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He joined their fingers, and she secured her other hand around his dick as she lowered her head. When his tip touched the back of her throat, he saw nothing but the darkness of his closed eyelids.
“Vai, senta gostoso, vai.” He kissed her clit. “Ride me hard, querida.”
She hummed a moan, like a melody, and it brought him so close to the edge that the beads of fluid spilling from his tip felt like a miniature orgasm.
He thrust up into her mouth while simultaneously relishing in how soft her pussy felt against his lips and tongue. A few times, he breathed an apology against her slit because he thrust too deep, but she only paused for a moment before taking him back into her mouth.
Then, her body went stiff.
He latched on until her climax pealed through the villa, and then he covered her with his mouth, his tongue going from rapid to gentle flicks until she shuddered.
“Você é um amor.” He kissed her swollen lips, licked. “So sweet.”
When he prepared himself to ask if she was ready to take him, she swallowed as much of him as her throat would allow. Then he resumed his thrusts until ecstasy hit him like a brick wall.
He flooded her mouth.
“Fuck, Sayeda.” He hissed, his body spasming. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
This time, she took everything he gave her without spilling and without so much as a cough.
Still, he wanted more.
They attacked each other, touching like two people who hadn’t seen each other in months, except for outside of their fantasies, from the most lewd to the most chaste.
“Can you take it hard?” he asked, but he was already sliding inside her drenched pussy, and he didn’t stop until she gasped.
At first, she met him stroke for stroke, but then he remembered the desert, the loneliness. He remembered missing her, wanting her, needing her. As hard as he fucked her, she was so wet, he slipped in and out of her body despite her walls hugging him like they’d missed him all the same.
She moaned as if they were making love in the middle of nowhere, and he groaned as if there was no one around for miles. Then she did the thing he liked—one of them, anyhow. The thing that drove him crazy.
She tried to grab the sheets.
Her back arched as she writhed.
Those beautiful eyes rolled back.
“I missed you, Sayeda,” he told her again, tension building in places he couldn’t pinpoint, mixing with a tingle that he would spend a decent portion of the night chasing, over and over.
“Baby, I missed you too,” she said. “So much.”
Their interlude ended with her explosion, followed by his less than a full second later. He unloaded inside her, his shaft beating against her walls until she was spent and he was empty.
Momentarily satisfied, he fell toward her.
“Adrían, I’m yours,” she said, her fingers playing in his damp hair strands. “No matter where I go, I’ll always be yours.”
“And you’re mine.”
She laughed. “That’s the same thing.”
“As long as we’re both on the same page.” Smiling, he kissed her forehead. “I’m yours too, querida. All yours.”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Sayeda gestured to a chair, her legs like jelly and a tenderness setting in between them that she didn’t exactly hate. “Sit, Adrían. The food’s ready, and I can’t wait to hear as much about your training as I’m allowed to hear.”