Page 34 of Capicú Summer

“Just one time,” I breathe against his lips. “Just an itch.”

He chuckles, gripping my ass hard enough to bruise me. “Then scratch it.”

“Okay,” I whisper, allowing my body to relax when he lifts me onto the black metal ladder that sits on the rooftop. The possessiveness in his eyes is palpable, each touch flooding with heat. I grind into him and he hisses.

“Fuck, Adri,” he moans, licking his lips, devouring me with his eyes. “I want to taste you… feel you… I–”

My mouth crashes into his before he finishes the last word. I can’t. Only one time… that’s it. He pulls away, his fingers moving towards my throbbing center.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “Y yo si tengo sed.”⁠*

With that, his fingers slide beneath the fabric, my body arches into him, and I moan. My toes curl in my sandals from his touch.

* Y tú también - And you too

* gran pela que ta dando - big whooping he’s delivering

* Tu te fuiste, no yo - You left, not me.

* Dime mami - Tell me, mami.

* “Y yo si tengo sed.” - And I’m so thirsty.

CHAPTER 15

Yael

I’m sure I am about to have a heart attack… or maybe I’m about to come in my pants from the need to be inside her. Blood rushes to my ears, making the city noises muffle under the roaring of my heart and the soft moans spilling from my Ciela’s lips. I close my eyes, sinking into the moment, feeling her body respond to my touch. It’s like an orchestra and I’m the one directing the sound. My fingers curl inside her—hitting that spot that makes her quake.

“Fuck… Yael,” she pants, making my cock twitch. Adri’s walls contract around my fingers, so tight.

“So wet,” I voice out loud, “Tan bella mi morena.”⁠* My eyes flutter open, just so I can sit back and watch her shatter for me. She rides my fingers, matching the rhythm of my fingers and taking everything she wants from me, because it’s only hers to take. She looks so beautiful, her green eyes hooded, lips swollen from kissing. And I can’t think of anything more perfect than her. Wild and coming undone from my touch.

My cock strains painfully against the zipper of my pants, and even though I'm desperate to be inside her, tonight won’t be the night. Gotta make her sweat it. Make her desperate for my touch. For me, not just my cock. Plus, I know her well enough to know she will regret it in the morning. Adri shoots up, her arms wrapping around her neck as her pussy flutters, telling me she’s close. My thumb circles over her clit, and the sound she makes goes straight to my dick.

“Fuck…” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

I chuckle at that, because I am going to stop. If she wants to come, it will be on my face. With that, I pinch her clit, making her scream and causing her pussy to clamp down on my fingers. Mi Ciela likes pain. Oh! This is new, but I think I like it.

“What… Why are you stopping?”

Pulling out of her, I bring my digits to my mouth and taste her. My eyes close, indulging in her heady taste, my taste buds coming alive. She’s divine, and I’m the fool ready to worship her, my tongue swirls around my flesh making sure to not waste a drop.

“Fuck, Yael, that’s...” She can barely speak. “You wanna taste me?” she asks, feigning timidness, and driving me crazy as she gathers her dress around her waist. The fabric of her pink panties ride high between her pussy lips, the middle part damp with arousal. A smirk forms at my lips; I nod, and she smiles, beckoning me forward with a hooked finger. “Show me...”

I chuckle, licking my lips, still tasting her on my tongue.

Without another word, I show her.

Turning my snapback around, I don’t bother removing the barrier between my mouth and her pussy. My mouth devours her, sucking in her panties until her juices coat my tongue. The taste of her explodes through my taste buds—making me groan into her center while making sure not to waste a drop. Her sensitive bud hides beneath the fabric; I find it, my tongue flicking around it, even through her panties. She moans loud, legs trembling as I continue my slow and deliberate pace. I indulge in every breathy groan, every twitch, every trace of her essence.

Once I’m done cleaning the fabric, using my teeth, I push the fabric to the side just so I can dip my tongue inside her tight hole. Drinking her straight from the source. Her hips grind into my hungry mouth, a prey begging to be devoured. Adri’s nails dig into my scalp, it hurts like hell, but I don’t stop. That’s it, baby. Coje todo lo que es tuyo.⁠* The feel of her encourages each stroke and plunge of my tongue. Her legs tremble before clamping around my head, her body bucking, trying to push me away.

“I’m about to—” she squeals, as if coming in my mouth isn’t already the point of eating like a starved man. I slap her pussy and hold her in place.

“Mine,” I growl, the sound vibrating into the sensitive nerve. She shudders, her legs falling open in sweet surrender as I continue to eat.

Her hips move in sync with my mouth, as Adri's body chases the sweet release only I can offer her. I groan into her when I feel her walls flutter around my tongue, and even though she’s shaking, I continue my torture, feeling her arousal and my spit drip down my chin.