a bit, her hand moving back to brace on the bed to give him room. "That mouth..."
Usually, it was Jessica who had the mouth and Diego enjoyed every filthy utterance. There were times she would push him to levels where he lost all control, swearing in a few different languages. Now his mouth was busy moving over her skin.
With one of her hands busy, he used his upper hand to switch positions and laid Jessica on her back yet rocked his hips if her grip remained on his cock. He angrily pulled the sheet from between them once steady in the position above her. Determination prompted him to run the flat of his tongue from one nipple to the other while propping himself on an elbow as he slipped a hand into her underwear where 2 fingers teased between her folds.
He was moving them, but she was beyond caring in that moment. Only in so much as to make sure neither of them fell off the bed. She felt the sheets against her back, her hand sliding down along his cock as he freed the rest of himself from the tangle of material. Then his fingers... "Fuck!"
His goddamn agile fingers slipped into her as his mouth had a shudder going through her and she all but whined in response at how good it felt. Those ridiculous hands of his and that goddamn mouth... Her free hand came up to slide into his hair, combing through it and gripping it in random motions.
It wasn't trajectory manipulation but he did find what stroke and pressure she seemed to enjoy best. Diego could feel Jessica course through him, learning to trust what instincts told him that she liked in the moment. His two fingers slipped beyond her sensitive nub and slid in her walls to curl inside.
After a few good strokes, he slipped his fingers out and sucked off the dampness before taking a hold of her panties on one side. Brown eyes looked up to her green set before moving his hips and taking his cock out of her hold. His other hand found the side of her underwear, quickly peeling them off of her.
Diego returned his mouth to her body with a wet trail over her abdomen and to her navel while repositioning between her legs. He kept his weight on one elbow once back in place to bring his fingers inside her walls as his mouth nursed her clit.
Anticipation. He always build up this anticipation that drove her crazy. Heat was mingling with pure lust as she watched him lick her wetness off his fingers. That look he gave her had her clenching around nothing, and then he was tugging her panties off and setting up shop between her thighs.
She watched him, because she wasn't an idiot. She was in love, and he was a work of art when he was turned on and doing filthy things to her. His fingers slipped back up inside, his mouth fit over her clit and her head fell back for a moment. He could kill her with his tongue and she wasn't sure that was hyperbole. She lifted her head back to watch him, cheeks flushed red as he started to move her towards an orgasm she knew wasn't going to be long in coming.
Sounds left him similar to that of tasting something delicious. Diego kept a steady massage with suction on her clit, speeding up the stroke from two fingers that filled her steadily. Jessica had wanted messy and he was intent on delivering.
The sight of her flushed and on the brink of climax kept him focused although his hips unconsciously continued rocking, rubbing his erection against the mattress. He could easily finish with her by just tasting, seeing and hearing Jessica find her release.
It was harder than it should be for her to prop herself up and enjoy the view. She just wanted to lay there and get lost in the sensation, but watching him was its own kind of pleasure. She wasn't sure if he made her look paler or she made him look darker, but he was all these warm colors between her thighs. She could see the rocking of his ass further down his body and knew he was moving with his own need to ease that friction.
Those fingers found a spot and his lips and tongue were warm, wet perfection on her clit, and in a moment, her body squeezed around those fingers, inner walls tight and fluttering as her head fell back and she felt her hips grind against his face on their own accord. Nope, not long at all.
Whatever linked them seemed to only get stronger. Diego always felt as if Jessica had been more in tune than he was with it initially but he wasn't far behind in recognizing the glimpses and sensations of their connection. In the moment, it spurred him to leave a small puddle on the sheets as she finished at his fingers.
He kept a light lick over her clit before a final kiss then shifted to slip his fingers from inside her walls. Diego wanted to drink her in but also was careful not to over stimulate Jessica and ruin the moment. He wiped his mouth over the corners of where her inner thighs met her crotch while still planting kisses.
"Hope that was messy enough for you. I'm gonna need a daily dose of that from now on."
The fingers that had worked in sync with his mouth allowed him one last taste of her essence as he sucked them before a crawl back up to hover face to face above Jessica. His softened erection teased the same entrance he fingered, eager to take residence but giving her time if she needed it.
"What, your daily dose of vitamin V?" She laughed as she slid her hand up lazily to card through his hair. He was gloating over her, and she loved it. Loved seeing that affirmation in his face, that pleasure at doing something for her that she knew without question he enjoyed. She liked him smug. Confident. Cocky. It set a sexy slant to his smile and she leaned up to kiss him.
She felt the press against her, and her answer to that quiet unspoken question was to wrap her leg around him, pulling him in as she arched up until he slid into her. Where he belonged. Always. "I hope you know how much 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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Diego hadn't meant to utter that but Jessica had drove him to that point. She could sit on his face or ride him. He desperately wanted the sheet to stop separating them and the same went for the clothing she had on. A hand slipped into her hair and tugged for her head to go back and his mouth to move down her neck to a breast.
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With one of her hands busy, he used his upper hand to switch positions and laid Jessica on her back yet rocked his hips if her grip remained on his cock. He angrily pulled the sheet from between them once steady in the position above her. Determination prompted him to run the flat of his tongue from one nipple to the other while propping himself on an elbow as he slipped a hand into her underwear where 2 fingers teased between her folds.
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His goddamn agile fingers slipped into her as his mouth had a shudder going through her and she all but whined in response at how good it felt. Those ridiculous hands of his and that goddamn mouth... Her free hand came up to slide into his hair, combing through it and gripping it in random motions.
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After a few good strokes, he slipped his fingers out and sucked off the dampness before taking a hold of her panties on one side. Brown eyes looked up to her green set before moving his hips and taking his cock out of her hold. His other hand found the side of her underwear, quickly peeling them off of her.
Diego returned his mouth to her body with a wet trail over her abdomen and to her navel while repositioning between her legs. He kept his weight on one elbow once back in place to bring his fingers inside her walls as his mouth nursed her clit.
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She watched him, because she wasn't an idiot. She was in love, and he was a work of art when he was turned on and doing filthy things to her. His fingers slipped back up inside, his mouth fit over her clit and her head fell back for a moment. He could kill her with his tongue and she wasn't sure that was hyperbole. She lifted her head back to watch him, cheeks flushed red as he started to move her towards an orgasm she knew wasn't going to be long in coming.
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The sight of her flushed and on the brink of climax kept him focused although his hips unconsciously continued rocking, rubbing his erection against the mattress. He could easily finish with her by just tasting, seeing and hearing Jessica find her release.
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Those fingers found a spot and his lips and tongue were warm, wet perfection on her clit, and in a moment, her body squeezed around those fingers, inner walls tight and fluttering as her head fell back and she felt her hips grind against his face on their own accord. Nope, not long at all.
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He kept a light lick over her clit before a final kiss then shifted to slip his fingers from inside her walls. Diego wanted to drink her in but also was careful not to over stimulate Jessica and ruin the moment. He wiped his mouth over the corners of where her inner thighs met her crotch while still planting kisses.
"Hope that was messy enough for you. I'm gonna need a daily dose of that from now on."
The fingers that had worked in sync with his mouth allowed him one last taste of her essence as he sucked them before a crawl back up to hover face to face above Jessica. His softened erection teased the same entrance he fingered, eager to take residence but giving her time if she needed it.
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She felt the press against her, and her answer to that quiet unspoken question was to wrap her leg around him, pulling him in as she arched up until he slid into her. Where he belonged. Always. "I hope you know how much I love you."
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