Page 129 of Cartel Devil

“I know this won’t be your favorite position, Tre, but I love how close I’ll still be able to hold you.”

He knows I prefer it when he can grind his pubic bone against my clit. Other positions are foreplay, but cowgirl and missionary are my favorites. It’s not just the clit stimulation. It’s being able to see him as we move together. Watching his body. My very own Michelangelo’s David.

“I look forward to exploring. Being with you is better than anything else.”

I twist, and he pushes up higher on his elbow. Our kiss is tender before he pulls out.

“Grasp the headboard.”

I sit up and move to kneel before the wooden bed frame. I hold on as he instructed. He shuffles until he’s behind me, my knees bracketing his. He guides me onto his cock, and we both sigh. It’s so much deeper than when we’re on our side. It tempts me to reach back to run my fingers through his hair, but I obey his command. He kisses my shoulder like a moment ago, but he leans forward to kiss down my bicep before working his way back up.

“Ride me, chica.”

It’s permission to set the pace. I rise and fall, noticing my inner walls are more sensitive than before I was pregnant. It deepens each sensation, making me grow impatient faster. My moans grow frustrated as I struggle to find the right angle and pace to get me off when nothing’s rubbing my clit. When he uses his fingers, it feels great, but it’s distracting, especially when his other hand runs up and down my ribs.

“Can’t…get…there.”

My moan turns into an unexpected and uncontrollable sob. Immediately, Joaquin pulls out. He lifts me like I’m as heavy as the feather wand. He arranges me onto my back and is back in me within a matter of seconds. As my clit finally gets the stimulation it needs, we both sigh. He’s not quite as deep, but all the spots we need to get us off are getting the attention they deserve. He brushes hair back from my face.

“I’ll spend a lifetime watching you watch us make love, and it won’t be long enough, Tre.”

I lift my head from the pillow, straining to kiss him. We roll until I’m straddling him. I’m riding him once more, but it’s completely different. As I rock, I feel my orgasm creeping nearer.

“I’m getting close, Joaco.”

“Come for me, chica. Let me see.”

His hands guide me to the speed he already knows I love as he thrusts beneath me.

“I’m close, Daddy. Don’t stop… So close… Nearly there… Fuck, Joaco. I’m coming.”

Pure satisfaction.

Pure elation.

Pure bliss.

I inhale and sigh as the pleasure courses through me. I clench around his cock, still rocking, prolonging the release. Then I’m leaning forward to hold the headboard as I bounce on his dick.

“Slow down, Tre.”

“No. Come.”

His hand lands across my ass.

“Giving orders now?”

“Yes.”

Spank.

“Since when?”

“Whenever I want.”

Spank.

“So, you’re in control now?”