I lie there, trembling, filled with his weight, his heat, his come.
And Iloveit.
I love themessof it, theclaiming. The way my body has been stretched and used and is now gloriouslyhis. Iwantmore. There’s no goingback.
He shifts slightly, drawing lazy shapes on my hip with his thumb. “You okay?”
“I’ve never felt more okay.” A small smile curls at the corner of my lips.
Santiago kisses my temple, his lips soft and reverent. “Even if we didn’t mean for us to go this fast,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to stop.”
Neither do I.
But I don’t say it. Not yet.
Instead, the world narrows to a tangle of heat and heart, bodies trembling, drenched in each other. He shifts, careful and slow, then slides out of me with a soft, aching drag. The bed sighs beneath us as he pulls me against him, his chest to my back, one arm looping tightly around my waist.
His cock, still half-hard, nestles into the curve of my ass, sticky and warm, and somehow this lingering contact is more intimate than anything else we’ve done tonight.
His lips find the top of my head. I let my eyes flutter closed, muscles slack with surrender. He holds me in place, hand splayed across my belly like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me from the inside out.
He strokes a lazy pattern just beneath my navel, then lets his hand drift lower until his fingers movegently over my still-sensitive clit, each touch light but devastating, like he’s trying to tease another tremor out of me just to prove he can.
A whimper escapes, small and helpless. “Santiago…”
“Let me,” he whispers into my skin. “I want to make you come again. Slowly this time.”
Within a few minutes, he’s fully erect, nudging at my entrance, his fingers still stroking as he presses into me with aching care, inch by inch we’re fully merged.
He doesn’t thrust. Or chase a climax of his own.
His fingers work me, slow and devastating, until a pleasure so acute and unyielding creeps up like dense, inescapable mist. My body clenches around him in ripples, not harsh spasms. My soft cries swallowed by his kisses.
The intensity of this orgasm is infinitely deeper, shattering everything I knew before.
After, he wraps himself tighter around me, hand at my belly, cock submerged inside me, like he belongs there.
“Do you know what’s happening between us?” he whispers.
I nod, breathshaking. “I think so.”
“Sex hasneverbeen like this for me.” His voice is strained with emotion. “Making love with you is like the first time, only a million times better.”
The air stills. A warm silence stretches around us. His touch softens. Fingers drift in lazy strums over my skin. Our bodies remain joined, and in the quiet of my rental bedroom, something new takes root.
Something lasting perhaps?
God, I need to get a grip. A transformational sexual encounter doesn’t mean anything, really.
I need to live in the moment. Enjoy being filled, held, and whole.
Hopefully have a few more orgasms.
No need to give my heart away so soon.
This is more than enough for now.
Chapter ten
