"Remove your briefs, Sir."
* * *
Damián swallowed. The woman clearly was on a mission, but was she ready to give him what he needed right now? In the heat of passion, she'd already fulfilled one of his fantasies, telling him she loved him. He wasn't sure he could take much more before he embarrassed himself—and scared the shit out of her.
"Savannah, I'm so close to losing it right now. I need to go take a shower and take Chico in hand first. Then why don't we get back to the original plan and just cuddle?"
"I. Said. Remove. Your. Briefs. And I mean now, Marine. Muévete rapido."
Even if Damián hadn't learned to take orders very well, he was going to follow this one. He pulled his waistband over the painfully hard Chico and skimmed the briefs over his legs, tossing them to the floor. Her gaze went to his dick, and her eyes grew wide.
"What's that?"
Santa Madre de Dios, had she blocked out what a dick looked like?
She leaned closer and totally missed Chico, touching the spot between his dick and his hip joint instead. "Why, it's a butterfly."
Oh, hell. She was looking at the tattoo he'd gotten right before he'd enlisted in the Marines.
This tat meant a lot to him, but wasn't one very many people had seen. He cupped her chin and guided her head back until she met his gaze.
"You'd flitted out of my life, mi mariposa. This was my way of keeping you with me—turned out I didn't really need any reminders. I could never forget you."
She blinked rapidly, then squeezed her eyes shut a moment, fighting her emotions again. She opened her eyes again and grinned. "That really sweet, but why would you put a tat there? It had to hurt like hell."
Not that he'd admit that to her. "I was getting ready to join the Marines. I couldn't exactly put a fucking butterfly tat on my chest."
She grinned. "I guess that might be a little awkward."
"Well, later I saw all kinds of tats I never thought I'd see on a Marine, but this one remained private from just about everyone."
She looked at it again and nibbled her lower lip. Chico bobbed, probably thinking she was looking at him. Damián's image of that sweet mouth on his dick, though, made him even harder.
Slow down, Chico. This is happening at her speed, even if it kills you.
She took a deep breath, lay back down, and met his gaze. "Straddle me."
"I don't want to trigger you with my weight."
"I'm not exactly sure how this feels, but I think the only weight you'll have on me is Chico—and I don't think he's going to trigger me."
Just what position did she have in mind?
He didn't have to figure it out for himself.
"You know I'll use my safeword if I need to. Right now, I want you facing me with your butt above my boobs and Chico resting between them."
Santa Madre de Dios.
Resting was the last thing on Chico's mind. Just hearing her command nearly made him cream. He didn't plan to mark her with his cum, but fuck, imagining feeling his dick between her breasts as they squeezed the life out of him…precum seeped from his dick. Not sure how long he could hold out, he assumed the position, knees inches from her armpits, barely brushing the sides of her breasts.
"I think you'll rest most of your weight on the headboard with your hands."
"You sure you haven't done this before?"
A guilty look passed over her face. "Bebé, none of those other men exist anymore. Just forget about what they…"
"No! I'm telling the truth. I've never lied to you."
He'd hurt her feelings. Great.
"Maybe I need to shut the fuck up and let you explain."
She grinned and glanced away once more, and her cheeks turned red. "While you were at work today, Karla and I—"
"Karla? I'm afraid she doesn't have the right parts for this position."
She took a deep breath and her breasts brushed against his ass. Chico bobbed, drawing her attention for a moment. She licked her lips. Damián closed his eyes, no longer able to watch.
"We were watching online sex videos in Adam's office—"
His eyelids shot open. "You and Karla were watching porn on Dad's computer?" Now there was something he'd never thought he'd need to picture. Whoever said the internet wasn't educational?
"No! Not porn. Just free YouTube videos."
What the fuck had they been learning down there? Hell, was she hotter than a firecracker tonight because she'd spent the day watching porn? "Did you enjoy figuring it out?"
