Chapter One
A delita had never had an orgasm.
She’d had plenty of sex, but had never
achieved a gut-wrenching, tear-your-soul-out climax. I was
determined to be the one to give her that moment. Not because I
owned a sadistic streak a mile wide. I simply had a deep-seated
desire to hear Adelita scream my name and feel her pastel-pink
nails dig deep into my wrist as she tumbled over the precipice of
release.
I had no idea why I’d made her lack of orgasm
my mission. Why I felt so flustered, and even a little perturbed,
about the situation. I only knew I wanted to be the one who gave
Adelita something she’d never experienced before. To be the one who
held her while she basked in the blissful haze of afterglow.
Adelita was the first woman I’d been with who
didn’t know what her body was capable of. I’d tried again earlier
this evening, seducing her as soon as she’d strolled through my
front door. Even as I’d been face-deep in her cunt, tonguing the
cute, delicate nub of her clit and kissing the glistening folds of
her pussy lips, it had become clear my valiant efforts weren’t
going to break the cycle. The suffocating heaviness of our
frustration had driven us to the corner pub where we’d ordered
drinks we didn’t want.
Now…I was brooding.
Adelita was crying. But the tears streaking
down her cheeks weren’t what clenched a tight fist around my heart.
It was the frustration—with me and with herself—saturating the
choking, smoke-laden air between us. She wanted so much to please
me, but all we’d discovered so far was the bitter sting of
disappointment.
However, if anything, I was damn persistent.
And stubborn. I wouldn’t toss in the towel without a tenacious
fight. I wasn’t going to give up on her, either. Or on my abilities
to make this woman come. I was going to have to be dragged off
Adelita kicking and screaming. Even then I probably wouldn’t stop
trying to break through the formidable wall her body, and mind, had
erected against pleasure.
I loved her too much to give up.
Adelita excused herself to the bathroom,
wiping her face as she started to thread her way through the crowd.
Along the way, she brushed off the advances of the few straight men
who had decided to brave Ladies Only Night.
Jackasses .
Usually the men who showed up when the place
was bursting at the seams thought they’d find a fountain of ripe,
untapped pussy. Those same men had the typical male attitude toward
two women being together. A one night, filthydirtyfuckme threesome where they made certain they spread their seed.
As I said…jackasses.
I’d given up on men as viable bed-mate
material in high school. Sure, that age was a little young to make
such a life-altering decision, but I’d always known I wanted eat
pussy and not suck cock.
Dangly bits did absolutely nothing for
me.
Adelita returned, the tearstains gone. Her
cheeks were tinted a faint pink, making the freckles on her skin
stand out even more. Gah, she’s adorable. And beautiful. And
mine. Why can’t I…
“There were some women in the bathroom.”
I snorted as I picked up my beer and tried to
shake off the gloomy thoughts running rampant through my brain.
“Only a few? Slow night.”
She slapped my arm. “That isn’t what I meant.
It’s just…I saw, I mean, they were...never mind.” She trailed off,
averting her gaze as she fiddled with her untouched bottle.
Something had certainly caught her interest.
Intrigued, I touched her chin, gently encouraging her to look at
me. She resisted, but finally her gaze met mine. In those sparkling
blue depths, I noticed her pupils were constricted. Combined with
her rapid breath, and the way she kept trying to break my gaze, I
knew she’d caught a glimpse of something exciting.
“You’re turned on.”
Her bare legs burned hot against my denim
clad ones. Struck with inspiration, I parted her thighs and tugged
her close. The gauzy fabric of her skirt slid up my forearm as our
bodies came
A delita had never had an orgasm.
She’d had plenty of sex, but had never
achieved a gut-wrenching, tear-your-soul-out climax. I was
determined to be the one to give her that moment. Not because I
owned a sadistic streak a mile wide. I simply had a deep-seated
desire to hear Adelita scream my name and feel her pastel-pink
nails dig deep into my wrist as she tumbled over the precipice of
release.
I had no idea why I’d made her lack of orgasm
my mission. Why I felt so flustered, and even a little perturbed,
about the situation. I only knew I wanted to be the one who gave
Adelita something she’d never experienced before. To be the one who
held her while she basked in the blissful haze of afterglow.
Adelita was the first woman I’d been with who
didn’t know what her body was capable of. I’d tried again earlier
this evening, seducing her as soon as she’d strolled through my
front door. Even as I’d been face-deep in her cunt, tonguing the
cute, delicate nub of her clit and kissing the glistening folds of
her pussy lips, it had become clear my valiant efforts weren’t
going to break the cycle. The suffocating heaviness of our
frustration had driven us to the corner pub where we’d ordered
drinks we didn’t want.
Now…I was brooding.
Adelita was crying. But the tears streaking
down her cheeks weren’t what clenched a tight fist around my heart.
It was the frustration—with me and with herself—saturating the
choking, smoke-laden air between us. She wanted so much to please
me, but all we’d discovered so far was the bitter sting of
disappointment.
However, if anything, I was damn persistent.
And stubborn. I wouldn’t toss in the towel without a tenacious
fight. I wasn’t going to give up on her, either. Or on my abilities
to make this woman come. I was going to have to be dragged off
Adelita kicking and screaming. Even then I probably wouldn’t stop
trying to break through the formidable wall her body, and mind, had
erected against pleasure.
I loved her too much to give up.
Adelita excused herself to the bathroom,
wiping her face as she started to thread her way through the crowd.
Along the way, she brushed off the advances of the few straight men
who had decided to brave Ladies Only Night.
Jackasses .
Usually the men who showed up when the place
was bursting at the seams thought they’d find a fountain of ripe,
untapped pussy. Those same men had the typical male attitude toward
two women being together. A one night, filthydirtyfuckme threesome where they made certain they spread their seed.
As I said…jackasses.
I’d given up on men as viable bed-mate
material in high school. Sure, that age was a little young to make
such a life-altering decision, but I’d always known I wanted eat
pussy and not suck cock.
Dangly bits did absolutely nothing for
me.
Adelita returned, the tearstains gone. Her
cheeks were tinted a faint pink, making the freckles on her skin
stand out even more. Gah, she’s adorable. And beautiful. And
mine. Why can’t I…
“There were some women in the bathroom.”
I snorted as I picked up my beer and tried to
shake off the gloomy thoughts running rampant through my brain.
“Only a few? Slow night.”
She slapped my arm. “That isn’t what I meant.
It’s just…I saw, I mean, they were...never mind.” She trailed off,
averting her gaze as she fiddled with her untouched bottle.
Something had certainly caught her interest.
Intrigued, I touched her chin, gently encouraging her to look at
me. She resisted, but finally her gaze met mine. In those sparkling
blue depths, I noticed her pupils were constricted. Combined with
her rapid breath, and the way she kept trying to break my gaze, I
knew she’d caught a glimpse of something exciting.
“You’re turned on.”
Her bare legs burned hot against my denim
clad ones. Struck with inspiration, I parted her thighs and tugged
her close. The gauzy fabric of her skirt slid up my forearm as our
bodies came
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