Another groan of disapproval rumbled from him when she took her hand off his cock. In the morning, when he hopefully wasn't hung over, Diego might regret his decision to leave his knives on her office floor but all that mattered to him in the moment was that they'd get naked as soon as possible. There was something to be said about having a partner who could carry you off.
"You are so fucking sexy, Mami."
His arm slung around her shoulders, his erection angry at the limited space in the crotch of his pants as the rest of him was limp for her to easily move with. It was no surprise that Diego had a one track mind in the moment, exacerbated by being drunk. He was curious if there was another surprise upstairs since she seemed intent on going up than having sex in her office.
The bed was set up, and maybe there were a few things in some of the drawers that she'd thought of playing with, but in that particular moment, all she wanted was him. Him naked and touching her and sending more of that feel-good pleasure all through her like she did.
They reached their suite, and she took a moment to just look around her. This was theirs. All of it. No landlord. No pissy neighbors. No one coming in windows or holes that carried memories of pain. Just a new, fresh start with him in her arms. "Glad you think so. It'd suck if I went and got lingerie just to have you tell me you weren't a lingerie kind of guy."
She went over to where their bed was, larger than her old one, making her climb into the middle of it to lay him down. "Welcome home, Diego."
"I'm a Jessica Jones kind of guy," he chuckled in a low octave as she set him down. His desire for her continued to burn but the predatory manner he stared at her had toned down for a look of complete adoration. The line of his erection was visible under denim and underwear but he remained on his back, watching her.
Welcome home, Diego.
Regardless of being inebriated, he realized the depth of what she said. Jessica could likely feel how comfortable he felt. He was home for possibly the first time in his life. The Hargreeves Mansion had never felt safe. Only Grace was a safe haven but she couldn't protect him from his father. Looking at his soulmate, her green eyes said she would protect him with her life. A look he returned.
"I don't think I knew what being happy was until I found you. You're home for me. You are my everything."
Sad or not, it was the truth. Jessica, unlike, him, had known a home growing up. He'd be able to know that she had a mother, father, and a bratty but adored younger brother growing up, and her heart had broken when that had been taken away from her. That had been what had turned her into a jaded, snide, hopeless individual. Then it had just gotten worse.
Frankly, she was still surprised she hadn't killed herself after she'd gotten away from Kilgrave. It had been a close thing. There had been moment...
Her hand coming up to brush at his hair, to cup the side of his face as she leaned over him, putting herself between him and the world, she was glad she'd stuck with it. He was her prize at the end of it all. He made it worth it. "You know that means that there's lingerie sets hiding around the home, right? I hid them in weird places, and when you find them, we get to play. And they're not all for me," she said with a smirk, then leaned in to kiss him. "You're my life now, Diego. You're it for me. So don't do anything stupid to take that away."
The adoration didn't leave his face but what she told him instigated some deviousness on his features. His gaze held heavy eyelids, whether between drinking or the aroused state she had him in. However, the mischief began to wane as a thought struck him.
"Just up here, right? Not anywhere downstairs?" he asked curiously. After all, they'd talked about sex in nearly every part of the property.
Yet he didn't need an answer right away and enjoyed the kiss. What she said after, tugged at his emotions. He gently cupped the side of her face and caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"To have and to hold until death do us part," Diego uttered with a slight slur. He lowered his hand from her face and used his index finger to make a cross over his heart, clearly mixing up 'cross my heart' or maybe purposely not wanting to say that he 'hoped to die'.
"Just up here. I'm not having one of your clients find something frilly and thinking it's for them. Or one of mine," she huffed, looking down at him and watching all those different emotions play over his face.
She watched him make his vow, felt just how serious he was about it even though it was said in that lazy, syrupy drunk way. Leaning in, she kissed over where he'd crossed his heart through his shirt. "Already gungho for a wedding, huh?" She kicked her boots off while she was still on all fours, using her feet to wriggle out of them, then flip them off somewhere behind them. Her hand slipped under his shirt, starting to tug it up. "Unless you're too drunk to play, get your ass outta your clothes."
His face had scrunched when she talked about their clients finding the hidden lingerie. Her answer ultimately settled any questions he had at the moment. Diego made his vow and grinned widely as she kissed his chest.
"I'm not even drunk," he protested defiantly while aiding her removal of his shirt. "Buzzed, maybe." Inebriated enough that Diego doesn't manage to lead but continues to follow Jessica instead. "Doesn't have to be a wedding. Could just stand in front of a judge," he reverted back to the question she asked him.
"You're shitfaced. It's kind of cute." Not that she didn't think that of almost everything he did. She slid her hand down his front, feeling the warmth of his skin, playing over a few old scars before she reached the edge of his pants. She gave those a tug. "You need witnesses for a judge. And papers. Which, thanks to Danny, you have now."
"-I am not..." His objection died out the second she called it cute. Or maybe it was feeling her touch his bare skin. Jessica spoke of witnesses for a judge and Diego could no longer focus on the subject of a wedding. She'd notice the bulge flexing at his crotch while he stared at her with heavily lidded eyes.
