Page 58 of Harmless
“Can I please make you come now, paloma?” I whispered over her clit, the little pearl begging to be touched.
That snapped her back into bossy mode. Her head jerked up, cheeks flushed and eyes determined with need. “Yes. Be a good boy and make me comenow, Santos. Do your job and please me.”
“Yes, paloma.” I flattened my tongue over the top of her cunt, pressing down while I stroked two fingers inside her. She was so wet, I couldn’t wait to suck her taste off my fingers.
I spread and curled the digits inside her, giving some friction to her inner walls while my hand rocked in and out. Down below, I was vaguely aware of my hips moving in the same motion. Fuck, I wanted inside her so bad, but this was what she wanted. Her pleasure overrode mine, always.
“I’m so close…right there…don’t stop…oh fuck, Santos!”
Her delirious chanting was music to my ears, the sound I marched to steadily with my tongue and fingers. When the orgasm finally hit her and her body convulsed under my ministrations, I still didn’t stop.
Only when she pushed my head away did I release her clit and withdraw from inside her. Still, I lapped at her sensitive skin, kissed all around her gorgeous cunt that was now swollen and flushed with her pleasure. I was content to stay here, licking and kissing between her legs until she no longer needed me.
After a few minutes of that, Rori leaned forward and shoved roughly at my shoulder. Her feet planted firmly on the floor while I remained kneeling in front of her. A small spark of worry struck my chest. Did I do something wrong?
“Take your clothes off, Santos. Now.” Rori was already whipping off her leather jacket and shirt. “I need to see you and touch you while I fuck you.”
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Santos hurried to obey me, which sent such a rush through me, it almost resembled an orgasm. He tore his clothes off and flung them to the floor without care. All good with me. I didn’t want a slave. I wanted a man who was passionate and wanted to please. From the sight of his cock bobbing stiffly as he stripped off his pants, he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
His fast stripping left him standing, so I decided to fix that quickly. “Kneel.”
Santos dropped to his knees in front of me like he was before. Fuck me, was there anything hotter than this huge warrior of a man kneeling at my feet? Right after he ate me like I was the finest meal he’d ever had, no less.
He was beautiful to behold, all scarred, sun-kissed skin and swaths of muscle. A dangerous killer, but no threat to me. Like a wild animal I’d bonded with but could never be truly tamed.
Santos’ breaths were relaxed, though his body was taut and alert. His eyes, framed by those incredible dark lashes, followed me as I walked a slow, observant circle around him, though he remained facing forward as I came around to his back.
“Do you like what you see, paloma?” he asked, patient and still while my eyes feasted.
“Very much.”
There wasn’t as much scarring on the wide expanse of his shoulders and back. If someone managed to attack him from behind, he likely wouldn’t be kneeling so nicely in my bedroom right now. He had a perky, squeezable ass too, perfect for grabbing onto while he thrust into me.
“You can touch me anywhere you want.” His head turned to the side, revealing the slope of his nose, chin, and luscious mouth. “Please touch me, paloma.” His voice took on a pleading tone that was somehow still rich, deep, and masculine. His submission to me did nothing to take away his raw masculinity. If anything, his trusting me enough to relinquish sexual control made him even more of a man to me.
I started a touch in the center of his back, letting my fingertips drag up the length of his spine. Santos’ head tilted back towards me with a reverent sigh, like this one touch was all he needed to be satisfied.
“You really want me to use you?” My palm reached the nape of his neck and slid around to his throat, tracing over his Adam’s apple and the dip between his collarbones.
“Yes,” he breathed, his throat moving against my fingertips.
“Any limits?”
He hesitated. “No violence on either end. No humiliation or degradation either.”
“Got it.” I leaned down, letting my breasts press to his upper back. My hands slid down over the flat planes of his chest, massaging over the strong drumbeat of his heart. “How about I tie your hands together and ride you? Since you’re being so good, I’ll let you touch me after I drain your cock of cum. How does that sound?”
Santos closed his eyes on a sharp inhale, dark lashes sweeping over his cheekbones. “I would love that. Please, paloma.”
I kissed his neck before standing, taking my time to nibble and pull at his warm, sensitive skin. “You are so damn sweet. I love you so giving and pliant like this.”
“Oh, you do?” Santos’ voice was teasing, breaking character for a split second.
I had picked up one of my boots and begun to pull the laces free when I realized what I’d said.
