Page 82 of My Spanish Love Affair

My hips buck wildly without my permission. My body moves instinctively, pressing my weight further down onto his face in search of more delicious friction.

Heat floods through me in waves, and I gasp in pleasure as two of his thick fingers find my wet entrance and push inside without further warning. He fucks me with them in earnest as his tongue continues to lap at my throbbing clit, never pausing in his ministrations, never allowing me chance to calm myself or catch my breath.

I try to hold my weight - really, I do - but he’s fuckingrelentless,driven and determined to send me into a frenzy, and my body eventually falls forwards against the couch as I’m completely overcome with pleasure and want. The slight change in position has my clit centred on his mouth while my pussy is opened impossibly more to his fingers, and I grind my hips downwards, more turned on than I’ve ever been.

I can’t quite believe that I’m literally riding the face of one of Spain’s most famous rugby players.

And that thought alone is almost enough to send me tumbling over the precipice of an orgasm.

His fingers continue to push in and out, in and out. I moanwith each thrust of my hips, my eyes squeezing to a close as my thighs tremble on either side of his head. He builds me up further and further, knowing my body well enough by now that he can have me where he wants me in mere moments, and I shake my head from side to side as pleasure begins to take over my entire form.

“Ah - Santi,” I pant, my hips bucking wildly against his face. “I’m close, so,soclose -”

He tongues my clit impossibly faster, his fingers fucking into me harder than before, and my abdomen clenches tightly as my release builds.

I’m babbling incoherently as my hands wander into his dark hair, and I tug on the strands in order to pull him impossibly closer to my core, whining and whimpering and stammering without any sense or control.

Sensing how close I am, Santi wraps his lips around my clit and sucks -hard- and I cry out in pleasure as my pussy finally pulses against his face, coating his lips and chin with the evidence of my orgasm.

A long, loud whine escapes my lips as blind heat rushes through my body. My nipples harden and my thighs tremble while my clit throbs in synchronisation with my heartbeat.

All the while, Santi’s head remains between my legs, my walls clenching and releasing around his fingers from where he ever so slowly keeps moving them inside me.

“Holy crap,” I gasp out, my throat dry. “Santi, I -”

Unphased by my exhaustion, Santi takes control of my limp body, keeping tight grip of my hips as he shuffles himself up the couch so that I’m once again straddling his waist rather than straddling his face.

“Fucking hell, Olivia,” he says as my pussy presses down onto his cock. “You’re drenched.”

Absolutely spent from my release, I find I can only whimper in acknowledgement of his words. Still, my body seems to have a mind of its own, and my hips gently grind down against the hard cock nestled between my legs, essentially coating Santi with my cum.

“I need you, baby,” he pants. The desperation and raw need is evident in his shaky voice. “Can you be a good girl for me and sit on my cock?”

Honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to do it - not when I feel as though I’m still floating on air, hardly even in control of my own body - yet I nod anyway.

After the powerful orgasm this man has just given me, I’ll do anything that he bloody wants.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I manage to murmur -

And then I sigh as I slowly sink myself down the length of his long, thick cock.

Santi writhes beneath me as I lower myself further and further down until there’s no way of truly knowing where he starts and I end; and despite my exhaustion, I smile as his large palms come to rest on either side of my waist.

I rock my hips experimentally, earning a grunt from the rugby player, and then I repeat the motion again and again until I’m effectively bouncing rhythmically up and down his cock.

“Olivia,” he groans, his green eyes open just enough that I can see how lust-filled they are. “Fuck, Olivia, I’m not going to last like this - you need to slow down, need to -”

Spurred on by the sound of him breathless and wanting, I take little notice of his instructions. Instead, I increase the pace of my movements, fucking myself on his cock impossibly faster.

Clearly unbothered by my ignorance, Santi’s hands dig into my flesh so that he can aid my movements as I ride him. He uses his tight grip on my body to lift me slightly with each thrust, his own hips raising from the sofa as he fucks into me in return.

The new angle of his sharp hips has me writhing in pleasure alleven more, and since there’s nobody around to hear us, I don’t bother to hold back my cries as Santi manipulates my body so that I’m effectively riding him at a relentless tempo.

I hadn’t thought that I’d reach my release like this - especially so soon after my previous orgasm - but the slight alteration in Santi’s hips has him pounding right against my sensitive spot, and I shriek in pleasure as a blinding heat floods through my body.

Apparently motivated by the sound and feel of my second release, Santi fucks into me impossibly faster. Even as I collapse against his chest and pant into the crook of his neck out of sheer and utter exhaustion, he continues to thrust up into my pussy with a stuttered but overwhelming rhythm.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s overcome by his own release, spilling himself deep inside.

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