Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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The soft strands of jazz filtered through the kitchen as I added herbs into my famous tomato and basil sauce. Isabella and I, after having what had turned out to be a long and stressful week, had decided to get away for the weekend to my house outside of the city.

We had both craved the privacy and freedom that we had grown accustomed to on our trip, and my house gave us a taste of that without either of us becoming claustrophobic from being in each other's space too much. Yes, we were used to living together at my apartment, which was much smaller, but we were still two individual people who both needed time and space away from the other.

Work and other activities generally kept us away from each other much of the week, so I was looking forward to catching up on what I had missed.

I glanced over at Isabella, my lips twitching in amusement at the look of pure concentration on her face as she attempted to cut a carrot. Her eyebrows were pulled together, and her little pink tongue peeked out of her mouth as she sliced the carrot achingly slow.

I turned down the stove before walking up behind her and reaching around her.

"Here, like this," I murmured, wrapping one hand around the one that held the knife and the other around the end of the carrot. "It may be easier for you to use the rocking technique like this.”

I demonstrated, placing the sharp tip on the board before rocking it over the carrot as I pushed the carrot along, creating a line of perfectly sliced pieces of carrot.

She huffed slightly. "How do you do it so quickly?" she asked as I pressed myself flush against her back, loving the feel of her small, soft body against mine. As much as she had been dubious about her newly developed curves, I couldn't deny that I didn't love them. As far as I was concerned, as long as she was healthy, then I had no problems with her weight.

I liked that she was unafraid to eat the food that I prepared for her, unlike so many women who just picked at their salads. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to watch to hear her moan over my pot roast or sigh in pleasure after tasting my homemade bread smothered in butter and dipped into my grandmother's onion soup that she had taught me to make when I was naught but a young lad.

I brushed her hair off her neck and placed open-mouth kisses along its column. "Years and years of practice, my Bellezza. As shocking as it may sound, I was once as bad as you at cooking," I told her. Granted, I had been around ten at the time, but that was a little tit bit I could keep to myself.

She sighed. "If you don't stop that, dinner will never be ready," she informed me, and I reluctantly moved away from her to tend to the sauce. We worked silently in the kitchen for another few minutes until Isabella finished cutting the vegetables and put them boil on the stove.

"Come taste this," I urged her, lifting the wooden spoon I had been using to stir the sauce in her direction. I watched with a mixture of anticipation and fascination as her plump lips parted and wrapped around the spoon, her tongue flicking out to clean away stray sauce off her lips.

"What do you think?" I asked as she mulled over the taste.

"That you're a culinary genius," she said seriously, and I rolled my eyes at her before pulling her up for a kiss.

I didn't waste a second in plundering her mouth with my tongue, tasting the traces of sauce mixed with a taste that was all her.

"You're right," I murmured against her lips. "The sauce is pretty good.”

She pouted when I pulled away, tugging on my neck to try and bring my lips back to hers. "More," she insisted, and I obliged her easily, keeping the kiss chaste, though.

"Have I told you that I love you today?" I asked between kisses.

She hummed, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth as she looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes. "Maybe once or twice, but don't let that stop you," she breathed huskily.

"I love you," I told her, capturing her lips in another kiss.

"Ditto," she mumbled, and I smiled. While she hadn't actually said the three words, I knew─by her actions─that she reciprocated my feelings. I didn't need her to say them to know, but I couldn't wait for the extra assurance that the three words would give me when she was ready to say them.

"You know, if you keep on distracting me, then I'll end up burning dinner," I teased as I extracted her hands from around my neck and turned her around, giving her a light swat on her ripe, firm ass to send her back to her station.

She went back to her station like the good little girl that she was, and I busied myself with rolling the meatballs in flour before placing them carefully in the well-oiled frying pan.

"Oh, that reminds me," she said, spinning around to face me. "Alice invited us to her annual "End of Fall" party in November. Would you like to go?" she asked, a hopeful look on her face.

My mouth twisted slightly as I thought it over. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, but I was cautious of crowded places, and I happened to know that Alice's party would contain a lot BDSM.

"Eleazer and Carmen will be there as well, and I was hoping that I could introduce you to them. They understand the importance of keeping your identity a secret in such circles, and I know that you'll love them as much as I do.”

She gave me a pleading look, giving me puppy eyes and pouting adorably.

