Chapter 21
Blair
Ahard, full-body tremor rushes through Santi as he lets out a desperate and excited groan.
“Tell me how.” His mouth finds mine and he kisses me hard this time before he pulls away once more. “I’ve never been with a woman before. Please, please, tell me what to do.”
I pause, surprised. “Never?”
Santi shakes his head in earnest. “You’re the first. Hell, you’re the only woman I’ve wanted to be with.”
His dark eyes, burning with desire, become stained with trepidation as he watches for my reaction to this news.
I stare back in awe. I’m both humbled and flattered.
Santi is so damn sweet. He might be a psycho too, but that’s alright.
If my heart doesn’t stop beating so hard it might just drill its way out of my chest and into his hands.
“I’m honored, Santi,” I tell him honestly.
“Tell me how to do this,” he pleads. “Please teach me how to make you feel good.”
I might be Santi’s prize, but he’s giving me the reins to control this. The idea is so heady that I can feel myself soaking through my panties. Santi grinds his hips down into me and I let out an airy gasp as his erection presses against my swollen, achy clit through the material of my leggings.
“My shirt,” I tell him breathlessly. “Take it off. Now, Santi.”
He lets out an eager growl before sitting up and letting go of my arms and neck.
Rather than let me sit up too, he grabs the neckline of my top and simply rips it.
I laugh at his overeagerness and then again at the way his eyes grow wide, into orbs, as he stares at the swell of my breasts coming up over the cups of my bra.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask with a coy smile. “Take my bra off.”
I realize too late that he intends to rip it off just as he had with my shirt. I open my mouth to stop him, not having many bras to begin with, but it’s too late. With a snap, the bra is gone and my breasts are free.
“Pants off next, Santi,” I press.
His grin of excitement disappears only because he bends his head to focus on the task I’ve given him.
He pulls off my boots first, tossing them aside without looking where he’s throwing them.
Then Santi pulls down my bottom, panties and all, in one hard yank as if their very existence offends him.
I help kick them off my ankles and once they’re gone, they’re forgotten.
“Holy shit…” Santi murmurs, staring down at my body.
In slow motion, he rocks back to sit onto his knees, those wide eyes never leaving my naked body.
They snag on my pebbling nipples, giving them both a good hard stare, then Santi’s eyes carve a trail down my stomach.
I don’t miss how he takes in the random scars here and there, ones I’ve accumulated over the years from training or from hard jobs I’d gone on with Dad.
Santi’s eyes darken a bit on each one, but he says nothing about them and for that I’m grateful.
When his eyes finally get to the apex of my legs, they come to a halt and grow impossibly wide.
“Y-You’re dripping,” he says, his words coming out slowly as if in a trance. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “That’s…that’s good, right? It means—”
“That I want you as much as you want me? Absolutely,” I assure him, my face heating with embarrassment. It doesn’t kill the vibe, though. I’m having fun watching him drink me in as if I’m a treasure trove of secrets.
His lips part in awe as studies me. His hand reaches out, as if to touch me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snap.
Santi freezes, his eyes jumping from my dripping pussy to my face, alarmed.
“What?” he asks anxiously. “What’s wrong?”
“You can’t touch me,” I tell him haughtily, a smile threatening to break free. “Until you’re naked, too.”
Santi blinks then looks down at himself. “Oh, shit.”
He turns into a whirlwind of activity, stripping so fast that I’m surprised his clothes manage to stay intact as they fly in every direction before fluttering to the floor. When he’s naked, I can’t help but gape.
“Well shit, Santi… You’re beautiful,” I confess.
It’s now my turn to openly gape in awe as he crawls toward me.
His muscles ripple as he moves and it’s as natural as water in the sea.
His beautiful tawny skin is nearly flawless with just a few freckles here and there dusted across his shoulders and a few over his chest. My eyes catch sight of his throbbing, leaking cock and I stop breathing altogether.
He’s thick and veiny, long too, but damn…
. that girth. My pussy clenches hungrily in response.
Santi chuckles, the sound a bit unsure or maybe just distracted as he continues to stare back at me.
“Lie on the floor on your back,” I tell him as I sit up.
I shift enough so that he can take my place.
Like a good student, Santi does as he’s told, his eyes never leaving my body.
