I got myself all dolled up and waited for my man in heels

Hi, I’m Camila, and this is the first time I’ve dared to tell something so personal. I want you to know what it’s like to be with my man, with Damián, when the house falls silent and the night belongs only to us. How I ended up with him is another story, one I promise I’ll tell you soon. This one begins later, in front of the mirror, when I could no longer think about anything but him.

I’d been restless all afternoon. My body was asking for things no words can quite say. My mouth was hot, desire was climbing over my skin, an urgency that made me close my eyes every time I imagined his weight against me. It wasn’t just desire. It was a kind of hunger only Damián knew how to satisfy.

I got ready slowly, the way I like it, stretching out every gesture so that the waiting would also be pleasure. I chose black lace panties, the kind he says drive him crazy. I put on some white fishnet stockings that clung to my thighs, a short white dress that barely covered me, and some very high-heeled red pumps. When I slipped them on and looked at myself, I knew that night was going to be different.

I perfumed every inch of my body carefully, without hurrying. I touched up my makeup in the bathroom mirror, went over the red lipstick until my lips were full and shiny, exactly how I wanted him to see them. I looked at myself full-length, turned slowly, and for an instant I liked what I saw. I was ready. Ready for my man.

I walked out of the bathroom with a firm stride. My heels clicked against the apartment floor, a dry, rhythmic sound announcing my arrival. Damián was in the living room, and as soon as he looked up, he devoured me with his eyes. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. That look swept over me and left me trembling.

I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. We melted into a long, deep kiss, the kind that steals your breath. His tongue sought mine while his hands slid down to my ass and squeezed hard, pulling me against his body. I felt his hard bulge against my belly, and that alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

—I missed you —he whispered against my neck.

—Show me —I answered, biting my lip.

He lifted my dress without stopping kissing me. His hand slipped under my panties and squeezed again, this time harder, more possessively. I responded with the same intensity, digging my nails into his back. Suddenly the kiss softened. He began to trace my lips tenderly with his tongue, almost sweetly, while his index finger went down slowly and found the center of my body. When he found it and started massaging it softly, a jolt of pleasure buckled my knees.

I wasn’t going to last much longer like this.

Hungrily I took my hand to his crotch. I felt him fully over the pants, hard, throbbing against the fabric. I undid his belt with clumsy fingers, lowered his zipper, and slipped my hand in. When I felt every vein under my palm, my head stopped working. I could only think of one thing: having him all the way inside my mouth.

I made my way down little by little. I kissed his neck, his chest, gave his nipple a small bite that made him moan, and kept descending until I was kneeling in front of him. There he was, right in front of me, waiting.

I stroked him lovingly, captivated, savoring the wait as much as the moment itself. I brought my mouth closer slowly and started with small kisses: on the tip, in the middle, lower down, unhurried, enjoying every inch. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I took him all the way in. I lifted my gaze and locked it on his eyes with that look he knows perfectly how to read, the look of a woman who has no intention of stopping.

Damián placed a hand behind my neck. He pushed me firmly, taking me to the back of his throat, thrusting again and again. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I was getting off like few other times. When he stopped and let me pull back, long strings of saliva were dripping down my chin. I wiped them with the back of my hand and started again, this time calmer, licking slowly, swallowing every drop of his taste.

—That’s it, my love, just like that —he murmured, his voice broken.

I stayed like that a few more minutes, lost in it, until all of a sudden he grabbed my arms and lifted me up. I’m tiny, so he carried me with no effort, as if I weighed nothing. He took me to the bedroom and, without gentleness, threw me onto the bed. He positioned me on all fours, face down, with my hips raised.

He came up behind me. He started sliding his cock over my ass, brushing against me, pressing just a little, testing my patience until I felt myself melting. I begged him. I needed to feel him inside me, I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore.

—Please —I moaned—, don’t tease me anymore.

—I’m going to fuck you apart now, gorgeous —he answered, opening me with his hands.

He started to enter slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Pleasure and burning mixed in the same stab that stole my voice.

—Oh, slowly, my love, it hurts —I panted, clutching the sheets.

—Easy, like this, let me in —he said, unhurried.

—Yes, like that, go in slowly —I asked him, completely surrendered by then.

And suddenly he drove in hard. I saw stars, a brutal mix of pain and pleasure that tore a cry from me. He started pulling out and thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that grew firmer and firmer. I gripped the sheets with all my strength to withstand each thrust, moaning nonstop, feeling his body slam into mine again and again. It was exactly what I’d imagined hours earlier, in front of the mirror.

—Don’t stop —I begged him—, like that, Damián, like that!

He kept taking me in different positions. First with my legs over his shoulders, looking into my eyes as he sank into me. Then me on top, setting the pace, feeling in control of every movement. Then on my side, with his chest pressed to my back and his hand clenched around my waist. My body had already grown used to him, letting him in without resistance, opening to every thrust.

When we were both at the edge, he took me against the wall. He held me up in the air, my legs around his waist, and fucked me with all his strength. I felt every movement all the way in, deep, complete. Sweat slid over our skin and our moans filled the room.

—I’m not going to last —he warned me, his breathing ragged.

—Come in me —I begged—, I want to feel it all.

Damián pulled out at the very last second. The first spurt hit my chest, hot, thick. I sat up immediately, mouth open and eyes fixed on him, ready to take the rest. The next ones hit me straight in the face and in the mouth, and I didn’t close my lips for an instant.

—Take it all —he shouted, trembling.

I felt his cum sliding down my face, my chin, my neck. I didn’t let a single drop escape. I gathered it all with my fingers, brought it to my mouth, and swallowed it whole. It was thick, intense, delicious. I kept tasting it, looking at him, while he caught his breath.

Damián collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, with a satisfied smile. I curled up beside him, blissful, still trembling. With one hand I stroked his cock, softly, with no intention of stopping. With the other I touched myself, looking for my own ending beside my man. I didn’t take long. The climax hit me hard, biting my lip, my face pressed to his chest and his scent filling my lungs.

We stayed like that, tangled together, in silence. Little by little, sleep won out. I fell asleep with a grin from ear to ear, feeling loved, desired, complete. And with all his taste still on my palate, like a memory I never wanted erased.

That was the first night I dared to tell. It won’t be the last. With Damián, every time the house falls silent, I discover something new about myself. And believe me: I still have a lot more to tell you.