Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

The offensive sunshine spearing through a gap in the curtains wasn't enough to put a damper on Thiago's mood. After their first round of lovemaking, he and Jerricka had come together twice more before dropping into slumber. The last time was in the shower they were supposed to be using to wash away the remnants of their previous rounds.

It was barely four hours ago, but he and his cock were awake and ready for more of his Dulzura's velvet sweetness. Being inside her was his new addiction—one from which he never wanted to be cured. There was never a question of whether he would stay over when they were done. They both slipped into bed and drifted off to sleep with her soft body cuddled close, and her head on his chest.

Lying on her side, facing away from him, the curve of her shoulder was exposed. But the bed coverings hid the rest of her voluptuous frame from him. That wouldn't do. Her even breathing shifted letting Thiago know luck remained on his side. She was waking up.

One arm slipped beneath the covers to curl around her waist as he scooted in closer to her naked form. Another pleasant surprise he'd learned about his Dulzura after their shower session—she typically slept nude. It suited him just fine, since it was easier access.

Access he planned to take advantage of at that very moment. Holding one of her breasts in his hand, he lightly squeezed the generous globe before taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a pinching twist. Not hard, but with enough force to have the desired effect.

Thiago was rewarded when Jerricka's plump bottom wiggled against his erection, drawing a groan from him. He rocked into the movement enjoying the feeling of her plushness against his hardness.

Trailing kisses from her shoulder, making his way up her neck, he stopped at her earlobe, catching it between his teeth for a second before releasing it.

"Morning, Dulzura." Thiago heard the extra roughness added to his voice from sleep, making it even deeper than normal.

"Mmm...Morning. It feels like we aren't the only ones awake."

When she reached between them and her soft hand made contact with his hardened length, Thiago was ashamed of how close he came to blowing his load from the simple touch. It was almost as if he'd been transported to his youth when the only person who touched his dick for pleasure was him.

"What are you trying to do, Mr. Dominguez?"

Pumping his hips to glide his dick against her fingers, Thiago nuzzled her neck.

"You."

Putting words to action, Thiago pulled himself from her enticing digits, lifted her thick thigh, holding it up as he reversed direction unerringly guiding his stiffness into her heated core. The feel of her velvet walls encasing his length made him grit his teeth in an effort to hold himself together. Even with her slickness coating his shaft, he knew slamming his entire cock into her wasn't an option.

Pleasure was his goal. Forcing her to take all of his thickness before she was completely ready wouldn't help him in said goal.

"Ohh... Thiago..."

Hearing Jerricka breathily moaning his name was essentially the green light—especially when she did it while rolling her hips and arching her back to allow her to take more of his tunneling length. And, since she asked for it, Thiago was more than willing to give it to her.

His thrusts were measured, tempered by her responses to each one. He allowed her vocal reactions to lead him to their highest pleasure. Seizing a pillow, he rolled her onto her stomach with the padding tucked beneath her hips. Never missing a stroke, he straddled her legs, continuing to work her pussy like the most important job of his life.

Watching his length disappear and reappear beneath the rounded globes of her plush ass turned his dick from hard to granite. Grabbing two hands full of the jiggling tribute, he angled his hips to give her every possible millimeter of his throbbing length. Her lusty moans escalated to a crescendo, and her channel clamped tightly around him as she reached her peak.

Her walls rippling around his cock was his undoing. Grunting, he fell forward, plastering his chest to her back while his hips jerked to a rhythm he couldn't control. They didn't stop until he'd emptied every drop of his cum inside her heated core. Breathing heavily, he dropped a kiss on her cheek before he captured her lips in a lazy smooch.

After a few moments, he pulled his flaccid length from her warmth and rolled to his side. The bedcovers had been tossed away, so he wrapped her in his cocoon of arms and legs to ward off the chill. It didn't hurt for the by-product to be her body pressed against his.

Jerricka didn't complain. Instead, she snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss on his pectoral. Thiago was content to stay just as they were for however long she desired. But, the world wouldn't allow it. Buzzing preceded the voice of a well-known drag queen singing, You Better Work .

Groaning, Jerricka attempted to burrow farther into his embrace. Her words were muffled against his chest, but he heard them.

"No... I don't want to."

The singing continued for a few moments then stopped—only to start again less than thirty seconds later. Grumbling, Jerricka sat up next to him. A pout scrunched her pretty face while she stared at the offending device face down on her nightstand. Finally, she picked it up. However, she didn't answer the call. Instead, she waited for the singing to stop again before swiping the screen to unlock the phone, then tapped out a text message.

Almost immediately there was a ding indicating a reply to her message. A cross between a grunt and a giggle issued from her.

"Is everything okay?"

Thiago didn't need to know who was calling at the butt crack of dawn. Okay. That was a lie. He did need to know. But considering the less than twenty-four-hour length of their relationship he knew asking wouldn't win him any points. So, he went another route.

Jerricka placed the phone back on the night stand. Again, face down, before she replied.

"Yes, it's fine. I broke the bestie rules. I was supposed to call or message last night and I forgot. If she hadn't fallen asleep herself, the call probably would've come in much sooner."

"Would that be the bestie who got you to sign up for BBDA? You should've answered. I owe her a thank you."

Jerricka's eyes widened at the suggestion. "No, I shouldn't have, and you don't owe her a thank you."

Tugging her back to his side, Thiago tucked her beneath his arm.

"Of course, I owe her a thank you. If she hadn't convinced you to sign up. We never would've met."

Her cheek grazed his chest when she shifted to look up at him. He worked not to get distracted by how good it felt to have her soft curves pressed against him with no barriers between them.

"You don't know that. We're both fans of women's basketball. I don't have floor seats, but last night wasn't the first game I attended. There was always the chance we could've met there. Or around the city. You never know."

Hugging her tighter to him, he let one hand roam free over her curves landing on her hip with his fingers lightly gripping her ass.

"That sounds good in theory. But in this reality, your friends and my mama put us on the path much sooner than either of those possibilities. I've been going to games for years, and I've lived in Logan City since my parents relocated from Texas when I was ten.

That's a lot of years where I didn't know we shared an area code. So, I'm okay with giving credit where it's due."

Jerricka walked her fingers over his chest, and Thiago caught them before she could tweak his nipple. She learned of his sensitivity to touch there the previous night and seemed to get great joy out of exploiting it.

"If you're talking to my besties to say thank you, does that mean I need to call your mother to tell her she did good when she signed you up? What if your next date is better than this one? I can't be the only woman who double tapped on your profile."

Thiago stiffened. "Let's get something out of the way."

Lifting her to lay completely on top of him, he tilted her face upward to his. His fingers gripped the back of her neck while his thumb rested on her pulse—feeling the thuds of her heartbeat.

"There aren't any other dates. It doesn't matter who double tapped on my profile. I only responded to you . I only chatted with you . And I only wanted to meet you face-to-face. So, again. No. Other. Dates."