Page 46 of Fever

I had no control over the way I’d taken her. So fast the remainder of her words were sucked down by my tongue. I scrambled for her, pulling her so close she was like a second layer of skin. With rough hands, I gripped her bottom and rubbed her center into my pelvis as her legs held on to my waist.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, giving me as much as I gave. I staggered into a piece of furniture, paused, then made my way around it, desperate to find a landing, any landing where I could immerse myself in her. Santana pulled her lips from mine long enough to whisper with heavy vocals, “My bedroom is straight ahead to the left.”

Her lips were on me again. Kissing down my jaw to the base of my throat. I carried her down the long corridor a determined man. Every time her lips touched me, I burned, hotter than before. I’d stepped into her open doorway but couldn’t wait any longer. I pinned Santana against the door jamb, removing the gown that separated us. What awaited me was the most beautiful pair of breasts I’d ever seen. Creamy chocolate nipples projected over her smooth brown skin. The correlation of her flesh between her breasts wove down her tiny waistline and rode over dauntless hips. When my gaze reached her center, the heat that rocked my being blazed. Her freshly waxed mound sat perfect and plump. Ready for the taking.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking beautiful…”

I sat Santana on her feet and crouched in front of her to gain a closer look. Her clitoris stuck out at me, almost like it teased by pushing out a tongue. A rumble sounded when I realized the primal modulation had come from me. With my hands, I spread her thighs and with the moonlight from the window, I saw her pearl glisten. She was soaked. Her clitoris and protruding labia. I looked up at her, pushing wind through my nose that caused my nostrils to flare.

“Is this for me?” I asked, my voice a dark drum.

Santana swallowed. “Yes,” she said.

My gut churned, and I touched her, easing my fingers in circles around her wetness. She inhaled a sharp breath, and I pulled my fingers back to look at them. A string of crème stretched from my fingertips to her vagina, and I took my gaze back up to her. Santana shivered, and the heat seeping from her penetrated my core. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and shut my eyes as I tasted her sweet sauce. I wanted to take my time with her. Wanted to be delicate and give her a dragging release, but I was too far gone to do so. The fact that I hadn’t taken her as soon as she’d opened the door was proof of my patience. But now, I couldn’t think, speak, or reason with being calm. I planted my mouth over her mound and sucked her in, tingling with awareness of the strawberry scent between her thighs. It raced against my skin, and my erection was painfully tearing against my shorts, dying to be unrestricted.

“Oh my God…” she moaned.

I dropped my hands to the floor and cranked my neck between her thighs where she would be complete sitting on top of my mouth. Her legs dangled over the sides of my head, and she stuck a hand against the wall to balance herself. Like a creature in the wild, I feasted on her, sticking my tongue inside her walls and sucking on the fullness of her peach.

“Jesus…” she moaned again.

Her moans became shouts, and her hands found my head as her hips rotated. Santana’s head fell back and what sounded like a gargle of moans bubbled up from her throat. Pulling my hands from the floor, I gripped her bottom and spread her cheeks further. I moved easily to a stand as I continued my assault on her.

“Josiah!” she yelled, and I only growled, making an advancement toward her bed. “Oh! I’m going to come, baby… Ah!” she screamed. Then her body trembled. “Oh God,” she said as she came madly, squirting more sweet crème onto my tongue. I drank her, slurping her soft folds as if the liquid gave me life. Her thighs clapped as her tremors continued a never-ending quake through her body. Her temperature seemed to warm even more at her climax. I didn’t loosen the grip on her sublime pussy until there was nothing left seeping out of it.

As magnificent as it was, I was starving. Santana had wet my whistle, and now I wanted the main entrée. I laid her down on the queen size mattress and stepped out of my shoes, dropped my shorts, and tossed my shirt. Her heavy lids widened at my girth, and she looked as if she’d saw a ghost. I took my hand up and down my shaft and watched her. Her tongue left her mouth to taste her lips, and she scooted to the edge of the bed.

“Here,” she said, “let me.”

I didn’t expect to feel the whirlwind of nerves when she closed her beautiful mouth around my length. But the swirling of her tongue locked me in place, and I bit down on my teeth. Reaching for her, I slid my fingers in her thick mane, putting a fierce grip on her. Up and down her mouth danced and sucked while her hands explore my balls. Santana was thorough with her skill. Making sure her mouth covered me entirely. She took me deep and didn’t gag, which was more than impressive. The feel of her hot mouth on my shaft made my toes curl, and I fought back a violent curse.

Moans escaped her and instead of coming up for air, Santana breathed through her nose. I peered down at her. Surely, I held an untamed look of nostalgia. Santana slipped back and forth on my shaft hungrily and saliva strung from the corners of her wet mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned.

My head fell back. “Damn it, girl.” Santana was unrelenting, taking me complete as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. I could feel my release gaining strength. Santana was on the verge of bringing me to a missile launching orgasm.

“Shit!” I swore, biting down on my teeth. I’d never come this fast in my life, but I couldn’t contain it. I tried to remove her, but she held on strong, locking her jaws in place. “Santana…” I warned.

But her movement sped up. She was asking— no begging for me to give in to her. And I did. My nervous system ran wild, and my fingers tingled as I coated the back of her throat.

“Fuuu-ck!” I barked.

Santana continued her merciless suck, and I was certain she meant to take me down. But I wasn’t finished with her yet. I reached and pulled her to the steel wall of my chest, crushing my mouth to hers. Santana tossed her arms around my neck and pulled her legs up to holster around my waist. The feel of her naked body in my hands ignited my flame, and I put a firm squeeze on her ass. I walked us to the bed and entered her before we could join the soft mattress.

Santana’s eyes stretched as I expanded inside her heated canal. My hands sank into her flesh, and my mouth was steady at exploring hers. A rumble, dark and detrimental fled from my soul. My constant thrusting was persistent and shameless in its mission to knock her bottom out. Santana’s essence was contagious, her love overflowing with a stimulating passion.

“Damn girl, why do I want you so bad…” I asked, moving in and out of her with strength and rigor. Santana whimpered, her words momentarily stifled. She held on to me with arms wrapped around my neck. Her mouth found my earlobe, and she bit down sending a flare of heat through my body. I rocked into her, desperate to brand my love inside her.

“Oh my God…” she sobbed at my fierce assault. “I’m going to come so hard!”

I went in search of her mouth again, trailing back up her arm along her shoulder blade.

In an instant, I removed myself, scooping her up in my arms as I pulled us off the bed. On my feet, her legs straddled me, and I walked us to the nearest wall placing her between her vanity and a dresser. Santana’s eyes bugged out, and she reached for my shaft desperate to put me back inside her.

I pressed Santana’s back against the wall and spoke into her lips. “I want to put every inch of me, in every inch of you.”

Santana’s eyes glazed with passion. “If for any reason you need me to stop, our code word is, Fever,” I whispered sealing a kiss on her lips. Santana whimpered into my mouth, then swiftly I rotated her body in my arms, levitating her waist and thighs with a firm grip.

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