She was mad at him, he could just tell. They just had sex for the very first time and she was angry. He tried to figure out what he did wrong. He wanted to smack himself in the forehead. They’d been discussing wedding dresses and he’d asserted he wanted her in white and the moment she indicated she didn’t want white, she frowned. To be fair, he frowned first.
She’d pulled away and lay in bed with her back to him. He cried suddenly. What had he done? He put his hand on her back. He’d just had the best sex of his entire forty year life and she was giving him the silent treatment minutes later.
“Crystal, honey…” Diego said softly, putting his warm hand on her back. He’d learned by now to barely touch her because she was so aware of her body in general that she could easily be overstimulated. She didn’t move. She was despondent, in a word. He rolled over, putting an arm around her and fitting his left leg in the contour of her left leg. This meant the maximum amount of skin to skin contact possible in that moment.
She sighed, moving enough to look at him, her body primarily in the same position and orientation. Just then, a wicked instrumental featuring the guitar started to play from her phone. He’d never heard it before, so he paused to listen, his eyes flickering toward her phone. “Plini,” she said.
He shook his head, turning his gaze back to her. “Plini is the artist,” she said, making more sense to him. The word Plini all by itself just sounded… odd.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked her, touching her cheek and looking into her eyes. His own eyes were still glistening, threatening waterworks again any moment.
“You don’t want me to be myself. You want some Barbie doll you can dress up however you please,” she said to him, calling him out on his attempt to dominate her into a white wedding dress.
He was ashamed of himself. She was right. He’d decided what she should look like without even talking to her. She was a fashionista, after all. He was an idiot for even thinking she wouldn’t have a strong opinion over what she wanted to wear to her own wedding. He knew she was married once before, and even then, her dress wasn’t white. It was maroon. She actually didn’t like it very much, she confessed to him, but it was before she made her own money to buy her own lovely things.
He just nodded at her, agreeing with her. There was little he could say. She wasn’t into apologies. In fact, she got sick of hearing him apologize long ago. She told him to stop being sorry and start changing. He decided to kiss all over her face, as he’d wanted to do at least a dozen times previously. He took his time, planting subtle kisses all over the place without rhyme or reason. And, when her eyelids closed, he ever so delicately placed smooches on each of them, as well.
“I love you more than I love the idea of a traditional wedding,” he told her, trying his best to soothe her. “I really shouldn’t have brought it up like that.”
“I know, you ruined the afterglow. That’s far better than the actual sex, too,” she said to him, her eyes hard and glittering like daggers. “It’s almost like being raped at the very last second,” she added. She looked away from him again, her body tense beneath him, like a tightly wound coil.
He sighed heavily and sought to hold her hand. He wanted to kiss her everywhere until she softened up, maybe working her clit with his mouth until she came again, but he had no idea if that’d work with her. She was too rational. She was upset for a reason and it wasn’t going to end until he fixed it.
He waited, hoping she’d give him a clue or the answer outright. After a while, he decided kissing her all over wasn’t a bad plan, so he started with the back of her neck, kissing over the nape to her shoulder, then along her arm as if he were Gomez and she were Morticia. Addams, that is. Her tension was easing up by the time he got to her elbow, so he thought he might be onto something. He continued until he got to the back of her hand, pressing his lips to her skin gently as he gazed upon her.
“May I kiss the bride again? I think I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and I have to start all over,” he murmured.
She gave him a long, hard look. He kissed the back of her hand a few more times, noting that she was melting a little bit with each kiss. He smiled at her beseechingly, hoping she’d let him try again. Hoping she’d at least let him kiss her happy once more, if that was even possible. He’d hoped so, fervently, after watching her melt little by little.
“Alright, Bugs Bunny,” she replied. “But you have to turn left this time,” she added, looking mischievous. The twinkle in her eye would slay him every time, he swore it. He delivered another tender kiss to her lips, his tongue questing gently for more. He was surprised when she moaned, his hand moving to her breast as the noise egged him on. His fingers were pinching delicately at her nipple, which hardened into a nub as he did so.
