"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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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."