Reiko gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Th-that’s a little ridiculous, don’t you think?”
“No.” Santino braced himself over her. “I think I’m already looking forward to you strutting into my office some random Tuesday and climbing into my lap, with no panties on underneath your skirt, complaining how much you’reachingfor me.” One of his hands dragged lower and his thumb swept across her scar in a tender touch that forced her to suck in another breath. “When we both know I won’t leave or let you leave this bed without giving you at least one orgasm.”
Oh. Well.That was a hell of a promise.
Santino dipped his head again, followed the trail of his thumb with his tongue at a slower pace, and only then raised up tohis knees. “Now, let’s see how wet you are for me, my beautiful Reiko,” he said as he took himself in-hand.
Reiko watched, breathless and tingly and burning with need, as he rolled his thumb once over the head of his penis, smearing the bead of precum similarly to how she had. Then he released himself and reached for her, sliding that same thumb up her center to eventually roll it over her clit. Her head fell back and she moaned.
She almost missed the sound he made. “Sowet for me.” He removed his thumb in favor of stroking two long fingers through her folds and pushing them partway into her opening. “You ready for me to claim this pussy properly? To fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed?”
Tears stung her eyes unexpectedly. They’d talked about a lot of things, and she had fully engaged the conversation about children—as surreal as it had been—but somehow, only in this moment was it hitting her. Only now, as he touched her so lewdly and promised such indecent, thrilling things, did she make the connection.
He didn’t just think she was beautiful. He didn’t merely want her “as is.” He wanted her the way she’d alwaystrulybeen. He wanted her as awoman. He wanted her for everything she’d never been appreciated for, everything she’d struggled to appreciate in herself.
Her response was watery, stupid emotion filtering into the lust, when she gasped, “Yes, please. All of that.”
Santino stilled, fingers hovering just shy of her center. “Reiko? Do you need to be saying your word?” He’d heard the tears, of course.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, sucked in a hard breath, and shoved the stupid emotion down.I am not ruining this.“No,” she said, a little clearer. She stretched out an arm to brush her fingers through his wonderfully mussed blond hairand smiled. “I’m okay. It was agoodthought. It just caught me off-guard.”
He met her eyes, studying her, and finally smiled. “All right.” He turned his head, pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, and added, “If you say so.”
Her heart warmed. “I promise.”
His grin returned. “Then I’d better give my woman what she wants.” With a subtle adjustment, his length was gliding between her lips, the crown flirting cruelly with her clit. He let out a low moan, as if even that much felt as good to him as it did to her.
Increasingly desperate, Reiko reached down and grabbed her legs by the knees, hauling them up and spreading herself wider. “Please, Santino,” she begged.
He rumbled, blue eyes flashing with appreciation, and positioned himself at her opening. “Such a good girl, presenting herself so pretty to me. You’d better be ready, then, baby.” His hands moved to her hips in an anchoring position. “I might get a little rough.”
She felt herself pulse deep inside and nodded, unable to articulate the burning need.
He slid the tip past her opening, rocked his hips like a tease, then slammed his full, thick length inside.
Reiko cried out, her back arching as stars popped behind her eyes and her insides stretched to accommodate. It had been a long time, and his fingers didn’t compare. But she felt like she’d been aching for him fordays, so the sudden stretch was a mild inconvenience compared to the fuckingdelightof having Santino Guerra buried to the hilt inside her. Bareback.
His hands clenched tight at her hips and he actually moaned, his own head tipped back, as he sat inside her for a lingering moment. “Fucking hell, baby, your pussy is fuckingheaven.”
She might have laughed at his word choice, but he followed the almost rapturous declaration by moving his hips. He slid out slowly, more than halfway, then surged in again. And again. And again. The breath barely caught in her throat before he knocked it out of her, hitting deep every time, and Reiko clung desperately to her legs as she rocked with him.
As if sensing her struggle, Santino released her hips and swept his hands down her thighs, somehow taking over holding her legs where he wanted them and relieving her of the task. His powerful thrusts didn’t falter, practically driving her backward up the bed. “You fit me so good, baby.” He anchored himself deep, suddenly stopping and hooking her legs over his arms as he leaned over her. “You feel that?” He rocked his hips, not leaving her, just grinding against her from the inside.
And she did feel it. Sheabsolutelyfelt it.
“That’s how well you’re taking me, beautiful. Your sweet, tight little pussy’s stretching so fucking perfect for me.” He curled his hands again around her hips, her legs still hanging off his arms, and repeated the grinding motion. “This is mine now, Reiko. Understand?” He pulled back, slowly, until he was barely notched in her at all. “Every inch of you, from the inside out, ismine.”
Her back bowed, a breathless cry escaping her as he surged once more into her core. Into the aching heat that did so clearly belong to him. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the bed. “Yes,” she gasped as he resumed the hard, vision-blurring rhythm that had him dragging across her most sensitive spots. “Yours—I’m yours!”
Santino growled, released her hips, dropped her legs, and stretched fully over her. He shoved one arm underneath her, wrapping it tightly around her waist, and fisted the other hand in her hair as he latched his lips to hers. The altered angle drove him deeper, and she clung to him eagerly. He brought his kneesup to better brace himself, giving his thrusts more power. He was crushing her against him, into the bed, and she didn’t care.
She lifted her legs again, this time wrapping them around his hips, and whimpered into his kiss.
He broke from her lips to murmur against her skin, “Need you to come for me, beautiful. Come for me here, like this, while we’re so fucking close together I can’t tell my heartbeat from yours.” He grazed his teeth over her pulse point as if for emphasis. “Come on my cock, baby. Show me how I make you feel.”
Her nails scraped over his skin as she slid a hand into his hair and grabbed whatever she could. Her hips bucked of their own volition as the orgasm he demanded crested through her with a white-hot ecstasy. She distantly heard herself scream his name, but all she was aware of was his body pressed to hers and a euphoria like she’d never felt burning through her veins.
Then a throaty, masculine moan as the body cocooning hers shuddered and something deep inside her pulsed.
