Chapter 11

“Mierda!” he gasped, laughing as he tried to squash my roaming fingers. I continued the torture, however, because it pleased me.

Finally, he rolled us over, our bodies shoving the small table closer to the TV as he placed himself on my lap. He was heavy, but I loved his weight on me. We were both panting and giggling like teenagers. It felt good—so did the hard-on that had grown in my shorts while we played around.

I watched his face above me as he sobered up. “What are we doing?” he asked.

“We’re taking the next step, thank God,” I replied, as I ran my hands over his arms, and reached around to squeeze his firm buttocks.

“You’ve never been fucked before, amorcito. You sure about this?” His concern warmed me, but I needed this to happen, more than anything else in my life, because it would show him how completely I trusted him—and us—together.

I surged up against his ass and used my fingers to rub the cock tenting his own shorts. “I’m sure. Just…take it slow, is all.”