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’s hands slide higher along my thighs, his touch firm yet reverent, like he’s memorising every inch of me. The thought has my legs tightening instinctively around his waist, not-so-subtly pulling him closer, and I can feel the faint rasp of his breath against my cheek as his hard cock lines up perfectly against my core through our clothing.
His strength is effortless, holding me up against the wall as though I weigh nothing at all, and the thought alone sends a thrill through me.
I grind my hips down against his, my fingers tangling in his long dark hair and tugging lightly as arousal floods through me.
The low growl he lets out makes my abdomen twist and clench with desire, and I cry out as I repeat the motion, rolling my hips and feeling myself growing wetter and wetter against the seam of my panties.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice as rough as his stubble. His lips brush against my skin, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so consumed, so completely undone.
“Santi, please.”
He shifts his grip, pressing me more firmly against the wall as his hips lift in time with my downward movements. We moan in unison, his name escaping my lips again in a soft, dreamy sigh, and I feel his smile against my skin.
“Say it again.”
I laugh softly, my hands sliding down to his shoulders. “Santi.”
“Again.”
“You’re impossible,” I say, shaking my head but unable to hide my smile.
“And you’re irresistible,” he counters.
The moment feels endless, suspended in time; and I let myself get lost in it, in him.
I shift a little before I roll my hips against his again, revelling in the delicious friction that comes from grinding against his cock through his jeans. I repeat the movement again and again and again, panting into his mouth as he grips tightly to my hips.
His large hands snake around my back and then lower, his palms pressing firmly against the curve of my ass. My hips buck instinctively as the movement presses me even more against the outline of his erection, but I know I’m not going to be satisfied until he’s closer still.
The way that Santi kisses me has my head spinning, and I hum in approval as he grips my ass tighter and lifts his hips against mine. I giggle as he hisses sharply.
“Fuck, Olivia - I need you now.”
Before I can overthink it, I snake my hand between our bodies and brush my fingertips over the waistband of his jeans. His taut abdomen sucks in as he inhales a quick breath, and I bite down on my bottom lip as Santi raises his hips away from mine so that I can tug the dark material down his thighs.
His brilliant green eyes flutter to a close as I wrap my hand around the exposed length of his thick cock, and I can’t help but feel at least a little proud of the way that his lips part and his eyes squeeze tightly when I pump my hand up and down his length.
Encouraged by his laboured breaths, I continue with my ministrations, catching the little signs - his strong jaw clenching, his brow furrowing, his breath hitching - to establish what he likes, what he needs more of. His green eyes blink open into my own when I twist my hand and swipe my thumb over the damp head of his cock, and Santi moves to wrap his own hand around mine, effectively halting me from continuing.
His breath is raspier than I’ve heard it before.
“Olivia, you’ve got to stop,” he says. “If you -” he hisses as my thumb brushes against the weeping head of his cock before my hand lowers. “Fuck. If you want this to last, then you’ve got to stop.”
I’m far too overcome with lust and desire to think about anything other than having him inside me, feeling him fill me from this position, and I press an eager kiss to his mouth as I hook my fingers against my panties and pull them over to the side.
The sound of the material stretching meets my ears and I grin wickedly against his mouth as he lines himself up at my entrance.
We gasp together as Santi pushes inside, my arousal more than enough lubricant to allow him to easily slide in. He can’t fill me at once, though - my clenching walls won’t allow it - and my hands move to bury themselves into his thick, mussed hair as he slowly pulls his hips back before pushing forwards again.
He rocks against me several times, moving carefully until he has filled me completely. His lips ghost over my jawline, peppering kisses to my skin at random.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice deep and low. “Like you were fucking made for me.”