Slowly, he licked his lips and tried to find focus. His hips shifted to help remove his bottoms as his soulmate had made quick work of his shirt. "I want you," he growled huskily with eyes matching his desire.
There it was. That hungry look that was aimed at her that had something between her legs clenching. She grinned wider, tugging his pants down to his knees, then sitting up on hers and looking down at him. "Yeah? So what're you gonna do about it? Lay there and think of England?"
IF there was one thing she was quickly learning about her soulmate, it was that he was highly competitive. Mix that with his utter adoration for her, and she was expecting a certain reaction.
The alcohol in his system made cohesive thoughts difficult to contain. His brow knit together in confusion as he gave a slow shake of his head in objection. "Why would I think of England?"
Not that his erection faltered among the confusion. Diego reached for Jessica and tugged her close to kiss his sake drenched mouth.
Oh, she was so going to rub his face in this tomorrow, already enjoying the teasing she'd give him about being a sappy lightweight, but for now... for now she fell on him and kissed him with a smile. She felt his cock press against her stomach, and she wriggled a little against it. "Would you rather think of Cockistan?"
There was no such place, but hey, teasing was fair game.
"What? You wantin' to travel or somethin'?" he questioned rather than the made up name she uttered.
The friction she created against his cock prompted a flex on the already rigid member. It wasn't as if they hadn't played games while fooling around but the intoxication worked to slightly derail Diego. He'd get a nasty case of blue balls if he wasn't careful.
"I'm clearly going to have to babysit you next time I let you near the booze," she said with a laugh, but her lips were pressed to his, little kisses marking around his mouth, his beard tickling her before she kissed him properly.
She didn't think he could get any more adorable, but apparently drunken horny Diego was a new level. A hand slipped down between them, fingers wrapping around his length as she sucked at his lower lip. "I want you."
Still confused but her laugh helped distract him and the hand around his length brought his focus back to what he wanted from the start. It was impressive that Jessica could get the words out as he kissed her back with hunger.
"Get on top," he growled then tugged his lip free from her grip. Diego held onto enough of his senses to know they were better off with her leading. Hopefully he wouldn't reach climax and fall asleep on their first night home.
A little more wriggling and tossing of clothes that were getting in the way- some of them ripped a bit more than necessary because they were problematic in getting naked flesh against naked flesh, she straddled his thighs, looking down at him and his bleary drunk grin, but all that warm, naked body there for her to have.
She didn't bother with any preamble to taking him in, a hand angling him up and then she was seated with him fully inside her and her body gripping tightly around his as she took him in. "Like this?"
"Fuck!" he hissed the expletive almost like a statement than an exclamation. She should interpret it as a 'yes' to her question. The muscles in his jaw clenched in sync with his washboard abs at the feeling of her warm, wet walls engulfing his cock. Diego could be mistaken for staring angrily if anyone but Jessica caught a glimpse of his face.
His hands released the bedding under them for a grasp of her breasts. He'd told her to take the lead but couldn't stop his hips from start a thrust up, desperate to have her sex stroke his. "Eres hermosa, Mami. Dame lo." Diego growled a compliment then a demand in Spanish. He wanted more of her. Needed more.
The grip on her breasts and that growling demand had her moving. She slid her hands down his arms, leaning in to steal one more kiss before she sat up and moved to ride him like she had a purpose and a place to go. Her hips moved in an almost erratic pattern, feeling him glide inside her, moving and touching and all she wanted was more. More of him. Fuck it, all of him.
For the boy who only wanted to be loved, Jessica righted every wrong that ever happened to him in his life. It was more than physically wanting him or the supernatural connection. Diego was whole. The void that festered in him for as far back as he could remember, no longer existed. He missed his mom and his siblings but didn't feel alone as he'd had his entire lifetime before his soulmate. All the alcohol in his system didn't dull that connection.
His hands couldn't keep up with the pace that she moved in so they slid down to her hips. Diego sucked in his lower lip and kept it pinned between his teeth while dark eyes stared possessively at the love of his life. It was a terrible move as the sight, sounds and sensation immediately overwhelmed him. His hands squeezed at her hips as his eyes closed and his orgasm erupted inside of her.
She loved watching him tip over. It was like it caught him by surprise sometimes, and she loved that she could do that to him. For him. Because she knew that out of the two of them, she was the one who knew what it was to be loved, so she knew what she'd lost when her parents and brother had been taken. She knew what he'd never had, and it just seared the idea of wanting to punish Reginald Hargreeves for the sins of his actions in ruining the lives of children who'd just been born. Ruined them by giving them no love, no affection, only a minimal purpose as a thing.
Well, he was more than that to her. He was her heart. Her reason for breathing. And she could admit to anyone that he was her love, and she wasn't ashamed of that feeling. Not anymore.
She slid down and rested on his chest, sliding her hand up his chest and resting there on his shoulder as she kissed sweat-dewed skin. "Te amo, ahora y siempre."
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"You are so fucking sexy, Mami."
