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Chapter 7
Tiffany’s skinprickled and she moved her head on the pillow. She felt him moving over her, the sweet kisses he deposited on her bare back, before she even opened her eyes. Her pussy clenched in response, producing a shameful amount of cream. “Santiago,” she said, wondering if this was a dream.
“I’m too aroused to fall asleep.” He rubbed his dick against her backside. “Turned on by the woman laying naked next to me.”
He rolled her on her back and she giggled. A candle still burned on the nightstand, the only light outlining his handsome features and big frame. The tip of his cock teased her clit and she moaned shamelessly.
“You’re so fucking hot.” She licked her lower lip. “I have to tell you something.” Maybe she couldn’t spill Patricia’s secret, but damn it, she had to confess how much she’d wanted him all those years. The dirty secret throbbed at the base of her throat.
He thrust into her, and she wrapped her legs around his perfect butt. “Tell me.”
“Is that how you conduct a conversation?” No wonder he always avoided talking to her.
As response, he retreated a bit only to impale her harder. A shot of adrenaline spilled into her bloodstream and she almost lost her train of thought. Almost. The mad arousal made her feel empowered, invincible, and she had to take advantage.
Her pussy lips clung to his dick without mercy. She clenched her inner muscles, and he groaned against her lips. “Do you have a problem with my communication method?”
“No.” Judging by his hot rod, he was the one with a problem she would be too happy to help. But not without untying the knot in her stomach. “I just can’t go on without saying this… I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. I’ve wanted you inside me like you are now pretty much from the first time I saw you.” Maybe she didn’t know it back then. As a teenager she didn’t name the furious desire making her hate him for not giving her attention.
He stopped moving inside of her, his dick still throbbing against her slick folds.
She swallowed, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake. But it was like she had jumped from a skydiving airplane… all she had to do now was open the parachute and hope it worked. The contours of his face hardened, and his serious expression almost stopped her from continuing.
Might as well tell him while he’s between my legs. “I’ve had these really strong feelings for you for a long time. I tried to ignore them, to date people, even to get engaged to someone else. But we’re here and I can’t fight it any longer.”
The intake of his breath filled the room.
She cupped him between her hands and said, “I love you Santiago. I have for a while.”
He stared into her eyes, and even though she couldn’t see him as clearly as she would have liked, the flickering in his irises got to her. At least some reaction. “Should I just get off the bed and dress myself?” she said. She’d told him she loved him—anything else belonged to a secret involving someone else.
He moved, his cock thrusting deeper into her. She gasped, thrown back by the sudden ardor traveling through her body. “You’re not going anywhere Tiffany. You’re mine now,” he said, his words causing every little hair behind her neck to sizzle on end. “Can I make you mine? In every way?” he asked gravelly. And by the looks of it he wanted to take it. To claim. To possess.
“Yes. God yes. Take me, Santiago. I’m yours. Fuck me any way you want.”
Growling, he slid his hand down her body, and soon he teased her clit. She moaned with a pang of urgency, and his lips fused on hers in the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. He kissed her with the urgency of a soldier coming home after a long draft overseas. His tongue meshed with hers, and he deepened the contact, making her lightheaded.
He nipped her lower lip, while his thumb worked her nub relentlessly. Ripples of pleasure shifted into a strong powerful wave washing over her. Violently. She hadn’t processed her orgasm… it just overpowered her, leaving her speechless besides the torturing moans escaping her trembling lips.
She barely recovered by the time he flipped her over on her tummy, and she breathed into the pillow.
He lifted her ass in the air, and murmured things in Spanish she imagined meant to seduce her, relax her. Quickly the post orgasmic haze vanished and excitement tingled in her core, awakening her arousal-o-meter before it had time to recover.
Why recover? She wanted to celebrate her being with him for once. Tonight would be just about them, no matter what. She’d be his any way he wanted—because what tomorrow brought she couldn’t guarantee.
He slid out of the bed, and she heard the sound of a couple of drawers opening. He had stayed in the room prior to her, and she remembered his designer toiletry bag still sat on the bathroom countertop when she’d used it.
The indent on the mattress announced his return, and she giggled inwardly. He parted her thighs carefully, and she expected him to start playing with her hole, but instead he started a vigorous massage on her buttocks.
“Hhhhhhmmm…” she sighed.
He stroked her cheeks, his palm warming her flesh, his fingers tapping and biting into her skin. She bit her lower lip, unable to suppress a moan. She couldn’t hide his effect on her if she tried. “So good.”
“You should see the view from here,” he said his voice strained. “I’m exercising my self-control.”
She raised her head and glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her. His eyes flickered with amusement, but the planes of his face tightened and hinted at his aroused state. Of course. She came before, and he hadn’t—and he had to. “I can suck you before you hhmmmmm.”
“Before I claim your ass,” he said in a thick accent, and juices now flowed from her pussy and slicked her thighs.
