Page 47 of Fever

“Put your hands on the wall above your head and don’t drop them,” I commanded. Before she could respond, I entered her from behind, sinking my rock-hard erection so deep Santana shot up the solid foundation. When she bounced back against me, her slippery pussy slammed against the base of my shaft, and a bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat.

Her body trembled spasmodically, and without giving her a moment of reprieved I pulled out of her, then back in, thrusting with a nefarious plunge. A crackling of heat struck me as I pounded her ass, molding her body against mine with each torrid plow inside her. Our bodies milled and the fullness of her ass held a perfect bounce.

“Aargh!” I growled as I pummeled Santana, saturated with her heated cum. Leaning in my strokes remained long, powerful, and robust each one causing another torrent of heat to consume me.

“Aaaaaa!” Santana cried out as she sent her fist flying into the wall. She panted, and her head fell back, but no code word came from her lips. The deeper I drove into Santana, the more her back arched giving me a different angle at her depth.

“Oh my God!” Santana cried as I pressed hungry kisses against her shoulder and sank my teeth into her flesh. She slapped the wall with her hands, and a shudder wave down her soft body. I rocked her bottom, digging so deep we was sure to burst through the barrier of sheet rock that kept us separate from the next room. A wail spilled from her blissful lips, and it sang out before sinking into a whine. “I can’t… fuck… take it, baby…” she cried.

I pulled my mouth from her shoulder and growled up to her earlobe teasing her flesh with my teeth. “You know that shit turns me own, don’t you?” My hips rocked into her, and another flush of wet heat coated my shaft. “You can take it can’t you baby?” Santana’s head rolled back, and I paused my strokes to relinquish her hips. Reaching over Santana’s shoulders, I covered her hands with mine and sank my fingers between her outstretched palm that rested against the wall. My lips found her neck as I ground into her with a rhythm, compressed against her mound. With my lips against her ear, I kissed then spoke, “I’m going to fuck you, all… night… long…”

A running quiver fled down her skin. I removed my hands and reached down to prop her thighs up on my arms. With her legs spread eagle, I slipped out of her then drove into her womb again and again as she screamed my name.

“Ah, Josiah!”

The wall vibrated as we slammed against it and the mirror suspended over the dresser fell from the wall. It dived face first into the cabinet, plummeting to the floor, and I continued to rock into Santana until she screamed, “Fever!”

With her eyes shut tight, tears sprang from the corners of them, and her body shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her.

“It’s okay, I got you,” I murmured, nibbling on her shoulders as I showered her womb with all the love I had inside me. Santana trembled uncontrollably.

“Josiah…” she whined delirious, and her river continued to coat my shaft with an invigorating heat.

“Damn it, girl…”

We held each other tightly, trembling, with me kissing the side of her face and caressing her thighs. Slowly I peeled her off the wall and slipped out of her to stand Santana on her feet. She steadied, then turned, and I bent to claim her lips. Santana jumped back in my arms and we sucked each other in, dining in a complete meal with our mouths. Our breathing was ragged, and suddenly, Santana pulled back.

“I need you to hold me. Can you just hold me for a minute?” she asked.

I took us back to the bed with Santana locked against me. We laid there together with our breathing measured and our foreheads pressed against each other. I gazed into her beautiful eyes when she whispered, “I’m sorry…”

I frowned and ran through my thoughts over what she would be regretful about.

“Why are you sorry, Santana?”

Her smile was barely there, but it was her attempt to shake off her griefs.

“I’m giving you mixed signals.”

I knew instantly she was speaking in terms of turning me away before. But I was the one who was sorry. And felt the need to tell her but in my heart, I couldn’t. What would I say? More importantly, how would it make her feel to know I’d almost been in another woman’s bed? I knew Santana was feeling me, but I didn’t know how much. I also wasn’t sure if I needed to reveal my actions. Our situation wasn’t an ordinary one.

“None of that matters right now. We’ll sort out the details in the morning.”

Santana lifted her eyes to mine.

“Does that mean you’re staying?”

I tilted my head in question.

“Where else would I go, sweetheart?”

Santana’s arms tightened around my neck, and the silkiness of her heated skin made my erection rise. I knew the moment she felt me harden because a purr floated from her lips. I maneuvered between her legs, leaning in to kiss her exquisite mouth. We sank into another round of sensual love making, this time lasting throughout the long stretch of the night.

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