Page 70 of Sins of the Orchid
“Is that bad?” I breathed out, my eyelids heavy and fire spreading from my stomach to my lower belly.
“No.” He swallowed my next breath with his mouth, his lips demanding I submit. There was no room for debate there; not that I wanted to fight it. My body craved to submit, but only to him.
All the while, his finger rubbed my clit, taking my body higher. I wanted him so badly I trembled, and shivers of anticipation ran down my spine. My pulse drummed in my ears and the entire world faded.
There was only him and I.
I brought my hands up to his belt buckle, my fingers worked eagerly to undo it. Unbuckled, I slid my hand inside, cupping his erection. He hissed against my lips, his body hard against mine. He was conquering me without even trying.
All the fantasies didn’t come close to the reality with this man.
His mouth devoured me, hard and merciless, nipping hard at my bottom lip before licking it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue. Kissing Santi was sex; pure sex that I’d never get enough of. He slid a finger into my slick entrance, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Please,” I breathed out, grinding my hips against his hand.
His hand around my throat was unyielding, and his lips trailed down the side of my mouth, then he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh at my throat, then my collarbone. His gaze dropped down my body and heat shot through every cell of me, settling in the marrow of my bones. I lifted my hips in encouragement, needing him to relieve this ache inside me. Only he could do it.
“Santi, I need you inside me,” I pleaded on a whimper.
Both his hands grabbed my ass and sat me on the hood of his car. Without prompting, my legs wrapped around his waist. Languid heat rushed through my veins, the need for release like a burning fever under my skin. I felt empty without him. Rolling my hips against him, I was shameless, showing him what I needed. What I wanted.
Fisting my thong, he ripped the material from me in one swift move and threw it on the ground.
He lined his erection up at my entrance, the heat of it bringing another wave of lust. In one thrust, he was inside me, and a growl of satisfaction sounded in his chest. I could feel it vibrate through his chest and straight through my soul.
My eyes, half-lidded and hazy, met his darkness and I drowned in it. I wrapped my hands around his neck, holding on to him. A tremble rolled through me, my panting uneven. I was slightly sore from last night, but I’d rather die than stop him. The pain faded into a sweet, delicious fullness, and I sighed against his lips.
His eyes lowered to where we were joined and a possessive, maddening look entered his gaze. Then with a growl, he started moving. I could feel him so deep inside of me, I wasn’t sure where he started and I ended.
“I was going to be gentle.”
Thrust.
“See what you do to me.”
Thrust.
Yesterday, he took his time. Today, he was a beast, rutting hard into me. He gripped a fistful of my hair and brought our faces close. Then he fucked me, his lips hard on mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
It was so intense, and I could feel my heart and soul kindle a spark inside me in tune with my body. I needed his thrusts to sate it, make me explode into a million, shattering stars so he could put me back together. An orgasm was within my grasp. I was so close I could taste it.
“You take me so good,” he praised, and a warm satisfaction washed over me. “Sofuckinggood.”
His pelvis ground against mine and molten heat spread from my sweet spot outward. My moans turned louder, the pleasure inside me climbing higher and higher, ready to burst into flames.
“Your pussy is made for my cock. So wet.” His voice was guttural. “For me”
Another throaty moan escaped my lips. I was so close, so damn close. My nails dug into his bicep, holding onto him. It felt like if I didn’t, I’d flutter away into the abyss.
His hand slid into my hair, and he yanked my head back.
“Don’t fucking come yet,” he growled the rough words against my lips.
A shaky whimper escaped me, and my heartbeat raced. Angling my head to take me the way he wanted, his lips clashed against mine, his other hand grabbed my hips and guided me against him harder as he thrust deeper inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered against his lips, as pleasure overtook me, and my pussy clenched around his hard cock. The pressure exploded through my veins like a raging inferno. His flesh slapped against mine, never slowing his thrusts as he reached for his own release.
My moans and whimpers carried through the air, I felt him so deep, and my body convulsed around his shaft. The fire inside me burst and white spots swam behind my closed eyelids. The orgasm was violent, and it sent a shudder through every fiber of my being. It was the best feeling ever, so addictive.
