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She heard the rustle of a stool being dragged. He pushed it closer, and she was about to turn her head, when he sat on it and took her with him. Over his knee.
Oh God. More? A rock hard erection poked her belly. The man was turned on.
He began massaging her buttocks, and she fought the need to glance over her shoulder. She didn’t want the moment to end; him fondling her ass, his fingers kneading her searing flesh, her squirming on his lap. It felt so good.
A soft moan escaped her parted lips, and she clamped them shut. He nudged her thighs apart, and she didn’t dare deny him. When he caressed her inner thigh, she moaned again. Did this count as spanking aftercare? Because in that case, she wanted to sign up for more.
“Don’t stop,” she begged in a low voice she didn't recognize as hers. “Please.”
He groaned, and started to play with her folds. She bucked her hips again, unable to keep from moving. What the fuck was happening? He swatted her ass again, as if warning her not to move, but damn it, she couldn’t help it.
He teased her bundle of nerves. Oh no. She gasped, unsure if she would last with this insane pressure building inside her, and begging for release. He inserted one finger into her pussy. Oh yes.
He thrust another finger in and out, mimicking the slick moves she wanted his cock to do. She wiped sweat off her forehead. Snow might be falling outside, but indoors a volcano erupted.
When he upped his intensity, she lost any shred of rationality. Her body convulsed, and waves of pleasure spread from her core to her entire self. Contracting, then releasing. Contracting, then releasing even harder.
When the tremors subsided, she let out an audible sigh. It dawned on her the havoc she just experienced had been caused by the same guy still under her. She moved, and his hard-on poked her rib. Yup. He was still aroused.
“Why didn’t you leave when you saw me in the shower?” he asked, his sexy voice cutting the stillness.
She swallowed, and motioned to move but he held her in place. Her stomach sank, and she wetted her lips. “I… I liked seeing you. Turned me on,” she said, the grip of him on her wrist loosened but she didn’t feel like leaving. She stared at the floor, unable to believe she said those things to him. Half of her expected him to laugh at her and get her off him, but instead he put her on her feet and when her hands touched the edge of the kitchen island, he embraced her from behind.
“Why?” He shoved his fingers into her textured pixie until her neck stretched along his chest.
She spun her face a little desperate to see if the expression on his face matched the intensity of his voice. Unfortunately unless she let go of his embrace and fully turned around to see him she’d have to settle for imagining. An invisible cloud of warmth enveloped her. “Because you get me hot.”
He cursed in Spanish, and she thought he’d tell her to leave but instead he cupped her breasts, causing a painful tingle to move through them. She moaned, and he circled her nipples until they tightened to the max. She arched her hips against him, and the friction of her tender still throbbing flesh against his pants only added to her state of arousal. For a moment, she didn’t remember who she was—hell she didn’t want to. Instead, she focused on how he made her feel: sexy, wanted, and liberated.
She rubbed her back against his front, his growing erection the evidence she needed to know he too wanted her badly. “When I saw you touching yourself I wanted your cock inside me. I wanted you to fuck me.”
“Where?” he whispered, his breath fanning her ear lobe.
“My mouth. My pussy. Everywhere you want,” she said, her breath catching in her throat. The sensual massage on her breasts gave her the rush of a highly addictive drug spilling into her bloodstream. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to understand why her body felt so light though desire heaved.
He groaned. “Everywhere?”
“Y-yes,” she said, finding the kitchen spinning as she opened her eyes.
She heard the sound of his pants unzipping, and the clothes falling to the floor. Her heart sprinted like Usain Freaking Bolt. A flickering light inside her alerted her to the consequences having sex with Santiago could bring. But as soon as he nudged her thighs apart any doubt dissipated like powder into the sea.
“God, Tiffany. Why did you open the bathroom door? Why?” he asked more to himself than to her, like he cursed her for watching him—the same way he probably cursed himself for wanting her. Emotions welled up inside her: need, excitement and longing. Her palm slicked against the granite, sweat also sheening her forehead. Due to a snowstorm coming at any moment she should be cold and unfeeling. Sterile. Yet her entire body throbbed with heat, roaring for more physical contact from him.
The tip of his cock poked at her entrance, and her knees buckled under the sensation of arousal drilling her even before he completely plunged into her. She leaned into the island, worried she’d fall otherwise. He took advantage of the situation and pressed the small of her back so she pressed into the granite and her ass stuck out.
His strong hand on her back kept her in place.
“Yes.” She hissed out, encouraging him to plunge into her and make her forget about anything else. “More.”
He spoke in Spanish, his voice so coarse he seemed to choke on each word. Santiago draped over her, and when he kissed her neck a million trills raced through her. With painful tenderness, he deposited pecks on her flesh, and she sighed like an infatuated schoolgirl after receiving a love note. He then nipped the back of her neck, and she shook, letting out a long drawn moan.
A part of her wanted to suggest they go to the bedroom for more comfort, but she preferred not to kill the mood. What if the logistics distracted him and he changed his mind? Besides, the dark atmosphere enhanced her already crazy hot arousal.
He nudged her thighs apart, and his fingers scissored her folds, sending a current of awareness to her core. His fingers slid into her drenching wet pussy, and a jolt of pleasure moved through her. “Tiffany…” he called her, pronouncing her name in a way that spoke of both admiration and dread. “Te deseo.”
“Yes. Yes.” She breathed, uttering the simple word that released a stampede of reactions. He positioned himself at her entrance while teasing her sex with his fingers. She bucked her hips toward him, unable to deal with the waiting tension. She wanted him to make her his even for a moment.
A moment she’d never forget.
