Page 51 of A Coffee Away

His wicked smile was the only sign I needed. He was done with softness. Gripping me tight, he pushed all the way inside. My moan echoed around us, and then we both lost it.

“So fucking tight.” He thrust inside me again and again.

My body melted into him.

With one hand, he squeezed my hip, and with the other, he stroked my cock. He hit that spot inside me again, and my orgasm built. He knew how to touch, how to push and move to make me come undone.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t hold it anymore.” He panted.

The pleasure grew to new heights as his thrusts became more desperate. Animalistic.

He was waiting for me, giving me the power back. The control. He closed his eyes, the veins in his neck evidence of how close he was to losing himself inside me.

I squeezed my ass, aching for him to let go. “Come, baby. Fill me up.”

Esteban captured my gaze. “Come with me.”

His order was all I needed. Strings of cum fell all over my abs as I surrendered.

He rubbed his palm over my stomach, painting my body with my seed like a canvas as he fucked me hard. “Fuck, baby. I… Fuck!”

He groaned. His biceps tensed. His veins popped out all over his strong arms as he pulled me against him, coming hard. It was a sight to behold. The night sky shone behind him, making him seem ethereal in his ecstasy.

He fell onto me, then flipped me over so I was the one straddling him. He cupped my cheek and pulled me into a loving kiss. “You’re so damn beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I could say the same.” I caressed his right dimple as he smiled.

We stayed there in our secluded spot, watching the vast space as it shone above us until exhaustion overtook us and we fell into it together.

Chapter 12: A Fresh Start

Robbie

Esteban’s warm kiss met my neck.

I shivered.

His sexy chuckle had me almost on my knees, ready to worship him.

“I’m going to the gym. See you at our spot?”

I nodded and turned in time to see his perfect ass as he bent over to grab his duffel bag. “After your run?”

He smiled at me. “Yeah. Six.”

“Sure. I think I’ll be finished by then.” I glanced at the canvas.

Our feet were the only evidence of us in the painting. The rivulets of the waves caressed the beach as a lover’s touch, and the dark vastness of the ocean met the starry sky at the horizon, making the painting seem infinite. Never-ending. The Maunabo lighthouse stood regal, its light reaching the horizon as it had years ago.

I wanted to preserve that night on a canvas so it would remind us of that moment every time we looked at it. When he was inside me as he took me on that sandy beach, soft and hard at the same time. Our breaths mingled with that of the sea. A sheen of sweat clung to our skin as our bodies clashed in an intimate rhythm that only our hearts could match. The sea breeze slid over us, slow and soothing, as we let ourselves fall into bliss.

This one was for us. For our home.

“Deja de hacer cerebrito.” Esteban’s sultry voice stole me away from my fantasy.

I jumped in place. I couldn’t help thinking about him when I was painting a post-sex memory. But I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of admitting it.

I elbowed him, my face warm. “Stop imagining things. I was not—”