His arm slung around her shoulders, his erection angry at the limited space in the crotch of his pants as the rest of him was limp for her to easily move with. It was no surprise that Diego had a one track mind in the moment, exacerbated by being drunk. He was curious if there was another surprise upstairs since she seemed intent on going up than having sex in her office.
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They reached their suite, and she took a moment to just look around her. This was theirs. All of it. No landlord. No pissy neighbors. No one coming in windows or holes that carried memories of pain. Just a new, fresh start with him in her arms. "Glad you think so. It'd suck if I went and got lingerie just to have you tell me you weren't a lingerie kind of guy."
She went over to where their bed was, larger than her old one, making her climb into the middle of it to lay him down. "Welcome home, Diego."
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Regardless of being inebriated, he realized the depth of what she said. Jessica could likely feel how comfortable he felt. He was home for possibly the first time in his life. The Hargreeves Mansion had never felt safe. Only Grace was a safe haven but she couldn't protect him from his father. Looking at his soulmate, her green eyes said she would protect him with her life. A look he returned.
"I don't think I knew what being happy was until I found you. You're home for me. You are my everything."
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Frankly, she was still surprised she hadn't killed herself after she'd gotten away from Kilgrave. It had been a close thing. There had been moment...
Her hand coming up to brush at his hair, to cup the side of his face as she leaned over him, putting herself between him and the world, she was glad she'd stuck with it. He was her prize at the end of it all. He made it worth it. "You know that means that there's lingerie sets hiding around the home, right? I hid them in weird places, and when you find them, we get to play. And they're not all for me," she said with a smirk, then leaned in to kiss him. "You're my life now, Diego. You're it for me. So don't do anything stupid to take that away."
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"Just up here, right? Not anywhere downstairs?" he asked curiously. After all, they'd talked about sex in nearly every part of the property.
Yet he didn't need an answer right away and enjoyed the kiss. What she said after, tugged at his emotions. He gently cupped the side of her face and caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"To have and to hold until death do us part," Diego uttered with a slight slur. He lowered his hand from her face and used his index finger to make a cross over his heart, clearly mixing up 'cross my heart' or maybe purposely not wanting to say that he 'hoped to die'.
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She watched him make his vow, felt just how serious he was about it even though it was said in that lazy, syrupy drunk way. Leaning in, she kissed over where he'd crossed his heart through his shirt. "Already gungho for a wedding, huh?" She kicked her boots off while she was still on all fours, using her feet to wriggle out of them, then flip them off somewhere behind them. Her hand slipped under his shirt, starting to tug it up. "Unless you're too drunk to play, get your ass outta your clothes."
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"I'm not even drunk," he protested defiantly while aiding her removal of his shirt. "Buzzed, maybe." Inebriated enough that Diego doesn't manage to lead but continues to follow Jessica instead. "Doesn't have to be a wedding. Could just stand in front of a judge," he reverted back to the question she asked him.
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See? There'd been a method to her madness.
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Slowly, he licked his lips and tried to find focus. His hips shifted to help remove his bottoms as his soulmate had made quick work of his shirt. "I want you," he growled huskily with eyes matching his desire.
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IF there was one thing she was quickly learning about her soulmate, it was that he was highly competitive. Mix that with his utter adoration for her, and she was expecting a certain reaction.
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Not that his erection faltered among the confusion. Diego reached for Jessica and tugged her close to kiss his sake drenched mouth.
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There was no such place, but hey, teasing was fair game.
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The friction she created against his cock prompted a flex on the already rigid member. It wasn't as if they hadn't played games while fooling around but the intoxication worked to slightly derail Diego. He'd get a nasty case of blue balls if he wasn't careful.
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She didn't think he could get any more adorable, but apparently drunken horny Diego was a new level. A hand slipped down between them, fingers wrapping around his length as she sucked at his lower lip. "I want you."
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"Get on top," he growled then tugged his lip free from her grip. Diego held onto enough of his senses to know they were better off with her leading. Hopefully he wouldn't reach climax and fall asleep on their first night home.
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She didn't bother with any preamble to taking him in, a hand angling him up and then she was seated with him fully inside her and her body gripping tightly around his as she took him in. "Like this?"
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His hands released the bedding under them for a grasp of her breasts. He'd told her to take the lead but couldn't stop his hips from start a thrust up, desperate to have her sex stroke his. "Eres hermosa, Mami. Dame lo." Diego growled a compliment then a demand in Spanish. He wanted more of her. Needed more.
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His hands couldn't keep up with the pace that she moved in so they slid down to her hips. Diego sucked in his lower lip and kept it pinned between his teeth while dark eyes stared possessively at the love of his life. It was a terrible move as the sight, sounds and sensation immediately overwhelmed him. His hands squeezed at her hips as his eyes closed and his orgasm erupted inside of her.
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Well, he was more than that to her. He was her heart. Her reason for breathing. And she could admit to anyone that he was her love, and she wasn't ashamed of that feeling. Not anymore.
She slid down and rested on his chest, sliding her hand up his chest and resting there on his shoulder as she kissed sweat-dewed skin. "Te amo, ahora y siempre."