Page 68 of Nocturnal Sins
I braced the heels of my hands against his strong shoulders and bounced up and down on him until the clapping of our bodies made a rhythmic song. Staring down at him turned me on even more. I could feel slick honey slipping from my walls. Seeing him, of all people, at the height of pleasure because he was inside of me was on another level.
I’d never get used to it but I didn’t want to, it cracked my chest open with excitement and butterflies. I leaned down and sucked on Santana’s lips slowly while his fingers tangled in my hair.
“Fuck,” I whined against his mouth.
“Cum for Daddy,” he growled, yanking my hair back. Prickly heat wrapped around me unrelentingly as my body seemingly reacted without me. Santana’s talented tongue drew loops on my exposed throat while my insides gave in to the thick, delicious pulses radiating through my body.
Something that sounded like a whine swam from my flushed lips. I was floating somewhere outside of space and time where the only thing I needed to survive was Santana and the feeling he kept pumping through my veins. That feeling was better than oxygen. It was better than water and sunlight.
It was that fucking potent.
“Shit, I’m about to flood your tight little pussy, Sammie.” More glorious aches pushed outward from my core as I felt Santana expand between my walls right before he exploded inside of me. Sweet silky ropes filled me up and I let loose another amazing wave of shudders.
That man was the sweetest sin that ever coated my lips or graced my sight or gripped my hips. He was the ultimate. “I love you, Santana,” I babbled as involuntary tears pricked my eyes. He curled his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. His tongue swept over my bottom lip before pushing inside of my mouth.
It seemed every part of him knew I was his. He knew I belonged to him and I could tell by the way we throbbed in harmony that my body knew where he belonged too. “I love you too, Sammie. Happy birthday.” His smile coated me in rosy warmth.
My lips fell into a frown when he got out of bed but I wasn’t mad watching his nice ass walk across the room. I was a little sad to watch it disappear behind a pair of sweats but the plus side was that gorgeous V cut leading to his thick patch of hair. Was it normal to want to fuck him again already? I could still feel him inside of me but I needed more. He made me insatiable.
You mean he turned you into a slut, Samira.
I’d be that for him though. Shit.
I was so fixated on staring at the sexiness in front of me that I didn’t even notice Santana had two jewelry boxes in his hands. By the time I noticed it, he was in front of me getting ready to open the long slender box.
“You got me gifts?” I beamed, rocking from side to side. He reached out and pinched my nipple with a smirk.
“You know when you get excited and happy your nipples get hard? It’s distracting.”
“Stop being a perv, Santana. Show me the gifts.” I wiggled my fingers and pulled a sheet against my breasts so Santana would pay attention to the birthday gifts and not my tits.
Once he could focus, he finally cracked open the box and inside was a beautiful gold necklace with an A pendant hanging from it. “A for Alvarez,” he told me as he clasped it around my neck. “Because,” he pulled me onto his lap and kissed my cheek as he hooked his arms around my waist. “Even when we get married we’ll still be the Alvarez’s.”
Next, Santana opened the smaller jewelry box and my eyes took a few seconds to adjust to what he was showing me. Inside was a beautiful emerald ring. It shone prettier and brighter than any star in the sky.
My hands flew to cover my open mouth. “Santana Alvarez…is this a…I mean are you…”
“Yes. I want you to marry me, Samira.” He blinked a few times and I saw that his dark brown eyes were wet but no tears fell. “I know things aren’t perfect right now but promise me that we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.”
“Of-fucking-course!” My fingers shook so bad that he had to hold my ring finger in place as he slipped the engagement ring on.
I’d gone from having the shittiest birthday ever to the best birthday of my life. That was what Santana did though. He made everything better. He made me feel safe and happy and now I could count on him doing that for the rest of our lives.
We spent the next few hours trying to figure out how many positions we could bend ourselves into. I mean that’s what engaged people did, right? They fucked like rabbits.
Holy fuck.
I was engaged to Santana.
Wow.
After hours of touching, kissing, sucking and forceful orgasms that made me question the pleasure and pain line, Santana fell asleep with his head on my stomach while he held on to me like if he let go I’d float away. I smiled while I stroked his hair and listened to his snoring.
That’s how in love I was. I wanted to listen to him snore. All my damn life his snoring pissed me off but right then it was music and I never wanted it to stop. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration brought on by the high of being engaged but still…
I was on my way to sleep when I felt my phone buzz. I grabbed it careful not to disturb Santana. He looked so damn cute sleeping curled around me.
When I saw a text from an unknown number, red flags shot up around me like exclamation points.
