Nobody's Perfect (63 page)

Damián stroked her sweat-dampened temple. "Did you mean that, or was it just the moment of passion?"

She batted her eyelashes. "What? About losing your visitation rights with Chiquita?"

He growled. "You know exactly what I mean."

She reached up and stroked his cheek. "I could answer that, but words are empty. Let me show you."

Remembering the video she'd watched, she took a deep breath. She'd already used ideas from the video tonight. She could do this.

"Remove your briefs, Sir."

* * *

Damián swallowed. The woman clearly was on a mission, but was she ready to give him what he needed right now? In the heat of passion, she'd already fulfilled one of his fantasies, telling him she loved him. He wasn't sure he could take much more before he embarrassed himself—and scared the shit out of her.

"Savannah, I'm so close to losing it right now. I need to go take a shower and take Chico in hand first. Then why don't we get back to the original plan and just cuddle?"

"I. Said. Remove. Your. Briefs. And I mean now, Marine.
Muévete rapido.
"

Even if Damián hadn't learned to take orders very well, he was going to follow this one. He pulled his waistband over the painfully hard Chico and skimmed the briefs over his legs, tossing them to the floor. Her gaze went to his dick, and her eyes grew wide.

"What's that?"

Santa Madre de Dios,
had she blocked out what a dick looked like?

She leaned closer and totally missed Chico, touching the spot between his dick and his hip joint instead. "Why, it's a butterfly."

Oh, hell. She was looking at the tattoo he'd gotten right before he'd enlisted in the Marines.

This tat meant a lot to him, but wasn't one very many people had seen. He cupped her chin and guided her head back until she met his gaze.

"You'd flitted out of my life,
mi mariposa
. This was my way of keeping you with me—turned out I didn't really need any reminders. I could never forget you."

She blinked rapidly, then squeezed her eyes shut a moment, fighting her emotions again. She opened her eyes again and grinned. "That really sweet, but why would you put a tat there? It had to hurt like hell."

Not that he'd admit that to her. "I was getting ready to join the Marines. I couldn't exactly put a fucking butterfly tat on my chest."

She grinned. "I guess that might be a little awkward."

"Well, later I saw all kinds of tats I never thought I'd see on a Marine, but this one remained private from just about everyone."

She looked at it again and nibbled her lower lip. Chico bobbed, probably thinking she was looking at him. Damián's image of that sweet mouth on his dick, though, made him even harder.

Slow down, Chico. This is happening at
her
speed, even if it kills you.

She took a deep breath, lay back down, and met his gaze. "Straddle me."

"I don't want to trigger you with my weight."

"I'm not exactly sure how this feels, but I think the only weight you'll have on me is Chico—and I don't think he's going to trigger me."

Just what position did she have in mind?

He didn't have to figure it out for himself.

"You know I'll use my safeword if I need to. Right now, I want you facing me with your butt above my boobs and Chico resting between them."

Santa Madre de Dios.

Resting was the last thing on Chico's mind. Just hearing her command nearly made him cream. He didn't plan to mark her with his cum, but fuck, imagining feeling his dick between her breasts as they squeezed the life out of him…precum seeped from his dick. Not sure how long he could hold out, he assumed the position, knees inches from her armpits, barely brushing the sides of her breasts.

"I think you'll rest most of your weight on the headboard with your hands."

"You sure you haven't done this before?"

A guilty look passed over her face. "
Bebé
, none of those other men exist anymore. Just forget about what they…"

"No! I'm telling the truth. I've never lied to you."

He'd hurt her feelings.
Great.

"Maybe I need to shut the fuck up and let you explain."

She grinned and glanced away once more, and her cheeks turned red. "While you were at work today, Karla and I—"

"Karla? I'm afraid she doesn't have the right parts for this position."

She took a deep breath and her breasts brushed against his ass. Chico bobbed, drawing her attention for a moment. She licked her lips. Damián closed his eyes, no longer able to watch.