"Enjoy? Of course not! The sex act was cold and disgusting. I already knew that, though."
Well, Chico, if she thinks that, you'd better hold on until I can get you into the shower.
"The people in the videos were so mechanical, and they seemed to be seducing the camera more than each other. Total turn-off. Karla thought it was hot, though, and said she couldn't wait to try it after the baby's born."
"Whoa. The last thing I want to do right now is think about Karla and Dad having sex."
"Sorry. Please don't tell on her. And don't think badly of Karla. I'm sure she would never have looked at something like that if she wasn't just trying to help me figure out how to make this work."
Think badly of her? He owed Karla dinner—Dad, too, for providing the computer—if Karla could help Savannah overcome some of her aversion to sex.
But they had a ways to go, and hopefully a long lifetime to explore together. "Savita, tonight has been one of the best nights of my life. Just being able to touch you, to watch you come apart when I give you an orgasm, is enough."
She shook her head. "It's not enough for me. I need…"
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Tell me what you need, Savita? You know I'd give you anything within my power."
"I need…" She opened her eyes and made eye contact. "I need for you to come, too."
He stopped breathing for a moment. "You're sure?"
"I think so, but I can't promise I won't get triggered by something I haven't anticipated."
He stroked her cheek. "The only promise I've ever asked or ever will ask is that you'll try. You've always fulfilled every promise to me, Savannah. You could never disappoint me."
Her lip quivered and he caged it, brushing his thumb over her lips.
"If I ever disappoint you, just know it wasn't intentional. I'm sorry I can't…you know."
"Say the words."
"I can't have sex. I'll never understand why people would want to—"
"What do you call what just happened here?"
"I think they call it foreplay."
He hadn't expected her to answer, but fuck, if that was foreplay, he was going to have one helluva ride with this woman. Someday soon, he hoped. He'd seen a lot of walls tumble down tonight.
The regret in her voice would have been funny if he didn't have Chico bobbing inches from her mouth.
"Foreplay is probably as far as I'll ever get. I do like the orgasms, but I don't want to have actual sex."
If you throw down any more gauntlets, chica, you're going to learn fast just how sexual you really are.
"You and I will determine what our relationship—sexual and otherwise—will be, bebé. Only us. I learned long ago in this community there isn't a one-size-fits-all to kink—and the same goes for sex, whether it's kink or vanilla. Couples communicate about what works for them, and from time to time negotiate to see if they want to try something new. Hell, I'd die a happy man if you just let me kiss Chiquita at least once a day."
She smiled. "She'd like that, too." Looking down at his dick, she became serious again. "Now it's Chico's turn."
Without hesitation, her hand grabbed Chico with trembling fingers and squeezed. Hard. He hissed in a breath and reached for her hand wanting to slow her down before he exploded, but she yanked her hand away as if burned.
"Don't control my hand, Damián. I have to do this myself."
Another fucking trigger.
Damián placed both hands a
t the back of his head. "Take your time." He tried to grin in a wolfish way, and she grinned back. Good. The tension had been broken, well, for one of them, at least.
She wrapped her hand around him again, the pad of her thumb brushing the notch near the head. When he grew wetter there, she froze again.
Stay with me, Savita. "That feels so good." She blinked, looked up at him, and smiled. "That's my girl."
She moved her hand down the column of his rigid penis, then released him. He wasn't going to survive tonight.
She nearly blew his mind when she lifted her head toward him and took the knob of his dick between her lips.
Damián leaned over and grabbed top of the headboard. Her lips pressed against him and she flicked her tongue on the underside of his dick.
Holy fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
No, Chico, you didn't get a FragO to fuck. She just said so.
But he planned to enjoy whatever the hell his princess slut had to offer.
He moved his hips and Chico slipped a little further into her mouth, but he pulled out quickly, not wanting to force himself on her. He waited to see if she'd come to him for the next stroke. Fuck. She did, taking him further inside her mouth, then releasing him, over and over. Watching her blonde head bobbing on the head of his dick made his balls tighten.