"It's a costume party, no one will recognize you," she added, and I sighed, relented.

"Fine, we can go, but my costume has to be good enough that I'm unrecognizable," I told her sternly as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Yay! Thank you, Papi," she gushed, her eyes alight with happiness. I shook my head slowly, wondering how she could be oblivious to the way she had me wrapped around her little pinkie. I may be the more dominant one out of the two of us, but I knew how easily she could twist that around to get me to do her bidding.

The scary part was that it didn't bother me. As long as it was her, then I didn't mind following her orders. To the outside world, it tended to look as if we didn't have a proper balance since I held most of the cards─figuratively speaking─but it didn't make our relationship any less real or tangible.

We had a balance that worked for us, one that we fought to maintain, even if it meant changing. We weren't perfect─that was something I had never and would never claimed to be─and we still struggled at times to both separate and rejoin our feelings when it was conducive.

But if I had learned anything in my lifetime, it was that life was one big lesson, a series of tests, and sometimes you had to fail them to figure out how to win them. It was a slightly twisted sense of logic, but the truth wasn't always black and white.

I stirred the spaghetti, making sure that it didn't clump together before an errant thought popped into my head. My pulse quickened, but I asked before I chickened out.

"What are your thoughts on kids?" I asked, glancing over at her.

She hesitated and looked at me suspiciously. "Why?" she asked cautiously.

I shrugged, pouring a drizzle of olive oil into the water of the boiling spaghetti. "Just curious," I said.

She seemed to relax slightly and turned back to the salad she was making. "I haven't really thought too much about it. My family has a long line of complications when it comes to birth, which is why I'm an only child, and why I don't have any living relatives since Swan's tend to die quite young. I guess it's something I purposefully don't think about..." she trailed off, thinking deeply before sighing.

"My chances of getting pregnant are pretty slim. I got into a horse riding accident when I was sixteen and shattered my pelvis. The Doctor did a good job of putting me back together─there isn't even a scar─but I'm sure you've noticed how short and erratic my periods are. Sometimes they are heavy, and I'm practically bed-ridden and other times I barely even notice it's happening. They always only last three days though, and I'm too chicken shit to get myself checked out. It's one thing knowing myself that's something is wrong, but knowing for certain would probably set me back.”

Her eyes stayed trained on the lettuce that she was slicing, refusing to meet mine. With each new layer she showed me, I understood her a little better. It helped me figure out where her insecurities stemmed from, and from there, I could work on dispelling them.

I didn't even spare dinner a second glance as everything inside me begged for me to comfort her. I couldn't personally identify with the situation, but as a man, knowing that there was a chance that my sperm was useless was a hit below the belt. It would truly affect how you saw yourself as a person. It would make you feel like less of a person.

Her body was stiff as I came up behind her and I reached around, forcing her to stop slicing so that I had her full attention. I twisted her around in my arms so that she was facing me and nudged her chin up, urging her to look at me. "It doesn't matter," I told her seriously.

She sighed again. "Can we just drop it?" she pleaded, but I shook my head, refusing to let this fester into an all-consuming insecurity that would inevitably cloud her thoughts.

"No. Do you really think that I would care or think less of you if you can't have kids?" I asked.

She looked at me, aggravated, her walls slamming up around her in defense. "I never said that. You wanted to know, and I told you. I think we've said all there needs to be said on the subject." Her tone was harsh, and I could practically see her hackles rising.

"Stop it," I ordered, my own aggravation peeking. "Stop trying to shut me out. I love you, and that isn't going to change because you think you can't have kids. Kids aren't that important to me, and if we get desperate enough we could always adopt.”

Her eyebrows quirked. "Isn't it a little early to be having this conversation?" she hedged, and I shrugged.

"No fucking clue, and I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, we can adopt enough kids from as many different third-world countries to become the new Brad and Angelina. In fact, it might be better that way so we can skip the messy phrase of child-rearing..." I trailed off, talking more to myself than to her at this point, but whatever I had said must have worked because a ghost of a smile turned up on her lips.

"I guess some things will never change. You'll always be anal retentive," she teased.

I pretended to look hurt. "I am not anal retentive. It's called being neat, you should try it sometime.”

She wrinkled her nose. "Nah, I think you've got that covered for the both of us." She gave me a cheeky grin, and just like that the heavy tension that had been surrounding us dissipated.

