Page 40 of My Spanish Love Affair

The sincerity in his tone sends a rush of warmth through me. I shake my head as I fist my hands into the collar of his shirt and use my grip to attempt to pull him closer towards me.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper.

His arm slips around my shoulders to pull me closer, and as we resume our passionate kiss, I move to straddle his strong hips and muscular thighs. His hand traces slow, lazy circles on my back as our tongues dance, and I pull away for a moment to catch my breath, though I don’t go far.

“You’re full of surprises, Santi,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good ones, I hope?” he asks, his voice equally low.

I nod, my fingers brushing against his jaw. “The best.”

He kisses me again, and this time it’s unhurried, like we have all the time in the world. His touch is gentle, reverent even.

But like everything with us, it begins to heat.

At some point, we shift positions so that I’m lying on my backwith Santi hovering over me. My legs remain wrapped around his hips, and I gasp - then giggle lightly - as his lips move from mine and his teeth nip at the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Santi,” I hum, shuffling myself slightly on the bed beneath him, my body restless from the way he’s been teasing. ”Please.”

I watch through hooded lids as the muscular man above me rocks back on his knees, pulling his face away from the crook of my neck so that he can look me right in the eyes. His size is abundantly clear from this position, and as he slowly peels his shirt away and reveals the toned, tanned skin of his chest and abdomen, I feel my stomach clench.

He licks his lips, the sight causing me to whimper. “What do you want, Olivia?” he asks.

His voice thick with lust, and I arch my back beneath him, inadvertently lifting my hips in offering.

“You,” I respond without hesitation.

In a heartbeat, his lips are on mine once more.

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 writheimpatiently beneath him and squeal loudly in pleasure when he pushes himself against my core.

“Santi,” I pant, and I know I sound desperate, but Iam. “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.

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