In the back of my head, I know we should probably move out of the doorway, maybe even close the door so that the deer and owls don’t gawk at us, but I don’t mind the cool air spilling into the cabin. In fact, I hardly notice it at all.
“I want you so bad,” he admits, his voice low and trembling. “What now? What do you need me to do now?”
With a smile, I climb onto top of him, resting on his lap so that his erection is jutting upward, pressed lightly against my clit.
I gasp as it brushes against me, pleasure scattering up my spine as it does.
Part of me wants to just sink down onto him.
I’ve never felt so empty between my legs and I hate it.
I want to be filled so tightly that I can’t breathe.
But I like the power I have over Santi. It’s heady and addictive. I don’t want it to ever end. Who knows if I’ll ever get this again? I can’t just let go of it now.
“Fuck,” he whines as he tries to grind up against my core. “Your pussy is radiating heat.”
I let him rub up against me, loving how fucking good it feels. My toes curl and my breath catches as I drip all over Santi’s cock and lap. God, if we keep this up, I’ll cum without him ever getting inside of me. I pull back a bit, forcing myself to focus.
“Grab my breasts, hold me in your hands,” I encourage.
Santi nods vigorously, confirming that he hears my command.
Rather than go straight for my breasts, as I expect him to, Santi sits up and cups my face.
He kisses me again. This time the kiss is slow, sweet, and deep.
He sucks on my bottom lip and then slips his tongue into my mouth when my lips part for him.
His hands fall to my shoulders, the touch light as if he’s afraid to hurt me.
The rough calluses on his palms feel good as they slide across my skin, descending over my chest. Santi groans into my mouth as he cups one breast, then the other.
He pulls away from my mouth to look down at me.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers.
There’s a tremor running through his hands, I can feel it against my sensitive skin and it excites me. His nerves are adorable.
“Squeeze me,” I reply but he doesn’t need the command this time.
Santi kneads my breasts gently, getting a feel for them in his palms. His thumbs brush over my pebbled nipples and I gasp at how good it feels. Arching my chest into his palms, I close my eyes and drown in the touch.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice raspy as he runs his thumbs over me again.
“Yes, it feels good. They’re so sensitive…”
Unable to help myself, I lean my hips forward and rock up against his cock.
His precum has leaked down the length of it and that, along with my own weeping arousal, makes the motion slick and easy.
I gasp at the sensation, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for me to impale myself onto Santi.
He groans loudly and his body trembles beneath me.
“Can I…” he starts, then sucks in a shaky breath. “Can I suck on your tits?”
The tentative way he asks has me smiling. It also makes me want to tease him a bit. Pausing my hips, I tilt my head to consider the request.
“Say please.”
“Please, carino.”
I shake my head. “Not enough. Beg for my tits, Santi.”
“I want to taste you,” he pleads. “I want to suck, and tease, and roll my tongue over your pretty nipples. Tell me that I can. Please!”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning. A girl could get used to this.
“Go ahead,” I permit.
I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone look as nervous and excited as Santi does right now.
He wraps an arm around my waist, giving me something to lean against, as I lean back to arch my chest up for him.
Bending down, Santi takes almost my entire left breast into his mouth.
His warm mouth settles over most of me and I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple before he gives me a long, hard suck.
“Shit, Santi!” I gasp, arching into his body.
As promised, Santi sucks my nipple, then teases it with his tongue.
He’s encouraged to repeat an action when I let out a breathy gasp or deep groan.
My breath hitches as he pulls me closer.
Unable to stop myself, I start rocking against his thick cock between my legs again.
The friction against my clit sends another current of pleasure rushing through me.
My arms wrap around Santi’s head and I cradle him to my bosom as he devours me.
His body trembles and tenses. Between my legs his thick cock grows harder.
“Santi,” I whisper just as he jerks his head away, lifts his hip and wails.
“Fuck! No!” He cries out as ropes of cum shoot up and drench my lower stomach. “Damn it!”
My own release is within reach, I can feel it and seeing Santi lose control before even sinking deep inside of me only tips me that much closer toward an orgasm.
“I’m sorry, shit. Fuck,” he bites out as he finishes. “Damn it, that’s not what I wanted to have happen. I’m so sorry, Blair.”