"The only thing we have to worry about is if we prefer Bellward or Edella," I joked.

"The fact that you know so much about pop culture scares me a little," she responded with a laugh. "I presume that you are eagerly awaiting the release of the new vampire flick.”

I pulled a face. "As far as I'm concerned, anything that sparkles in the sun and doesn't have fangs cannot be considered a vampire. It goes against the laws of physics. It's like dividing by zero or typing Google into Google. You just don't do it unless you're crazy and want to create a rip in the fabric of the earth.”

"Wow, someone is rather passionate," Isabella said, while trying to hide her giggles.

"Well, I'm glad I could amuse you, but let's be honest, I'm right," I told her.

She leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. "You're cute, and you're mine, the rest is all optional.”

I huffed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence; and since when have I been cute?”

She nibbled on her pouty, bottom lip as her eyes danced with mischief. "Since the day you knocked on that hotel door looking like you'd stepped out of the latest issue of GQ," she murmured easily. "You've only got hotter since.”

She gave me a wink and trailed a hand down my chest until she was cupping my cock through my pants. "So much hotter," she breathed before sashaying past, her ass swaying with each movement.

"I'll set the table," she called out as she disappeared out of the room, leaving me to finish dinner with my cock straining against my slacks.

"Fucking tease," I grumbled, turning my attention back to preparing dinner. The sooner it was done, the sooner I could have her naked and spread out for me.

...

"Close your eyes," I whispered.

She looked at me from under her long, thick lashes for a moment before complying. She was completely vulnerable as she lay, naked and spread out across the bed, her wrists cuffed to the headboard.

I took a moment to admire the soft, supple plains of her body before leaning over toward the nightstand and dipping my fingers in one of the bowls I had put there.

I picked up a slippery piece of mango, the orange appeared bright in the darkened room as I brought it to her lips. Shadows danced across the room, cloaking us in the darkness that crested upon the light.

She let out a shuddering breath as I dragged the wet piece of mango across her lips.

My free hand stroked the skin of her hip, reminding her of my presence and keeping her firmly grounded.

"Open," I instructed, watching with rapture as her plump, swollen lips parted, her pearly white teeth barely visible, and slowly drew the piece into her mouth.

I barely managed to hold back the groan that bubbled up as my fingers entered the hot cavern of her mouth. I removed them hastily, my already tenuous control slipping as my cock throbbed and twitched painfully.

She chewed slowly before swallowing, the movements of her neck contracting somehow sexy. I bent down, trailing my lips along the column of it, caressing and worshiping the skin before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss.

She whimpered in my mouth, tugging against the leather cuffs that restrained her to the headboard fruitlessly. My tongue exploded with her taste, so sweet and spicy. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and nipped at it gently before pulling away completely, my breathing labored, and my body aching for more.

Her eyelids flickered open, but I shook my head, placing a chaste kiss on each. "Keep them closed.”

I leaned away from her again, this time dipping my finger into the bowl full of thick, melted, dark chocolate. I took the bowl with me, not wanting to get chocolate all over the sheets before raising my finger and coating her lips in warm chocolate.

Her tongue poked out, almost as if she wanted to lick her lips, but she held herself back, knowing that she didn't have the permission to do so.

"Good girl," I murmured, pleased at her restraint. I slipped my finger between her lips and watched in fascination at how she reacted. Her brows furrowed at the feel of my fingers, confused as to why there was nothing between them like last time, before tongue made itself known by wrapping around them. Her little nose crinkled at the slightly bitter taste, her taste buds compartmentalizing each different taste.

Once she realized that it was chocolate, she sucked and licked my fingers greedily, trying to get every last drop of it onto her tongue.

The soothing patterns I was making on her hip faltered before dipping down between her legs to her inner thigh. Isabella's breathing hitched as I drew her legs apart, and I nuzzled her throat.

"Keep your eyes closed," I reminded her, withdrawing my fingers from her mouth. She obeyed, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth to nibble on as she squirmed beneath my touch.

I placed one knee between hers so that I was straddling one of her thighs and leaned over her body. Her eyelids scrunched together harder as she forced herself not to peek at what I was doing.

I dipped two fingers back into the melted chocolate, but instead of paying attention to her mouth, I swirled them around her nipple. She arched slightly, a breathy moan leaving her as I ducked my head down and cleaned the mess I had just made with my tongue.

