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He continued to flick her clit with his thumb, while his tongue started to stroke her folds and savor her pearly cream. Hhmmmm. Deliciosa. Whimpers escaped from her mouth and rivaled the noise from outdoors. She shoved her hands into his hair, her fingers pulling his head closer.
She gasped. “This… is… incredible.”
And it was about to get better for her. He deepened the movements of his fingers while mercilessly teasing her clit with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, and he felt them stiffening, like the rest of her body, only to spasm immediately after.
He couldn’t disclose his wanting her for all those years. But tonight he’d show her with his body just how much he desired her. He’d show how much he cared for her.
A part of him melted, and he didn’t even fight it. He was done fighting against his feelings.
* * *
Wow. Tiffany stared at the ceiling. The scent of pine trees, her arousal and fresh linens mixed in the air. She reached for the carafe on the nightstand, and poured herself some water. What the hell just happened? Things had always been strange between the two of them, but tonight took the cake. From spanking her, to screwing her, to insulting her, and now—pleasuring her? Although she had to admit… she liked him pleasuring her the best. “God.” She drank a big gulp, then set the glass back.
“We’re not done,” he said, and she guessed she’d be destroyed when he was done with her. What would happen after?
I’m dying to find out.Would the reality of sleeping with him surpass her forbidden fantasies? “Good.”
“I spanked you, fucked your beautiful mouth. Screwed your hot body. But I’ve never kissed you before.”
“Then by all means, let’s fix that mistake.” Her insides sizzled. Oh, yes. This really happened. She sat up on the bed, and let go of the sheet she almost ripped in half when he gave her mind-blowing orgasms. She wanted to face him.
Licking her lips, she looked at him. Silver specks shimmered in his eyes, and he cupped her chin. She took a deep breath, and a part of her returned to her days as a teenager, when she’d kissed boys on dates and imagined they were him. When she’d even said yes to Emilio’s proposal, while wishing he were Santiago. There was no other man for her, and there never would be. Her stomach sunk. She… loved Santiago.
Loved. Her heart raced, in tandem with her emotions.
She linked her arms around him, bringing him closer. He growled, and lowered his lips to hers. For a moment, they barely touched, yet the simple rub of flesh on flesh sent a shot of arousal through her. Then he moved his lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth for his entrance.
He slowly explored the corners of her mouth, his tongue teasing her senses. She felt light-headed, and leaned into him for support. Encouraged, he quickened the pace of the kiss. Their teeth grazed, and tongues meshed. His arms fell around her, slamming her against his muscled pectorals. A surge of need seared her nipples, sensitized by the crush against the hair dusting his chest. Kissing him equaled to the first lick of a warm, fresh out of the oven pie. There was no way she’d stay away from the rest.
All of him was just too freaking male and magnificent.
All of him… was hers. At least, for now.
He brought her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her on her tummy. Then he slid out and stood behind her.
He nudged her thighs apart, and she reveled in the warm sensation of his finger touching her. God. This time, he didn’t take as long as he had before he sucked her. Santiago teased her with the tip of his cock, and currents of excitement threatened to undermine her.
“Please. Please.”
“I like it when you beg,” he said, and she could picture the devilish smile on his handsome face. “When I’m done fucking you, I’ll have entered you everywhere like you promised. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.”
She sucked in her breath. When she’d pleasured him, she’d had a hard time putting all of him into her mouth. He was large, thick, and downright gorgeous.
When he thrust his cock inside her, a temporary pain pinched her—but it only took her a few seconds to adjust to his size, and her pussy clenched around him, wanting to protect and keep him like an oyster did to a pearl.
She bent down a little more, trying to find the best way to accommodate him. He kneaded her ass, the tips of his fingers massaging in such warm, vigorous strokes she relaxed and welcomed his invasion as he began to move. He slipped in and out of her, until pleasure overcame any discomfort.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, and smacked her ass cheek.
Hhhmmm. What was he referring to? Having her at his mercy? Screwing her in an actual bed and not the kitchen? A warning sign chimed in her. Certainly, not sleeping with her…
“Tiffany. Are you with me?” he asked, landing another slap on her other cheek.
She blushed. “Yes. Of course. Sorry.” I am so with you, I am overthinking every little bread crumb. Oh God. I’m sad.
“You were distracted.”
