Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Santi paws at either side of my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting up the skirt of my sundress but not bothering to take the time to remove it. The way he lifts my body with such ease has me grinning against his lips, and I bring my palms to rest against his stubbled jaw and deepen our kiss, not caring where I’m positioned so long as he continues to kiss me with such passion and raw need.
He hovers over me with his lower half pressed tightly against mine as he places me centrally in the bed. His elbows brace on either side of my head to support his weight, and even through the layers of his jeans and underwear, I can feel how thick and hard he is.
He pulls our lips apart and peppers soft, wet kisses across my jaw, earlobe and then down the column of my throat. I writhe impatiently beneath him and squeal loudly in pleasure when he pushes himself against my core.
“Santi,” I pant, and I know I sound desperate, but I am. “I need you. Now.”
I feel him smirk against my collarbone, and he sighs against my skin, his hot breath combined with the feel of his coarse stubble causing me to shudder lightly. My breathing hitches as he moves one of his hands to gather up the skirt of my dress further around my hips so that he has easier access to where I need him most while his other arm remains by my head, propping himself up so that he doesn’t crush me with his weight.
His calloused fingers brush over my wetness through my panties, and my hips buck instinctively against them, wanting more. It’s almost embarrassing - how wet I am - but I can’t think about that now, not as my primal instincts take over and I whimper and whine beneath him.
Santi pulls the side of the thin fabric away, exposing my damp folds to the warm air of my room, and a soft breath of air escapes my lips as two of his calloused fingers gently trace the length of my slit.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he says, his voice thick. “What a pretty little pussy. So much better than I could have imagined.”
The thought of him thinking about me like this causes me to whimper, and though I can practically feel his gaze burning into me, I can’t do anything other than squeeze my eyes tightly to a close. He glides his fingers up and down with ease, and by the time the pads of his fingers brush against my throbbing clit, they’re coated with my arousal.
My jaw goes slack as pleasure overwhelms my senses, and my hips buck uncontrollably again as he circles over the sensitive flesh.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Is this all for me?”
I nod rapidly, though I’m sure he doesn’t actually need the confirmation. After all, nobody else has ever had an effect on me like this.
It’s as if Santi knows my body like it's his own, and it doesn’t take much time for my legs to tremble violently, for my abdomen to clench and unclench at rapid speed as my orgasm approaches. It’s ridiculous, really; and I can only blame the constant tension that has been building between us for weeks for how quickly he’s going to send me over the edge.
I writhe beneath him as pressure and pleasure take over my body, and when Santi thrusts his long, thick fingers inside me while circling my throbbing clit with his thumb, I let out a loud shriek.
“So tight,” he says, sounding as though he’s speaking through gritted teeth.
I wonder how much of himself he’s holding back to get me where he wants me first.
“I’m close,” I tell him, shaking my head from side to side. “So… So close.”
“That’s it,” he murmurs in encouragement. “You’re doing so good.”
His words, his voice, his thick accent - it all serves to arouse me impossibly further, and it pushes me closer to the edge.
“Oh, god, Santi. I’m so close, I’m - I’m -”
I come with a moan, my forehead damp with perspiration as my body spasms beneath his.
I whimper at the loss of his fingers, and my eyes flutter open just in time to catch him placing his two glistening fingers into his mouth. My mouth goes dry as I watch his cheekbones hollow as he makes sure to thoroughly suck my arousal from them, moaning deeply in pleasure before he removes them with a pop.
Fuck.
That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I’m absolutely spent, yet I still smile almost dreamily when I hear the sound of the zipper of his trousers being pulled down. I’m still very much basking in the afterglow of my intense orgasm when he leans forwards, and I practically purr when his lips brush against my earlobe.