Chico, don't even think about shooting your load down her throat. That would end this ecstasy before it even started.
She compressed her breasts around his dick with her hands as she pistoned him with her lips. He held onto the headboard for dear life. Sweat broke out on his upper lip, and he closed his eyes, focusing solely on the pressure of her lips and breasts caressing Chico.
"Oh, bebé. That feels so good."
She stopped moving and giggled. It felt as though he'd had a bucket of ice water poured over him. Great. Maybe you should keep your fucking mouth shut and just let her do her thing. On the other hand, he needed to slow down. He wouldn't last much longer.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"The hair on your legs is tickling the sides of my boobs."
Sweet Jesús. She was killing him.
When she took his dick even deeper into her mouth this time, he groaned. His grip tightened on the headboard making his fingers go numb. "I think you'd better stop, bebé. I'm close to coming."
She released him and looked up. Her gaze was direct, innocent, and unquestionably sexual.
"Newly issued Frag Order, Sir. Come on me."
He had to be dreaming. "Come again, bebé?"
"No, thanks, I'm fine. For now, anyway. And before you ask me to define 'fine,' I mean that I am one very satisfied chica." She smiled. She wasn't innocent at all; she knew exactly what she was fucking doing and enjoying the hell out of his shock. "I said, I want you to come on me." A shudder passed through her that he felt in his thighs. She grew serious. "On my boobs, though, not my face."
Mierda. Way to send him on an impossible mission. It had been so long for him, the explosion of his cum would probably give her whiplash.
"I can't promise that at this angle. Do you want to try another position?"
"No. This is the one I learned!"
Her distress was real and he smiled, hoping she wouldn't get too hung up on this position. He just needed to come without triggering her.
"Why don't you just watch while I jerk off?"
Tears came to her eyes. "No. I want to please you the way you've pleased me so many times." She took a deep breath. "Then just aim for my breasts. You're a sniper. You should have good aim."
The image of his aiming his cum with precision made his balls ache. Chico needed no further invitation. He sought entrance to her mouth once more. This time, she took half the length of him and grazed the sides of his dick with her teeth.
He felt his cum pulsating up his shaft and pulled his hips back, until the tip of his dick pistoned in the tunnel of her breasts. Just a few more strokes.
Madre de Dios!
He closed his eyes and heard a splintering sound that didn't register right away, but with his white-hot cum shooting into the tunnel she'd made for him between her breasts, he kept pumping. Looking down to make sure she was okay, he watched his cum hitting her upper chest and jaw. "I'm sorry, bebé."
She smiled up at him. "No! I'm fine. Don't stop." She cringed as each drop hit her. She was doing this for him.
She compressed her breasts even harder against him. Fuck. The cum kept pouring out of him. He'd never had an orgasm last this long in his fucking life.
After a few smaller spurts, he knew she'd boob-fucked him dry. Seeing his cum shooting onto her upper body like that beat missionary-position fucking all to hell. If she wanted to keep issuing new FragOs for going on sex missions, he'd re-enlist for the rest of his life.
He tried to pry his fingers from their death-grip on the headboard and brought a piece of the decorative woodwork with him. Mierda.
"I think I broke the fucking bed!"
* * *
Savannah giggled, releasing some of the tension she'd been feeling.
Still straddling her breasts, he leaned over the side of the bed and laid the piece of broken headboard on the floor.
Damián Orlando had lost control one of the few times since she'd reunited with him last year. She'd done that for him.
"The sex-video people should have you as the star in one of their films."
He cocked his head. "You want me to be a porn star?"
"No! I'm saying, if they had someone who put his heart into the act like you did, then maybe those movies wouldn't be so boring. They just focus on the mechanics of sliding Part A into Slot B."