She looked at him longingly as he stopped to gauge the situation. He wanted to be sure she wanted the attention first, especially after she slung the word rape at him just a few minutes before. Even his fingers went slack, to which she pouted at him. “Don’t you dare stop. You owe me one delectable afterglow,” she declared, putting a smile on his face.
He strummed softly but insistently at her nipple, her face betraying her desire as the smile fled for a soft moan. He rolled her over toward him far enough he could pull said nipple into his mouth. His eyes were on hers, a quizzical expression on his face as he got closer and closer. She nodded to him and he latched onto her teat, licking and sucking gently. She didn’t make any noise until his machinations became more fervent. She touched his cheek, smiling at him as he worshiped her nipple. Her other hand rubbed over his body until she found what she sought: his penis. She wrapped her fingers around him, rubbing along the shaft slowly.
“Does this mean it’s Christmas in July?” she asked him coquettishly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. He realized that she’d never really fluttered them as effectively as just now. His dick throbbed in her hand in response, his heartbeat starting to race. He shook his head, tugging her tit to and fro, making sure not to apply too much pressure to her sensitive flesh in his mouth.
“Nope,” he said around her. “It means it’s our anniversary.” She smiled at him, shaking her head just a little.
“I wonder if I’ll ever understand you, boy,” she said to him. He would’ve taken offense to that if he didn’t know by now she was referencing Peter Pan, pretending to be Wendy for a moment. He smiled at her as he finished rolling her over so he could work on pleasing her other nipple. She moaned at him, her fingers finding her clitoris as he continued to lap and suck at the pink skin.
Her nipples were almost perpetually hard, he’d noticed. If they weren’t already hard, it only took a little stimulation to get them there. He decided it was an incredibly lovely feature, and it might’ve been her loveliest if he didn’t just notice she began to touch herself.
“Mind if I go in for a closer look, lady love?” he asked, glancing down at her nether region. She blinked at him thrice before nodding, giving him permission to be a pervert in stereo. He kissed down her body until he reached her lower abdomen, then paused to stare as she rubbed her own clitoris, allowing him to watch up close.
It wasn’t long before his tongue replaced her hand. He’d taken her hand in his to hold, threading his fingers in her. He had no idea what he was in for, but if he thought the sounds she’d made while riding him were amazing, they were nothing compared to this. He used his free hand to rub up and down her thigh sensuously, eliciting a loud noise from her. He paused and looked up at her in askance, making sure this was pleasure instead of pain.
“Diego, for the love of GOD, do NOT stop,” she told him, squirming in the absence of his tongue’s ministrations. “I mean, unless you don’t want me to come all over your beautiful face… That is an option,” she murmured. He put her hands in his hair, giving her permission to boss him around. She pulled his face back to her body, though not all the way… she met him halfway.
Hot diggity, was that arousing to him. He loved how much she participated in the act, how exuberant she was. How she wanted to give as much as she wanted to take. He toyed with the entrance of her vagina with a finger, rubbing it delicately along the slit to draw out any moisture. He found she was incredibly slick, alright. That was much faster than anyone else he’d ever taken to bed, that was for sure. He slowly worked his finger into the folds of flesh as he rubbed his tongue against her clitoris, spelling out random things to amuse himself such as “oh my fucking god are you hot” and “I love you.”
She started to pant and moan at the same time, the sounds coming more and more quickly. He did his best to continue his languid approach, which was rewarded by an outcry of delight as her hips pressed her flesh against his face. He smiled around the nub of flesh in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as gently as he could manage, trying not to overstimulate but also trying to keep her thrumming with pleasure.
