Page 41 of My Spanish Love Affair

I wonder how much of himself he’s holding back to get me where he wants me first.

“I’m close,” I tell him, shaking my head from side to side. “So…Soclose.”

“That’s it,” he murmurs in encouragement. “You’re doing so good.”

His words, his voice, his thick accent - it all serves to arouse me impossibly further, and it pushes me closer to the edge.

“Oh,god,Santi. I’m so close, I’m - I’m -”

I come with a moan, my forehead damp with perspiration as my body spasms beneath his.

I whimper at the loss of his fingers, and my eyes flutter open just in time to catch him placing his two glistening fingers into his mouth. My mouth goes dry as I watch his cheekboneshollow as he makes sure to thoroughly suck my arousal from them, moaning deeply in pleasure before he removes them with apop.

Fuck.

That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I’m absolutely spent, yet I still smile almost dreamily when I hear the sound of the zipper of his trousers being pulled down. I’m still very much basking in the afterglow of my intense orgasm when he leans forwards, and I practically purr when his lips brush against my earlobe.

“You ready for me, baby?” Santi asks.

He gently nips at my earlobe for good measure, and I can only nod my head up and down – my chin nudging against the skin of his broad, bare shoulder – since all coherent thought seems to have escaped me.

He chuckles as though he can read my mind before he enters me in one smooth motion, letting out a deep, guttural moan as his forehead drops against mine. My eyes widen at the intrusion, and I inhale a quick breath at the initial sting.

“Shit,”he hisses. It’s his eyes that squeeze to a close, now. “Olivia…”

It takes me a few seconds to adjust to his significant size. The feeling of his long, thick length stretching me has me wanting to crawl away and be pulled closer all at once.

I nuzzle my nose against his in a brief, soft sign of affection, and after a few beats of stillness, Santi pulls his hips back enough so that he almost leaves me empty before he pushes back inside once again.

I gasp against his mouth as he fills me completely.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmurs. “So tight, so… Soperfect.”

It’s a wonder how a man of his size and stature can be so careful and soft, so gentle and tender most of the time. Despite the strength that I know lives within his defined biceps and taught abdomen, despite the years of training and conditioning that has no doubt roughened him in many ways, Santi is so delicate in the way that he handles me.

And yet – andyet- as he fucks me now, it seems that he loses himself in the overwhelming pleasure of our union, and the lines begin to blur.

Buried so deeply inside of me,gentleis no longer a word I would use to describe him. It’s as if he’s reverting back to the wild, primal instincts that linger within him.

I love the way he nips at my exposed flesh, the way he snaps his hips harshly against mine and the way he digs his thick fingers into my waist and ass. He slams deeper and deeper with every thrust, and I grin in pleasure as he pounds roughly into me.

“Holy shit,” I hiss, a delirious little laugh escaping me.

I can’t believe how amazing it feels to be full of him, finally.

“Santi, you feel. So.Good.”

I curse softly when his thumb finds my clit once again, and now it’s his turn to huff out a laugh at the sound. As he hurriedly circles over it, I busy my hands in the dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

My thighs tremble around him from where my legs are locked around his waist, and as his thrusts become less precise and more sloppy, I sense that he’s close to his own release.

“Fuck, Santi, I need it,” I pant against his mouth, my own suddenly feeling quite dry. “Need you to come for me,please.”

Despite the overwhelming urge to close my eyes as pleasurefloods through me, I force them to remain open, and I drink in the sight of his face hovering above mine. His forehead is damp with sweat, and his dark hair falls in soft curls over his face.

“You want it, huh?” he repeats.

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