Page 52 of My Spanish Love Affair

He kisses me deeper, and I make a small noise of surprise when he effortlessly lifts me off the ground. My back presses harder against the cool surface of the wall as he rests me against it, his strong hands holding me in place as my legs immediately part to wrap around his hips.

The contrast between the rough texture of the wall and the warmth of his body sends a thrill through me. My hands wander over his chest, broad shoulders, large biceps and thick forearms, appreciating every inch of his strength as his lips move hungrily over mine. My pulse races, the adrenaline coursing through me mixing with an all-consuming heat.

I break the kiss for a moment, my breathing uneven as I manage to whisper.

“Are you sure that we’re… someone might...”

“Let them,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “I don’t care.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can’t focus on anything at the feel of his lips trailing down my jawline to my neck, warm and insistent.

I bite back a soft groan, my hands sliding to his shoulders as I try to steady myself - not that it matters. His grip on me is strong, unshakable, and I know without a doubt that he wouldn’t let me fall.

“Santi,” I breathe, my voice trembling as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my jaw.

“Hm?” he replies, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“This is so... reckless,” I manage, even as my body betrays me, arching into him.

“Reckless is good sometimes,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His green eyes are darker now, filledwith a fire that makes my stomach flip. “Don’t overthink it, Olivia. Just feel.”

His words unravel the last thread of resistance I’m clinging to, and I lean in to kiss him again, pouring every ounce of tension and longing into it.

He shifts slightly, his grip on me unwavering as he presses me more firmly against the wall. The pressure - the intensity of it all - makes my head spin.

The locker room feels smaller, the air thick with the heat between us. The faint hum of the lights above and the distant creaks of the building fade into the background, drowned out by the sound of our breathing, our kisses, the soft gasps I can’t seem to hold back.

Santi’s hands slide higher along my thighs, his touch firm yet reverent, like he’s memorising every inch of me. The thought has my legs tightening instinctively around his waist, not-so-subtly pulling him closer, and I can feel the faint rasp of his breath against my cheek as his hard cock lines up perfectly against my core through our clothing.

His strength is effortless, holding me up against the wall as though I weigh nothing at all, and the thought alone sends a thrill through me.

I grind my hips down against his, my fingers tangling in his long dark hair and tugging lightly as arousal floods through me.

The low growl he lets out makes my abdomen twist and clench with desire, and I cry out as I repeat the motion, rolling my hips and feeling myself growing wetter and wetter against the seam of my panties.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice as rough as his stubble. His lips brush against my skin, and I tilt my head to give him better access.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so consumed, so completely undone.

“Santi, please.”

He shifts his grip, pressing me more firmly against the wall as his hips lift in time with my downward movements. We moan in unison, his name escaping my lips again in a soft, dreamy sigh, and I feel his smile against my skin.

“Say it again.”

I laugh softly, my hands sliding down to his shoulders. “Santi.”

“Again.”

“You’re impossible,” I say, shaking my head but unable to hide my smile.

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters.

The moment feels endless, suspended in time; and I let myself get lost in it, in him.

I shift a little before I roll my hips against his again, revelling in the delicious friction that comes from grinding against his cock through his jeans. I repeat the movement again and again and again, panting into his mouth as he grips tightly to my hips.

His large hands snake around my back and then lower, his palms pressing firmly against the curve of my ass. My hips buck instinctively as the movement presses me even more against the outline of his erection, but I know I’m not going to be satisfied until he’s closer still.

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