"Do you like that?" I asked huskily.

"Yes. Please, don't stop," she begged, and I smirked, pleased with myself.

I copied my action on the other nipple, giving it its due attention before drawing patterns down her stomach to her pelvis. She trembled and squirmed as my tongue followed the path I had made, swirling around her navel before dipping inside it. I traced her pelvic bone with my fingers before coating her bare, pink pussy lips.

Her swollen clit protruded from between her lips so I placed some chocolate on the sensitive tip. Her hips bucked high as her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

I nuzzled her hip with my nose before making my descent to her pussy.

She mewled, bowing off the bed as the different tastes mingled on my tongue. It was sweet, bitter, musky, and absolutely─without a doubt─her. I groaned, my hips flexing into the mattress in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that was mounting inside me.

I kept a languid pace as my tongue alternated between flicking her clit and running circles around before I sucked it into my mouth. My eyes watched her body's every reaction. 

There was something so glorious in watching how my touch affected her. Her eyes were slammed closed, and her lips were parted. A light sheen of perspiration covered her body as her chest heaved quickly.

My gaze was sharp and full of adoration as her chest flushed, and her thighs shook on either side of my head. I could see that she was close, and with a few more licks, I pulled back, leaving her teetering back and forth on the edge of an orgasm.

She panted heavily, whimpering pitifully as her eyes opened slowly. "Please, Papi," she begged weakly. I ducked my head back down, my tongue probing her, nudging her higher as my hands rubbed her hips.

It was only after my teeth scraped gently over her clit that she shattered, her body writhing and thrashing on the bed under me. Her hips bucked up wildly, and I had to hold her down as I lapped up every last drop of what she had to give me.

Once I was sure that I had cleaned her thoroughly, I crawled up the length of her body, undoing the cuffs, and checking that her wrists hadn't sustained any damage. They were a little red, but no worse for ware as I placed a kiss on each of them.

My Bellezza seemed to be rousing from the stupor her orgasm had sent her into. Her eyes opened and stared up at me with a smile on her face. Her eyes shone with such intensity, the emotions dancing behind her pupils making my chest feel tight.

"My turn?" she asked, her eyes imploring.

I paused for a moment, wondering if I was willing to give up the control, but reminded myself that balance meant sometimes giving it to her.

I moved to lie on my back, my arms folded behind my head. "Do your worst," I joked playfully.

She beamed at me. "Trust me, Papi, you'll love every second of it. Just let me take care of you.”

Her words increased the pressure in my chest, and I blinked up at her, the adoration in my eyes unmatched. I swallowed deeply and nodded. It had been a long time since someone had said those words to me like that. It had always been me doing the care-taking, but I now realized that, maybe, I needed someone to reciprocate that.

Isabella did that every day with her submission and her eagerness to please me, but somehow this seemed different. It took me back to when we were still in a purely professional relationship and she had taken care of me after the fallout with my family.

I wasn't sure if she knew it, but her words eased any and all tension left in my body. I trusted her explicitly, and I knew that it wasn't an unfounded trust.

I let my eyes fall closed as she raked a hand through my hair, her nails scratching lightly at my scalp, the motion soothing. Her lips grazed mine, her breath fanning out across my face as her bottom lip trembled at our proximity.

I could feel the anticipation building between us as the tension fell like a heavy coat on us, blocking the world out until it was just us. When her lips finally captured mine, the kiss was slow and deep, the passion coarsing from her body to me.

She took her time with me, kissing my bottom then my top lip before even attempting to dip her tongue between my parted lips. I let her control the kiss, my arms still locked behind my head.

It seemed as if every unspoken word was poured into it, and I almost whimpered when she pulled back, her lips wet and swollen. She moved away from me, picking a long slice of mango from the bowl before lowering it to my lips.

I opened my mouth willingly, the sweet, tangy fruit exploded with taste on my tongue. Once I had taken the whole slice into my mouth, she ducked her head, taking my lips back into the kiss she had separated.

The kiss was sloppy, the juices from the mango dribbling down my chin as her tongue dove back into my mouth, stealing the mango from my mouth. My teeth clamped down on it, refusing to let her take it. Our mouths fought valiantly, neither one weakening until the slice was consumed between the two of us.