"We were watching online sex videos in Adam's office—"

His eyelids shot open. "You and Karla were watching porn on Dad's computer?" Now there was something he'd never thought he'd need to picture.
Whoever said the internet wasn't educational?

"No! Not porn. Just free YouTube videos."

What the fuck had they been learning down there? Hell, was she hotter than a firecracker tonight because she'd spent the day watching porn? "Did you enjoy figuring it out?"

"Enjoy? Of course not! The sex act was cold and disgusting. I already knew that, though."

Well, Chico, if she thinks that, you'd better hold on until I can get you into the shower.

"The people in the videos were so mechanical, and they seemed to be seducing the camera more than each other. Total turn-off. Karla thought it was hot, though, and said she couldn't wait to try it after the baby's born."

"Whoa. The last thing I want to do right now is think about Karla and Dad having sex."

"Sorry. Please don't tell on her. And don't think badly of Karla. I'm sure she would never have looked at something like that if she wasn't just trying to help me figure out how to make this work."

Think badly of her? He owed Karla dinner—Dad, too, for providing the computer—if Karla could help Savannah overcome some of her aversion to sex.

But they had a ways to go, and hopefully a long lifetime to explore together. "
Savita
, tonight has been one of the best nights of my life. Just being able to touch you, to watch you come apart when I give you an orgasm, is enough."

She shook her head. "It's not enough for me. I need…"

Her eyes squeezed shut.

"Tell me what you need,
Savita
? You know I'd give you anything within my power."

"I need…" She opened her eyes and made eye contact. "I need for you to come, too."

He stopped breathing for a moment. "You're sure?"

"I think so, but I can't promise I won't get triggered by something I haven't anticipated."

He stroked her cheek. "The only promise I've ever asked or ever will ask is that you'll try. You've always fulfilled every promise to me, Savannah. You could never disappoint me."

Her lip quivered and he caged it, brushing his thumb over her lips.

"If I ever disappoint you, just know it wasn't intentional. I'm sorry I can't…you know."

"Say the words."

"I can't have sex. I'll never understand why people would want to—"

"What do you call what just happened here?"

"I think they call it foreplay."

He hadn't expected her to answer, but fuck, if
that
was foreplay, he was going to have one helluva ride with this woman. Someday soon, he hoped. He'd seen a lot of walls tumble down tonight.

The regret in her voice would have been funny if he didn't have Chico bobbing inches from her mouth.

"Foreplay is probably as far as I'll ever get. I do like the orgasms, but I don't want to have actual sex."

If you throw down any more gauntlets,
chica,
you're going to learn fast just how sexual you really are.

"You and I will determine what our relationship—sexual and otherwise—will be,
bebé
. Only us. I learned long ago in this community there isn't a one-size-fits-all to kink—and the same goes for sex, whether it's kink or vanilla. Couples communicate about what works for them, and from time to time negotiate to see if they want to try something new. Hell, I'd die a happy man if you just let me kiss Chiquita at least once a day."

She smiled. "She'd like that, too." Looking down at his dick, she became serious again. "Now it's Chico's turn."

Without hesitation, her hand grabbed Chico with trembling fingers and squeezed. Hard. He hissed in a breath and reached for her hand wanting to slow her down before he exploded, but she yanked her hand away as if burned.

"Don't control my hand, Damián. I have to do this myself."

Another fucking trigger.

Damián placed both hands at the back of his head. "Take your time." He tried to grin in a wolfish way, and she grinned back.
Good
. The tension had been broken, well, for one of them, at least.

She wrapped her hand around him again, the pad of her thumb brushing the notch near the head. When he grew wetter there, she froze again.

Stay with me,
Savita
. "That feels so good." She blinked, looked up at him, and smiled. "That's my girl."

She moved her hand down the column of his rigid penis, then released him. He wasn't going to survive tonight.

She nearly blew his mind when she lifted her head toward him and took the knob of his dick between her lips.

