Then it occurs to me, we didn’t use a condom and nothing’s leaking out of me.
He hasn’t come yet. He didn’t let himself because we didn’t use protection. The realization strikes like a spark in the fog of my afterglow.
“Rosa…” Santiago presses his forehead to my temple, voice rough with restraint. “I got caught up. I wasn’t… I didn’t anticipate we’d get here so fast,” he breathes, searching my face. “I didn’t bring anything. I wasn’t planning tofuck. I’m so sorry I didn’t stop before…”
I blink up at him, my body still molten, nerves singing. “I didn’t expect this to happen either, but it isn’t your fault. We’re both consenting adults. Unless you give me reason to think otherwise, I don’t regret it.”
He exhales, with relief. “I was selfish. I can take care of you so many other ways. We should have discussed this…before. If it alleviates any worry, I was honest when I told you I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’m clean. I’ve been tested. I would never deliberately harm you.”
His earnest, unpolished words sinkinto me.
I hear the question inside the confession. I sense the hesitation. His desire warring with the fear of crossing a line with me.
Something uncoils deep in my belly, and the answer comes not from logic, but from the raw place he seems to touch “I want to make you come too.” My voice trembles with truth. “Insideme.”
His eyes widen, not with lust. Something deeper.
“Are you sure?” His hand slides along my jaw, cupping it like I might vanish. “We don’t have to—”
“Iwantto.” I cover his hand with mine. “Obviously, I’m clean too. I’m also protected. I have an IUD. I want this. I wantyou.”
Santiago groans softly, like the sound has been torn from him. “Fuck, Rosa…”
Then he kisses me again. Messy and consuming as he shifts his hips and guides himself back to my entrance. The slick, blunt head of his cock presses into my opening. This time, there’s nothing between us. No questions. No barriers.
Only heat and trust.
He pushes in and the sensation the second time around isdevastating.
My body stretches to take him, the fullness stealing my breath. It’s raw and overwhelming andright. I moan into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist as he sinks deep anddeeper, until I’m utterly filled.
“Oh my God.” I throw my head back. “You’re the key I was missing.”
He holds still, buried to the hilt, chest heaving against mine.
“Ahhhh, yesss,” he rasps. “I won’t last, you’re too much like heaven.”
“Don’t hold back.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I want you to fill me.”
His eyes widen and lock on to mine. Something shifts—lust, yes, but also something more feral. Primal.
Me giving him permission flips a switch inside him.
Santiago grinds deeper and faster with every thrust. His hips rotate and swivel to ensure the head of his cock zeroes in on the sensitive parts of me still swollen and fluttering from my previous orgasm. Our rhythm builds. My hips rise to meet him as I chase the edge again.
This time, the burn begins low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter.
His tempo turns desperate, erratic.
“I’m so fucking close,” he growls. “God, Rosa, I’m gonna lose it…”
“Yes,” I moan, clinging to him. “I want it. I wantallof it.”
With a broken cry, he drives deep one final time, his whole body tensing as he spills everything he has into me. Thick, hot, and endless. The flood of his release trickles down my inner thighs and the sensation of every throb and pulse of his cock trembling through the aftershocks nearly wrecks me.
Our intimacy ignites a fuse I didn’t know was waiting to be lit.
My second orgasm rips through me, raw and liquid. My body clamps around him, milking him. Waves and waves of the most exquisite pleasure ripple through my core. When the spasms fade, he doesn’t pull out. He stays pressed inside, his forehead buried in the curve of my neck.