Her mouth hunted down my chin, cleaning the mess the mango had made before sucking on the skin at the edge of my jaw. My hands grasped tightly onto my arms to stop myself from just flipping her over and having my way with her. This was her moment, and I'd be dammed if I ruined it for her.

She drew back slightly as her fingers dipped into the bowl of melted chocolate, and she started to paint my body with them. She started at my throat, coating my Adam's apple and the hollow of my throat before her wet, warm tongue followed the path she had created.

Next, she paid attention to my nipples, giving them each a large helping of chocolate. She traced my abs, causing my muscles to clench and contract at the contact. I breathed deeply, her eyes never leaving her handiwork as she swirled her tongue around my nipples, dutifully cleaning up the mess she had made.

The closer she got to my cock, the more it leaked and throbbed, twitching in need. I fought for control over my body as she scraped the chocolate that she had coated along the 'v' of my pelvis with her teeth. She nuzzled the sparse, trimmed hair around the base of my cock with her nose.

"Fuck," I gritted out between my clenched teeth, my jaw tense with the restraint necessary to allow her free-reign over my body.

"Shhh," she soothed as my body shuddered underneath her. The heat of her breath on my sensitive skin almost more than I could handle.

She dipped her hand into the bowl of chocolate once more, her eyes never leaving mine as her finger ran over the length of my swollen, hard cock, smearing it all over me.

I regarded her with baited breath as she straddled my thighs, ducking her head down to lick me as if I were a lollipop. Her pouty lips parted, poised to take me inside her mouth as they wrapped the tip, suckling on it.

My head fell back against my arms as my hips arched into her touch. She bobbed up and down, enveloping me in warm wetness. Her teeth scraped over every dip and ridge, her pace slow and teasing.

After a few minutes, she released with a pop, and it took everything inside me not to grasp her by the hair and yank her back down on me.

She gave me a cheeky grin, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction and amusement. I could tell she was enjoying every second of my torture.

I narrowed my eyes at her playfully, releasing the hold on my arms before sitting up and stretching. "I believe that it is my turn again," I told her, my vice low and raspy.

She squealed and giggled as I gripped her waist, flipping her body effortlessly so that she was flat on her back. She pulled her knees up so that her feet rested on the bed, her legs spread wide as she hugged the pillow above her head.

"Well, you should make the best of it," she replied saucily. I growled, playfully nipping at her jaw and neck as she laughed quietly, her arms wrapped around my back.

"Don't worry, I will.”

Her laugh turned into a moan as I bucked into her, sliding my cock through her drenched folds. I loved these moments when it was just us, naked and open, alone and able to bask in the feel of each other's skin.

"Do you want it, Bellezza?" I asked her, shifting my hips back and forth, the tip of my cock nudging her clit.

She whimpered, her breathing shallow. "Y-yes.”

I thumbed her nipples, tugging and pinching the swollen tips as she arched up into me.

"Yes, what?" I asked, egging her on.

"Yes, I want it. Fuck! Please, give it to me," she whined.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," I murmured distractedly as I guided myself to her entrance, slowly easing my way into her slick pussy. I pressed her back further into the mattress with my weight, asserting my strength over her. Her thighs trembled on either side of me as her lips parted in a silent 'o' of pleasure. I grunted as I filled her to the hilt, propping myself up on my elbows as my hands grazed along her outer thighs.

My head dropped into the space between her neck and her shoulder as I held my position for one, long excruciating moment, feeling the way she squeezed and hugged every inch of me before pulling my hips and head back. My shoulders rolled as I started quick, measured pace, my hips moving back and forth. Our pelvises slid against each other, and the ripe globes of her tits pressed into my chest, the nipples scraping against my chest with each movement.

Her breaths were uneven as she gripped the pillow above her head tighter, her own hips rolling forward to meet mine.

Her eyes were heavy with lust, and she bit down on her bottom lip in concentration. I brushed some stray hairs out of her face, not wanting my view to be obstructed as my lips ghosted over the side of her face, the warm apples of her cheeks flushed.

My eyelids fluttered as my hands traveled up her thighs, brushing against her round hips before dipping underneath to the soft, supple flesh of her ass. I cupped her cheeks, pulling her body tighter to mine, causing her lower half to arch off the bed.

She moaned breathlessly at the change of angle, her teeth releasing her pouted lip. I ground my pelvis into her, rubbing it against the sensitive tip of her clit on each pass.

