Page 132 of My Spanish Love Affair

Each pulse of my walls warms me from the inside out, and my eyes finally flutter to a close as my abdomen clenches and unclenches as a blissful heat washes through my body.

I sag against his chest - exhausted, and well and truly spent - and Santi removes his sticky fingers from between my soakedfolds so that he can use his forearm to support my weight and keep me upright against him.

We really are a sight to behold in the reflection; both of our bodies covered in sweat, my hair damp and his mussed, a delirious grin on my lips and a knowing smirk on his mouth.

Santi’s nose gently brushes against the column of my throat as he inhales deeply before he litters an array of kisses over my neck and shoulder. He holds me steady for a few more seconds, before he finally releases his hold on my body, removing his semi-hard cock from inside me.

The evidence of his release quickly follows and pools onto the floor beneath me, although Santi just laughs as I scrunch my nose at it.

He slumps back against the bed, and a small giggle escapes my lips as he reaches for my waist and tugs me into his lap. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I melt into him, my body still humming with warmth.

His fingers trace lazy circles over my back, his breathing slow and content, and for a long moment, we just exist like this—wrapped up in each other, the quiet aftershocks of passion still lingering between us.

He keeps his green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection of the mirror as he presses a chaste kiss to the underside of my jaw, his lips warm and soft against my skin. I sigh happily, letting my head rest against his shoulder, my fingers idly stroking over the ridges of muscle along his arm.

“I love you,” he breathes, nuzzling against my sweat-dampened skin. “You good?”

I laugh lightly at that, turning around in his arms so that I can look right at him rather than his reflection.

“Good?” I tease, raising my hands to the nape of his neck andtugging at the strands there. “I’m wonderful, Santi. I… I’m yours.”

His eyes darken slightly at my words, a slow, satisfied smile curving his lips as he leans in to steal another kiss. But just as his hands start to wander again, I wrinkle my nose and push lightly against his chest.

“You, mi amor, need a shower,” I say, laughing as I run my fingers through his messy, sweat-damp hair. “Desperately.”

Santi groans, rolling onto his back and dragging me with him.

“Are you saying I stink?” he asks, mock-offended, though the glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I mean.

I bite back another laugh. “I’m saying you smell like victory and sin, and while that’s a very appealing combination, I’d rather not sit in it.”

“Fine, fine,” Santi chuckles, squeezing my waist. “But only if you join me.”

I pretend to consider it for a moment. “I suppose I could make that sacrifice…”

His grin is pure mischief as he moves to stand.

“Oh, princesa, I promise you - it won’t feel like a sacrifice.”

“Oh yeah?” I respond, smiling as he extends a hand and helps me stand, too. “In that case - I’ll race you!”

“Hey!” Santi calls after me as I scramble out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the main bathroom.

There’s an en-suite in the room, but I have no doubt that the shower in the main bathroom will be larger and more accommodating for two bodies - especially when one of those is a professional rugby player - and I laugh in delight at the sound of him rushing to follow as I sprint along.

He manages to reach me quickly enough - just as I’m about to step underneath the hot spray of water - and I shriek loudly as Santi wraps his muscular arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against his damp chest.

“Caught you,” he breathes into my ear, and my giggle stop abruptly as my eyes widen in a mixture of surprise, delight and disbelief at the feel of him growing hard against my flesh.

Again?

Already?!

Chapter Forty

The rest of the morning passes in a gentle haze, with Santi and I moving at an unhurried pace.

There’s no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet hum of a lazy morning together.

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