Chapter 35 #2
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my tongue circling her nipple, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She moans, her body arching into me, and I can feel the way she’s completely unraveling beneath my touch.
Every sound she makes drives me to go slower, to make her feel every single second of this. My hand slides down her body, slipping between her legs, and I press my finger against her clit. The moment I make contact, her body jolts, her breath hitching, and a low moan escapes her lips.
“Santos,” she gasps, her grip tightening on my shoulders. “Yes . . . just like that. Touch me, make me come.”
I circle her clit slowly at first, teasing her, but the need in her voice makes me push harder, rubbing against her sensitive spot with more intensity. My mouth is still on her breast, sucking, nibbling, while my hand works between her legs.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”
“Stop teasing,” she breathes, her voice laced with frustration. “I need you inside me. Now.”
I smirk, loving how she’s falling apart beneath me, but I don’t make her wait any longer. I slide my finger lower, finding her entrance, and push inside her with one smooth motion. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, her body welcoming me eagerly.
“Fuck,” she moans, her head falling back as I start moving my finger in and out of her, hard and fast, matching the rhythm of her need. “More, Santos. Give me more.”
I add a second finger, stretching her as I thrust harder, and her moans grow louder, her body moving with mine. Her hips meet every thrust, desperate, aching for more. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body pulsing with need.
“Please,” she begs, her voice shaking. “I need your cock. I need you to stretch me with it. Fuck me, Santos. I want you so deep inside me.”
Her words drive me wild, and I can feel my own control slipping as I finger-fuck her harder, my thumb brushing over her clit with each movement. She’s writhing beneath me, her hands grabbing at my back, her legs spreading wider as she pleads for more.
“Beg for it,” I growl against her skin, still teasing her breast with my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple as my fingers thrust into her faster. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Her moans are desperate now, her hips bucking wildly. “I want it, Santos. I want your cock so bad. I want you to stretch me, fill me . . . fuck me until I can’t think straight.”
She’s panting now, her body trembling as I finger her harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. But before she can come undone, she grabs my wrist, stopping me. Her eyes connect with mine, filled with raw desire.
“I need you,” she whispers, her voice shaky but determined. “I need your cock inside me.”
I watch as she moves, positioning herself over me, straddling my waist. My cock is painfully hard, aching for her, but there’s a moment of hesitation as she grips me, lining herself up. She glances down at my leg, careful, her brow furrowed with concern.
“You sure your leg can handle this?” she asks, her voice a soft mix of lust and worry.
I nod, my hands resting on her hips. “Just go slow,” I murmur. “But trust me, baby, I’m more than ready.”
She nods and bites her lip, her eyes dark with anticipation as she slowly lowers herself, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance. The warmth of her surrounds me, and I groan, the feeling overwhelming as she takes me inch by inch, sliding down so slowly it’s almost torturous.
She sinks down onto me fully, her breath catching in her throat as she takes all of me inside her. The slow stretch, the heat of her, it’s almost too much, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I try to hold back. But just as she starts to move, her eyes flicker with hesitation.
“Wait,” she whispers, her body stilling for a moment. “Condom.”
I reach up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, trying to ease her worry. “I noticed you’re on the pill, right?” I ask because she has them in the kitchen and takes them every morning before she drinks her tea.
She nods quickly, biting her lip. “Yeah, I am. And I’ve been tested . . . I’m clean.”
“So am I,” I murmur, my hand running down her back. “No condoms needed . . . if you’re okay with it.”
A flicker of relief passes over her face, and she lets out a shaky breath. “I want this,” she whispers, her hips starting to roll again. “I want you. All of you.”
As she moves slowly, the warmth of her surrounds me, skin to skin, no barrier between us for the first time.
It’s different—so intimate, so real. I groan, my breath catching in my throat as I feel her fully, every inch of her wet and tight around me, pulling me deeper.
The sensation is overwhelming, her heat wrapping around me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
It’s close, it’s intense, and it’s perfect.
The way her body moves, her hips rolling against mine, the friction, the slickness—every moment makes me feel closer to her than I ever have. There’s no distance, nothing separating us now. It’s just her, just me, completely connected in a way that’s both physical and emotional.
The feeling of her moving on top of me is electric, every slow grind of her hips pushing me deeper inside her, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes my lips.
“Fuck,” I growl, my head falling back against the pillow as she moves in a teasing, very sexy way. “You feel so good.”
“Dustin isn’t going to be happy,” she whispers breathlessly, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “He said no sex.”
I chuckle, my hands gripping her hips tight. “I’ll deal with Dustin later,” I murmur, my voice rough with pleasure. “Right now, I only care about you. About us, not tiptoeing between each other and asking for what we want—what we need.”
Her moan is low, her hips rolling as she starts to move, slowly at first, her body adjusting to the size of me. Every movement sends a shock wave of pleasure through me, and I can feel her tightening around me, her warmth enveloping me in a way that drives me insane.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan, my hands sliding up her thighs, urging her to move faster. “Just like that . . . take me, baby.”
As she starts moving again, her hips roll slowly, grinding down on me, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.
My hands grip her waist, guiding her rhythm, but I can feel the urgency building inside me.
She’s warm and tight around me, and every movement pulls me deeper, making it harder to hold back.
I reach down between us, finding her clit with my fingers, brushing it lightly at first, teasing her. The moment I touch her, she gasps, her hips faltering, but I don’t stop. I circle her clit, applying more pressure as she begins to bounce on top of me, each motion pulling us closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the intensity in them, the connection between us deepening with every thrust, every touch.
It’s not just sex—it’s more. So much more.
I never knew it could feel like this, like everything we’ve been through, all the complications, all the pain, could lead to something this perfect.
She moans as I rub her clit faster, her hips moving harder, bouncing on my cock, taking me deeper with each movement. “Santos . . .” she gasps, her hands bracing against my chest, her head falling back. “I’m so close . . .”
“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I push her closer to the brink. My fingers work her clit in time with her movements, and the sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, her body completely lost in the moment—makes me ache in ways I can’t describe.
“You’re so perfect,” I groan, my body tightening beneath her. “Every inch of you . . . I’m so close, baby. I’m right there with you.”
Her hips speed up, and I feel her clench around me, her breath coming faster, the tension in her body telling me she’s right on the edge. I flick my thumb over her clit, rubbing harder, and I watch as she unravels, her body shaking with pleasure.
She gasps, her head falling forward, her lips brushing against mine as she comes apart on top of me. “San . . .” she moans, her voice breathless and full of need.
I can’t hold back any longer. The sight of her, the way she tightens around me, the feeling of her body shuddering as she comes—it’s all too much. I thrust up into her one last time, hard, my own release hitting me like a tidal wave. “Fuck,” I groan, my body trembling beneath her. “I love you.”
Her body relaxes on top of mine, her breath still ragged as she slowly comes down from the high. I keep my fingers on her clit, teasing her gently as we both ride out the last waves of pleasure.
“You’re everything,” I murmur, my voice low, filled with emotion. “This . . . Us . . . It’s everything I needed to heal.”