"Ohhh, yes!" she whimpered, turning her face to the side. My mouth descended eagerly on her exposed skin, laving the arch of her neck with attention.

The wet sounds of sex echoed throughout the room, punctuated by moans and sighs of pleasure.

I raised the upper half of my body, my hands moving to grip the headboard above her for leverage. My body seemed to tower over hers as my thrusts increased in force, pushing, giving, claiming her little body over and over again.

Her warm, soft hands cupped my jaw, feeling my stubbled cheeks before maneuvering their way down my throat to my chest. My neck arched before my head drooped, my eyes shifting to where we were joined.

My cock plunged through her slick, wet folds, taking what was rightfully mine, silently reminding her that she was mine, and only mine.

"Please, Papi," she begged wantonly, her small body writhing in unadulterated bliss.

"What is it?" I panted. "Tell me what you want.”

She wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into the flesh of my ass as she tried to pull me closer. "More.”

A shiver made a jagged path down my spine as a new wave of lust hit me. I groaned, the fire in my groin building as her walls tightened further around me.

"Bring your knees to your chest," I ground out harshly. She did as instructed, pressing her thighs into her tits and resting her feet on my hips. She was completely open in this position, her juices trickling down to the puckered hole of her ass.

Her swollen folds were parted, giving me a view of her pink, slick flesh as I pistoned in and out of her body. I could go so much deeper in this position; feel so much more of her.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, swiveling my hips and grinding down on her.

She cried out, her pussy spasming around me, but didn't answer my question. I slapped her across the face, not too hard, but hard enough for there to be a sting left.

"Answer me," I demanded as she gasped in surprise, the lust swirling in her eyes multiplying tenfold.

"Yes!" she mewled, bucking her hips harder into mine.

"You like that, don't you?" I taunted, slapping her again. Her head jerked slightly to the right from the force, but I could tell by the way she was gushing all over my cock that she loved it.

"My dirty little girl is a masochist, isn't she?" I continued. "She loves it when Papi hurts her.”

"Yes!" she mewled wantonly.

I reached down between, rubbing circles around her clit. "Is my dirty little girl going to cum for her Papi?" I cooed, my thrusts becoming erratic as I started to lose control.

She nodded vigorously, giving me the perfect excuse to give her a gentle, yet forceful backhand. "Verbal answer," I sneered, reveling in the way she trembled beneath me, her orgasm immanent.

"Y-yes, Papi," she stuttered out, her hands clutching the sheets on either side of her as her walls collapsed, caving in around me.

"Oh, Papi!" she cried out as she threw her head back against the pillows, her body thrashing.

A choked groan escaped me as the fire in my groin seemed to continue burning hotter and hotter, almost setting my skin alight before I finally exploded. Heavy streams of cum pulsed through out of me as I shuddered, my grip on the headboard the only thing keeping me from collapsing. My hands were white from the exertion I was using, my hips stilling deep inside her pussy.

Sparks sizzled on my skin as her inner muscles milked up everything I had given her.

My head hung low between my arms as I slowly came down from my orgasm, panting and sweaty.

Isabella looked up at me with what I could only describe as a lazy smile, completely blissed out and sated. I let out a strained chuckle, slowly releasing my grip from the headboard before pulling out of her and collapsing on the bed beside her.

She immediately curled up on my side, laying her head over my heart as she hummed in content.

"Not too much?" I asked, referring to the slapping, which had honestly come out of the blue. Usually I would have spanked her ass or pussy, maybe even going as far as to give her tits a firm slap, but since they had all been obstructed in some way or form, I had taken liberties with her cheeks.

"You don't hear me complaining," she murmured with a giggle. She looked up at me, resting her chin where her head had been previously. "Seriously though, Papi, I love everything you do to my body.”

She leaned up, taking my bottom lip into her mouth and sucking languidly. I had noticed that she enjoyed sucking on things and hoped that maybe, sometime, she wouldn't be opposed to using a pacifier.

"I love it when you hurt me and when you fuck me. I adore it when you make love to me, or dote upon me. It makes me so horny when you tease me. You fulfill my every need without even having to ask. Never doubt that," she reassured me, her voice a husky purr.

"Hmmm," I murmured, kissing her long and hard before pulling back. "I'll keep that in mind.”