Say Forever(3)

Why do I torture myself like this? As sick as I've been all week, I shouldn't be horny, but I am. I wrap my arms around Andrés's waist and nibble on his ear while he's trying to scoop our pasta into bowls. I giggle when the big wooden spoon he's holding clatters to the counter. I have the feeling if I keep this up, dinner may have to wait. Even though I came home hungry, sex always trumps food.

"Spaghetti and meatballs, mija," he rasps.

"I'm not in the mood for meatballs," I say to him on a growl, leaving the rest of the words unspoken.

I trail my hand down his abdomen. He's standing rigid, like a soldier at attention, as I slide my hand even lower. As I press my breasts against his back, I don't even feel the rise and fall of his chest anymore, which means he's holding his breath. Good. I've got the boy under my spell.

I deftly unzip his jeans, and when I lower the elastic on his underwear, his erection springs to life. He throws his head back and groans as I wrap a hand around his cock.

Still holding his erection, I smile coyly up at him as I lead him to the kitchen table. I release him long enough to pull out a chair. I tug his pants and underwear past his knees and then with a gentle push, he falls obediently into the chair.

I take a cushion off a nearby seat, throw it at his feet, and then drop to my knees before him. He flashes a seductive half-smile as he stretches his long legs out and leans his head back. His large erection juts out before me, a beautiful display of prime man-flesh, ready to be devoured. I lick my lips as I brace my hands on his thighs and eye him with a feral hunger. I gently swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, coaxing clear juices out of the slit.

He groans and grabs my shoulders, pressing my face against his groin.

I shake him off and point an accusing finger in his abdomen. "I'm setting the pace."

He responds with the cutest pouty face ever, but he drops his clenched hands to his sides.

But honestly, who am I kidding? I love foreplay, but like I said, I came home hungry, so I wrap my lips around his head and slide his shaft deep into my mouth. Andrés's groans gutturally as he flexes his hips, pushing the tip of his erection against the back of my throat. We set a steady pace, me slurping and suckling up and down his electrified flesh while he thrusts into my mouth. Andrés's groaning is intensifying, and I know if I continue to blow him, I'll be devouring more than just his cock.

My insides are quivering by this point, and my panties are soaked through. My tender flesh is thrumming in anticipation, because as soon as I'm done sucking Andrés, I'm going to mount him right here on this chair.

Andrés grabs my shoulders and pulls me off of him. "Stop," he pants, "Or I'll come in your mouth."

I look up and flash my best wicked smile. The poor guy has been having latex orgasms for the past three weeks. I know he'd enjoy coming in my mouth while my tongue swirls against his sensitive flesh.

"That's okay," I say, as I lean over and lick him from base to head in one fluid stroke. I spit into my hand and massage moisture into his balls, and then I slowly slide him back into my mouth. His balls tense beneath my hand as the head of his cock jars the back of my throat. He cries out, and his hips jerk erratically before his warm juices explode against my tonsils. I swallow while continuing to suckle and stroke him.

He's still moaning and groaning as I slide up and release his shaft. I wipe a hand across my wet, swollen lips and smile.

He cups my cheek, tracing his thumb across my bottom lip. "Thank you, mija," he says through a sigh as he sinks low in the chair.

"No, thank you," I say to him, as I slide off my jeans and underwear. I swish some soda water around in my mouth and then grab the new box of condoms out of the grocery bag on the table. I rip open that box and wrapper with amazing speed and slide the condom on top of his still engorged penis. Andrés sits up and gives me a knowing grin before grabbing my hips and helping me ease onto him. As I straddle his waist, he thrusts into me. I'm so wet and horny by this point, I know it won't take much to make me come. Feet planted firmly on the floor, I proceed to ride my cowboy, but we've never done it in a chair before, and I forgot I'm not very tall. Bouncing up and down is kind of tricky, and I'm grinding against him instead, but then omigod!

The way his large head rubs against the back of my swollen center feels so freaking good. Andrés slides his hands up my shirt, pulls up my bra and cups my breasts, the pads of his thumbs tracing circles around my nipples. That is enough to send me over the edge, and I lose all sense of rhythm as I surrender to the orgasm. But Andrés is still bucking against me, pressing deep inside my channel, coaxing more tremors of pleasure pulsating through me.