“Di… Di… Diego,” she moaned, brokenly, “I’m about to… I’m going to…” and just like that, she screamed in agony, trembling uncontrollably as her body jerked to and fro. He pulled back from her, unsure whether what just happened was good or bad. He placed his hands on her thighs and waited, looking up at her. “T-t-too intense, young man,” she whimpered at him. She lie still as her body recovered, breathing raggedly and trying to catch her breath.
He moved into the missionary position without penetrating her, gently kissing at the swell of her bosom. “My apologies, I’ll be better in the future,” he said softly. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he added as he waited for her to look him in the eye again. She shook her head slowly, her eyes opening to look at him.
“It… it’s okay once in a while if we get carried away,” she said, flushed from the over-stimulation. He carefully kissed her face, taking care not to be abrupt, waiting for her to recover from the sensations. After a few long moments, she was breathing normally and had her legs wrapped around him. He smiled at her, using his fingers to guide himself into her void.
He watched her avidly, moaning and whimpering as each inch of his hard cock invaded her pussy in slow motion. She was looking him in the eyes this time, so he continued, thrusting in extra slow and long strokes, pushing himself into her for the entirety of his length and then withdrawing almost completely. She was going absolutely crazy beneath him, her fingers digging into his back slightly as she moaned and whined softly.
He decided to pause, flexing the muscles that made his cock waver to and fro instead of thrusting into her. She clung to him as she came again. His eyebrows rose. He’d barely done anything and already she was over the edge. He waited for her eyes to open again before he continued. This happened a few more times, then her body completely relaxed beneath him and her reactions became more predictable.
She looked up at him apologetically the third time he paused, deep inside her as her body shook from the pleasure. “Th-this is part of overdoing it,” she told him. He’d watched her eyes roll back into her head that time and it concerned him, so he stayed still. That’s when she’d relaxed, actually. And it’s also when she started to move her hips, angling them this way and that. She was participating again. In fact, her hips were starting to pick up speed.
He kissed over her neck, showing her his hunger with his lips as he let her take over. He liked that she took charge of the situation. She was moaning again, but this time there was no mistaking it for anything but incredible pleasure. “Kiss me,” she demanded. He smiled right before pressing his lips against hers, their tongues mingling as he moaned into her mouth, succumbing to desire as she rode his cock. She moaned, too, a low but loud noise, ending in a whimper as she came with him.
He kissed her a few more times, keeping still since she was doing all the work again. Then he looked at her, taking her in, trying to gauge her mood. “More?” he asked her softly, his hands finding her breasts to squeeze them gently. She nodded at him, “Yes, please, master.” She was smiling, infectiously, at that. He smiled back at her and started to move his hips gently into hers, his mouth finding her nipple once again.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned loudly. He paused, looking up at her with her flesh still in his mouth. “Keep going, baby, it’s so good.” He was positively glowing. He’d never felt this appreciated before in his entire life. He felt like a god as she squirmed and moaned beneath him, pink from the blood rush of heightened pleasure. “Yes, oh, YES!” she cried, her back arching, her breast pushing at his mouth as she came again for him. He ached, undulating his hips slowly, wanting to make her the happiest woman alive. He, too, wanted to come again, but he was waiting for it to happen naturally.
She looked at him with the expression he’d seen across the bar when he’d given Allison the advice she herself hadn’t. He felt like he was her world as she openly adored him. He felt powerful. He felt like a man. The epitome of man, no less. And she was the epitome of woman. Soft, beautiful, and pliant. More than pliant, though. Eager. And, before he knew it, she was chanting his name as her hips crashed into his, trembling with ferocity as her body registered another orgasm. This time, she brought him with her, and he moaned her name as he came inside her.
He found himself kissing all over her face again, doing his best to keep the contact subtle and light as he held her. “I love you, Crystal,” Diego murmured to her.
And that’s when Crystal woke up from her wet dream. She cried then, covering her face. She didn’t have his consent to dream about him. She was utterly ashamed of herself. As if that beautiful man could ever want her.
Little did she know, Diego woke up from the same dream, wishing he was holding her close to him.
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