Page 40 of Rage & Paradise
“That’s what I want. Give me all of you.”
“You have it. You have all of me,” she whispers just as she pulls her lips away from me for a second.
There’s no time for talking, no time for second guessing. I drag my lips from her mouth to the side of her neck and suck hard there. She pushes her hands up into my hair and yanks on the strands as her entire body shakes and trembles under my touch.
I feel my body tightening and hardening underneath her core. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire.
Somehow, she manages to skirt her hand down the front of my body. I’m not sure how she maneuvered it, but I gasp and growl hard when I feel her fingers graze just the very tip of my cock.
Just that one touch is about to throw me over the edge. About to unman me. I’ve spent a long time thinking about the different ways I might be able to ruin her. Now I have my chance, but I don’t want to ruin her just to do it. I want to ruin her so I can have her all for me. We can be broken together.
I pick her up higher where she can’t get her fingers on me. I don’t want this to be over so quickly.
I don’t move my mouth from her though. I can’t get enough. Now that I know she wants me as badly as I want her, I want to have every inch of her under my tongue.
I lick and suck on her nipples until she’s banging her head against the wall softly, I’m hoping from the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy I’m giving her.
“More, Santi. It feels so damn good.” She whimpers, and I double down on my efforts. I live for the way she moans my name. The way she whimpers and whines.
The power it makes me feel like I have over her is intoxicating.
A power she freely gave. That she trusts me with.
I move from side to side, making sure that both of her breasts are properly worshiped. I could stay here forever if she wanted me to. My mind replays how she responded to me last night at the party. The way it only took the slightest pressure to bring her to the edge. Based on the way she's acting right now, I can tell that she's right back on that edge. I want to push her off. I want to watch her float in the release that I'm able to give her. Freedom.
“I need you, please. Don’t make me wait.” She begs, and it’s almost as if I don’t have a choice. My feet are moving in the direction of the bed before she has the chance to get the full statement out of her mouth. I drop her on the bed, and the both of us get busy getting the rest of our clothes off.
She lays on the bed, waiting for me to join her. I hesitate for a second. Not because I want to make her wait but because I want to remember every moment of this. I want to commit every curve on her body to memory.
“Oro…” she whispers, a little confused about what’s taking me so long. It’s clear that I’m more than ready to go. I’m hard and leaking for her.
“No, that’s not my name. You know me. Say my name, Starlight,” I correct her right away.
“Santi. Santiago.” She breathes my name, and it’s almost like she’s breathing the life back into me. All the shit I was worried about before. The need to be seen, the anger I felt trying to be seen as equal, all of it vanishes in that second.
I don’t need anyone else to see me. Just her. I need her to see me the same way that I see her.
“Estrella,” I mutter before I fall down on top of her. She catches me and holds me close, opening herself up for me.
I position myself between her legs, notching the head of my cock against her folds.
“Mírame,” I order, and her eyes flutter open.
I want to see this. Want to remember this feeling.
Slowly, I slide just the head inside of her. That sensation alone is enough to make me want to come. She’s tight and warm. Fucking perfect.
“Oh God. Give me more. Please, Santi. Ohhh…” She moans softly, her breathing erratic and her body still trembling.
I push in further, going halfway, letting her body adjust to me.
The hum of passion in the air becomes overwhelming. I want to make this good for her. Want her to be glad that she chose me.
I’m not going to have much control soon.
I thrust fully into her, and her back arches up off the bed.
“Ssss… perfect.” She hisses as I slide back and forth against her, my hands roaming around her body, squeezing and holding her against me.
