His voice had a rough note to it as he said, “Tienes una chocha tan linda.”
“What?” she mumbled behind her gag.
“I said you have a beautiful pussy. And it is. Do you want me to suck on that pretty pussy?”
She nodded vigorously and drew in a deep breath of anticipation as he rolled her over to her front.
“If I untie your hands, do you promise to behave?”
Giving him a pleading look she nodded again.
“If you’re a bad girl I’ll just tie you up again and continue teasing you.”
She tried to keep from glaring at him, but he must have noticed because he chuckled as he unbound her hands.
<...>She smiled at him, feeling too good to fight. “I do.”
He laughed and cuddled her close, his dick jumping inside of her when she involuntarily squeezed him. “Good God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
A giggle escaped her and she wondered at the light, happy sound. “Stop being such a whiner.”
''Mmm, feisty,” he gave her neck a sharp nip. “I like it.”
“You won’t like it when I kill you for letting her touch you,” she grumped, but cuddled closer.
“Why do you love me?”
“Fishing for compliments?” she teased.
“No…I just want to know why so I can keep doing whatever it is that makes you love me.”
“Oh, baby,” she lifted her head to kiss his chin, the note of vulnerability in his voice touching her deeply. “Just be you. You’re the man I fell in love with. All of you. The UFC fighter, the businessman, the asshole—”
She shook her head against his chest. “Admit it, you can be an asshole.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“All of you,” she continued. “I love all of you.”
He made a pleased sound and began to move inside of her again. The man must be snacking on Viagra because he seemed to have a permanent hard-on. His voice had a teasing tone as he said, “Do you love my dick?”
Warm tingles raced through her and she licked at the slightly salty skin of his chest. “It’s one of my favorite parts.”
“Hmmm, what are your other favorite parts?”
Once again she wondered if he was fishing for compliments, but it occurred to her that he’d dated woman who always wanted something from him, not Dallas himself. “I love your lips because they kiss me, your hands because they touch me, but most of all I love your mind and your heart because they define who you are, a strong, smart, and compassionate man. My man.”
His grunt made her smile as she continued to kiss her way across his chest as he moved slowly inside of her, a constant stroke that made her want to moan with pleasure. “My Amanda.”
Kissing her way up to his lips, she whispered against his mouth, “Love you.”
“Love you too, mi querida.