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“It’s all I want.”
Another ‘you don’t even know me’hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I stopped myself, realizing how serious he was.
And how much I wanted the exact same thing. Right now, while I still had him.
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Ikissed Santos in reply, sealing the deal for both of us. He returned it with equal fervor, pulling me in with that possessive hand on my ass, and I let myself slowly crash into him.
Santos shoved away all of my dress fabric that was pooling around us, his hands running up my thighs to my hips like he couldn’t get enough of me. His cock was long and thick behind his pants, and I wanted to shove away his clothes like he was doing with me. But I forced myself to wait, to run my aching core over him from base to head. My hips lifted and lowered, simulating riding him at a slow, tantalizing pace.
“Mm, should’ve known you’d be a tease.” He grinned, holding my waist to guide my movement.
“Foreplay isn’t just for women, you know.” I leaned in to kiss his neck and maybe also to kiss some of his bruises. I wasn’t fucking joking about killing whoever did this to him.
“I know. It’s just…”
I nipped at his earlobe when he trailed off, and a sexy moan rolled out of his throat when I ground harder against his erection. “Just what?”
“I was gonna say it’s been a while since I’ve done this, but that’s not exactly true, is it?”
“That wasn’t sex. You were being used.” I eased back in his lap and pulled at the ties on his linen pants. “I bet you weren’t even being pleasured, were you?”
“Mm, no.” His dark eyes fell between us to where I’d freed his cock and stroked him. He was so hot and rigid, the thick length of him pulsing against my palm. “Not like this. No one’s ever touched me like you.”
I had a feeling he was flattering me again just to be sweet, but the words made me smile and flush with heat all the same. I wanted to believe him. And damn it, he deserved to feel good after everything he’d been through.
Sliding backwards off his lap, I held his gaze as my feet hit the floor first, then my knees as I separated his thighs to make room for myself.
“What are you doing, paloma?” His voice was low, eyes hooded behind those dark lashes. His fingers trailed over my arms, my shoulders, and neck. He touched me like he was endlessly in awe of me and stared at me like my beauty was something to marvel at. I knew I wasn’t a cave troll or anything, but no one had ever looked at me likethat.
“Giving you what you want.” I kissed one of the bruises on his ribs, just barely brushing it with my lips so as to not pain him. Then I kissed one on his lower stomach. “What you deserve,” I added.
“I want to please you too.” Santos traced my cheekbone with his thumb. “I want to make you come and hear you say my name as I get you there, over and over.”
“You will.” I placed a kiss on the deep line in his hip crease, squeezing harder around his cock as I stroked upward. “When I come back for you.”
“Aurora,” he rasped in frustration.
“Santos,” I answered, looking up at him. “I can’t be selfish with you. Not right now. Please, can you understand that?”
Before he could answer, I lowered my mouth to him, sliding my lips and tongue over his blunt head until his chin tipped up with a moan.
“I…guess I can live through this,” he sighed in answer.
I laughed a little, then dragged a long lick from the sensitive tip to the base of his cock. “Besides, you’re injured,” I pointed out, licking my way back up. “I want you fully recovered and far away from this place when you fuck me.”
“Can’t happen soon enough.” Santos caressed my neck, pushing my hair out of the way as I savored him with my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You feel, uh, so fucking good...”
His praise encouraged me, and I started to suck him in earnest, working the entire length of him with my hand and mouth. In truth, it was all his nonverbal reactions that made me feel like a fucking goddess. His soft moans and hisses of breath. The subtle rolls of his hips to drive deeper into my mouth. The way his grip tightened on my hair or shoulder when he felt especially good.
Too many times I had given blowjobs where it felt like I was slobbering on an inanimate object, not a person experiencing pleasure. It got my anxious spiral rolling, wondering if I was doing it well enough or if the guy actually liked me. With Santos, I had none of those thoughts. His responsiveness was not only reassuring, it turned me the fuck on. I didn’t have to touch myself to know my panties were soaked.
My hand went there anyway, partially to soothe my clit that was aching to be touched but also to see his reaction.
Santos’ cock jerked against my tongue, his breaths getting even more ragged. “Oh yes, touch yourself for me. I want you to come. Be a little selfish for me, paloma.”
