Chapter Twenty-eight – Pillow talk

She froze, her eyes locked with his. She could write amazing sex scenes and had her own more tame sessions. But men never seemed to enjoy it when she was on top and she quickly assumed that it was her and that she was doing something wrong but she wasn't sure what it could have been.

 "Ramon, I…"

 "Cara mia, get out of your head. And forget any past fucks you had," he told her, cutting her off. He took her hand and placed it on his hard dick. "That is from you; from watching you in this robe and from tasting those breasts. Please do not think I will not enjoy something when I enjoy you in general." What did she have to fight against that? She had already experienced him, had already felt how this was all different; so why did she think he wouldn't enjoy this just because assholes from her past didn't?

 With that, she pushed his pants down and took his dick in her hand, her thumb rubbing along the tip and rubbing the juices over it. Yeah, he was hard and ready for her and that was yet something else to help her get out of her own head. She smirked and situated her aching core over his dick and slowly slid down, causing him to groan loudly. Even she had to gasp at the things she was feeling now that she hadn't before. He was deeper and God, he filled her up even more.

 She dropped her head to his shoulder, fighting off the wave of pleasure that was building up. She never thought it was possible to come instantly, but hell if this one time wasn't proving her wrong. Guess like everything else, you just need a way better lover than she had in the past. His hands ran up her legs and thighs and clenched her hips.

 "I love feeling you, cara mia; you are so amazingly tight. But I need you to move before I go crazy and take you from below and I do not want to do that, not yet. I want you to set this pace and enjoy this as much as any other time."

 She lifted her head up and locked her gaze with his as she lifted herself up and in the same slow manner came back down, earning herself a low growl from him. She smiled at him and his eye brow rose up and she couldn't help but wonder how far she could push him before he took the control from her? Or before he lost control in general? That was something she wanted to see. Yes, she had seen moments but Ramon still had some control. She really wanted to know if anyone ever had, although she doubted that. So she really wanted to be the one to make him lose it all.

 She kept her movements slow, her eyes locked with his. But she could feel the tension roll through both of them. He kept clenching his jaw and she was almost tempted to give in to him. But she was having fun with this torture. Having fun watching him, having fun listening to his sharp in takes of breath, and having fun feeling his hands on her body holding her tighter, as if that would make her go faster.

 "Fuck Jeanette, you are killing me. This pace is driving me crazy." She rotated her hips as she slid down on him and kissed along his neck.

 "What are you going to do about it?" She stopped with her love bites and pulled back to look at him, her slow mind driving pace the same.

 "Do?" he repeated, almost like he didn't understand what she meant, like he didn't know he could take the power away from her. But then it hit her. It wasn't that he couldn't, he knew he could, but he didn't want to. He wanted her to lead them, to give them what they both wanted and it was something that many hadn't done before. And if it was possible, her heart fell a little more for him.

 Her gaze once again locked with his as her pace picked up and she rocked her hips against his. He broke the contact first and threw his head back, a low groan passing his lips. "Oh shit Ramon."

 "Yes, cara mia, that feels fucking perfect. Ride me just like that." She moaned as his hands ran over her hips and around to cup her ass, urging her on even more. "God damn, no one has felt this good, not like this. I think you lied, you know what you are doing."

 "You are the first man who has said that." And with that, she captured his lips as she rode him even harder, crying into his mouth at the pleasure she was getting. She was moving faster with every rock of her hips and she knew that she was on the verge of coming undone. And she could feel it in him too.

 His breath hitched within his chest, which she felt pressed against hers. His hands and nails scrapped more over her skin as if they were trying to find something to latch onto for when they went over the edge. His body tensed up, ready for the plunge into the pleasurable bliss. And all of it gave her a high she didn't know about, nor one that she knew she was chasing. But now getting it, she wanted it over and over again.

 "That is it cara mia, let me feel you please."

 "Yes Ramon!" In the heat of the moment, she forgot they were outside where anyone could hear them. In fact, she just didn't really care. She wanted him and only him. Wanted the pleasure she could give him, wanted the pleasure he could give her, wanted his name on her lips and wanted his sign of approval as he caressed her skin.

 Her arms tightened around his neck as she started shaking in his arms, her release more mind blowing there her others. She was beginning to wonder if the next one would always be better than the last. She cried out, her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as Ramon cried into her neck, his pleasure evident in the sounds he was making and how his arms held her even tighter. Her head fell onto his chest as she collapsed against him, causing him to grin.

 "That was simply amazing bella (beautiful)." She turned her head and looked up at the dark sky, grateful that it was dark enough to hide her blush. She wasn't sure why she was though; she knew that he always seemed ready to enjoy sex with her. "Come, lay down with me, this is a view you will not want to miss."

 He lifted her up and laid down on the couch, holding his arm out for her to lie on, which she did. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and covered them, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Her eyes glanced over the sky but she couldn't figure out what he wanted her to see. Sure the stars were gorgeous and bright but she wasn't amazed at their beauty.

 Then her eyes drifted to the east, to the full moon peeking out and she gasped. It was so big and so close and she knew that this was a view she would not long forget. In fact, she wasn't sure she had seen anything as beautiful. And being in his arms made everything so much more romantic.

 "I have never shared this with anyone else Jeanette. I often plan my trips so I can watch the full moon. There is something romantic, beautiful and peaceful in watching it. And most people would not understand why I would like it but I know you would." She fought hard to keep the tears at bay. The simple fact that he would open up about that, that he would get into something else so personal and loving with her meant more than she should have felt. And the fact that he was right made the tears come even more. But the one fact that probably killed her the most and made the tears even worse? She had never had this sweet bonding and pillow talk before and she was very worried that she wouldn't hear it again.

 She couldn't talk because she knew that the tears would escape. So she nodded in agreement and enjoyed this breathtaking view in silence while she struggled to keep her heart from breaking.