Damián leaned over and grabbed top of the headboard. Her lips pressed against him and she flicked her tongue on the underside of his dick.

Holy fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

No, Chico, you didn't get a FragO to fuck. She just said so.

But he planned to enjoy whatever the hell his princess slut had to offer.

He moved his hips and Chico slipped a little further into her mouth, but he pulled out quickly, not wanting to force himself on her. He waited to see if she'd come to him for the next stroke.
Fuck
. She did, taking him further inside her mouth, then releasing him, over and over. Watching her blonde head bobbing on the head of his dick made his balls tighten.

Chico, don't even
think
about shooting your load down her throat.
That would end this ecstasy before it even started.

She compressed her breasts around his dick with her hands as she pistoned him with her lips. He held onto the headboard for dear life. Sweat broke out on his upper lip, and he closed his eyes, focusing solely on the pressure of her lips and breasts caressing Chico.

"Oh,
bebé
. That feels so good."

She stopped moving and giggled. It felt as though he'd had a bucket of ice water poured over him.
Great. Maybe you should keep your fucking mouth shut and just let her do her thing
. On the other hand, he needed to slow down. He wouldn't last much longer.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"The hair on your legs is tickling the sides of my boobs."

Sweet
Jesús. She was killing him.

When she took his dick even deeper into her mouth this time, he groaned. His grip tightened on the headboard making his fingers go numb. "I think you'd better stop,
bebé
. I'm close to coming."

She released him and looked up. Her gaze was direct, innocent, and unquestionably sexual.

"Newly issued Frag Order, Sir. Come on me."

He had to be dreaming. "Come again,
bebé
?"

"No, thanks, I'm fine. For now, anyway. And before you ask me to define 'fine,' I mean that I am one very satisfied
chica
." She smiled. She wasn't innocent at all; she knew exactly what she was fucking doing and enjoying the hell out of his shock. "I said, I want you to come on me." A shudder passed through her that he felt in his thighs. She grew serious. "On my boobs, though, not my face."

Mierda.
Way to send him on an impossible mission. It had been so long for him, the explosion of his cum would probably give her whiplash.

"I can't promise that at this angle. Do you want to try another position?"

"No. This is the one I learned!"

Her distress was real and he smiled, hoping she wouldn't get too hung up on this position. He just needed to come without triggering her.

"Why don't you just watch while I jerk off?"

Tears came to her eyes. "No. I want to please you the way you've pleased me so many times." She took a deep breath. "Then just aim for my breasts. You're a sniper. You should have good aim."

The image of his aiming his cum with precision made his balls ache. Chico needed no further invitation. He sought entrance to her mouth once more. This time, she took half the length of him and grazed the sides of his dick with her teeth.

He felt his cum pulsating up his shaft and pulled his hips back, until the tip of his dick pistoned in the tunnel of her breasts. Just a few more strokes.

Madre de Dios!

He closed his eyes and heard a splintering sound that didn't register right away, but with his white-hot cum shooting into the tunnel she'd made for him between her breasts, he kept pumping. Looking down to make sure she was okay, he watched his cum hitting her upper chest and jaw. "I'm sorry,
bebé
."

She smiled up at him. "No! I'm fine. Don't stop." She cringed as each drop hit her. She was doing this for him.

She compressed her breasts even harder against him.
Fuck
. The cum kept pouring out of him. He'd never had an orgasm last this long in his fucking life.

After a few smaller spurts, he knew she'd boob-fucked him dry. Seeing his cum shooting onto her upper body like that beat missionary-position fucking all to hell. If she wanted to keep issuing new FragOs for going on sex missions, he'd re-enlist for the rest of his life.

He tried to pry his fingers from their death-grip on the headboard and brought a piece of the decorative woodwork with him.
Mierda
.

"I think I broke the fucking bed!"

* * *

Savannah giggled, releasing some of the tension she'd been feeling.