Love Turns With Twisted Fates 2 by Caleigh Hernandez

torture for the both of us. When I feel him bottom out, I
start with a slow grind and a swirl of my hips. The friction against my clit
nearly unbearable, it elicits a groan from him.
    I can feel my next orgasm building with each grind and
swirl. My nails digging into Diego’s shoulders, I mentally ready myself for the
impending climax. Diego’s hands are all over me. Laving my pebbled nipples with
soft swipes of his tongue, he combines it with the tugging and pinching of his
fingers, the contrasting attention a heady combination. When he bucks his hips,
my rein on my release is severed and I dig my nails in riding out the
mind-blowing orgasm. Whimpering when Diego shakes his hips, he draws out my
climax with every shudder.
    I collapse against Diego’s chiseled chest, panting. Diego
nuzzles the space behind the lobe of my ear. “My turn,” he says. I can hear the
smile in his voice. He fists his hand in my hair pulling me up to look at him
and crushing my mouth with his determined lips. Plying my lips open with his
tongue, I can taste myself on him.
    Pushing up with his other hand against the glass, Diego
lifts us from the floor. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, the
action causing me to clench my pussy around his buried cock and creating a
hitch in his step.
    Diego lowers us to the bed and effectively removes himself
from me. I whimper at the loss, but I’m quickly assuaged when he sucks in a
taut nipple between his lips and simultaneously plunges a finger into my still
wanting pussy. He switches between each breast, kneading and massaging one
while he orally fixates on the other.
    I’m breathless when the bed dips and his body is no longer
on mine. I look up to find the man grinning like a kid in a candy story,
pleased with his spot at my apex. He quirks an eyebrow before diving in lapping
up and drawing out my juices. His relentless tongue builds a resurged need for
release.
    On the precipice of what could be described as the mother of
all climaxes, Diego is up and over me in a flash. His eyes are asking me for
the permission he doesn’t need. My own eyes tell him to take me, all of me.
    Without hesitation, Diego is buried deep, pumping in and out
of me, chasing his finish. His pace is punishing. I can feel the throbbing in
my pussy as he drives me towards another orgasm. Determined to make him come
undone, I match the pump and swirl of his hips into me. The added action makes
my pussy clench harder around his delirium inducing cock.
    I keep Diego’s gaze as he closes in on his climax. Ready to
make the man let go, I reach down between our sweat-slicked bodies for my clit.
I begin to rub slowly, increasing the speed as he does his pace. I see the
moment Diego is about to crack, I clinch harder. In the next, he’s shouting his
release with my name.
    We lay there, in the middle of the bed with him hovering
over me and both of us thoroughly sated. I close my eyes to steady my pulse and
catch my breath. He has a knack for robbing me of it. I relax into the bed.
    Just as I’m slipping into dreamland, Diego slips out and off
of me. “Let’s go, bella .” He’s lifting me, cradling me as he did before.
This time I’m too spent to argue. He places me on the counter in the bathroom,
so he can turn on the water for a bath. Satisfied with the temperature of the
flowing water, he adds an obscene amount of bubble bath soap.
    Returning to the counter, he lifts me up and carries me to
the tub, careful to let me adjust to the water with my feet first. I lower
myself the rest of the way in and wait for Diego before I settle back into the
steaming water.
    With Diego at my back, I shift to lie on my side against his
chest, snuggling into the place beneath his chin.
    “Hey, D,” I say through my post-sex haze.
    “Yeah, Iz?”
    “You know I love you, right?”
    “Not as much as I love you, mi bella preciosa. ”

Chapter Four:
I Like It, I Love It
    September 1998
    That should do it . I finish combing out the