He chuckled and bent down to kiss her again. "Bebé, whenever you want me to demonstrate how to slide Chico's Part A into Chiquita's Slot B, just issue the Frag Order, and I'm on it."
The suggestive words sent a jolt to Chiquita. Savannah grinned. She'd certainly knocked down a lot of walls tonight, ones that she'd slowly built up over decades.
Maybe she should stop worrying about what she couldn't do and focus on what she could. Look at what she'd just done. Savannah Gentry had just let a man—no, not just a man, but Damián, the love of her life—come all over her. Even more amazing was she hadn't been triggered by anything from the past. She still had demons she knew would attack from time to time, but if she'd tried to protect herself from that possible trigger, look what she would have missed.
Watching his face as he reached orgasm—the play of pain and pleasure over his features—brought her a sense of accomplishment unlike anything she'd imagined sex could be. Empowering and totally unexpected.
"Bebé, sex happens 90-percent or more in the mind and the heart. Believe me, what you and I shared here tonight is a helluva lot more exciting for us because it's real. We share a commitment to each other." He bent to brush a kiss across her lips. "Plus that was just fucking unbelievable, mi mamacita. Thank you for doing that for me. Now, let me go get something to clean you up."
She grabbed his wrist when he would have moved away from her. "Wait!"
He looked puzzled, and she tried to find the words to express the many things rolling through her mind, but this moment wasn't about speaking the words. She needed to demonstrate what was in her heart.
"Lie down. Please…Sir." She grinned as Damián stretched out beside her and placed a hand on her hip to roll her to face him.
Glancing at the cooling pools of his essence dotting her chest, she reached up and drew the shape of a heart over her left breast. She focused on his warm, chocolate eyes. "You won my heart, Damián Orlando, the first time on a hotel bed in La Jolla." Tears stung her eyes and she swallowed past the lump growing in her throat. "And you've had a special place in my heart ever since. You gave me Mari, who is my very life's breath. I wouldn't be here today if not for the two of you."
Tears swam in Damián's eyes, too, not helping her at all to control her own. She glanced away.
"Damián, I love you more than I can say. I'll a
lways be wounded and a little messed up—"
He placed a finger against her lips and she glanced back at him. "Mi sueño, you are perfect. You always have been, from the first time I saw you sitting in that hotel restaurant in La Jolla."
He traced another heart, interlocked with hers. He lifted his gaze and grinned. "I like marking you with my cum more than with Karla's lipstick."
"Karla helped you with the scene in the dungeon?"
"Querida, you'd better get used to it. The people who frequent this club are one close-knit family. We laugh together, celebrate each other's joys, and cry over each other's pain. I've learned by the way I was accepted by the members here and at other clubs that's what the BDSM community is all about."
"I've noticed the members and owners here have a very special familial connection."
"Savannah, you were accepted into my family a long time ago. Dad would whip my ass if I did anything that caused you or Marisol to leave us. He loves you two like a daughter and a granddaughter."
More tears flowed. She'd fantasized about having a father—no, a real Dad—for most of her life. To find that at any time in one's life was a blessing. And now Mari had both a daddy and a grandpa, too, among so many others in Damián's family.
"I'd say it also sounds like Karla's accepted you into the sisterhood of submissives here at the club, if she had you over here watching porn with her all afternoon."
She laughed through the tears and thumped his chest. "You're not going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Not on your life, chica. I'll buy you a whole fucking video library if it gives you any more ideas."
"Fucking videos, huh? I think maybe we ought to make some of our own. They'd be more fun to watch."
The look on his face was priceless. Savannah Gentry and Damián Orlando starring in their own private skin flick. Too funny.
Damián grew serious. "Now, I have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."
Damián got to his knees beside her and Savannah's heart pounded. He pressed her shoulder back onto the mattress until she was looking up at him, and he reached his left pointer finger to her chest, where he wrote on her chest above their joined hearts as he spelled out the words MARRY ME?
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