Her voice is almost teasing. “Again?”
“Not for me. For you.”
Her brows lift, but I see it in her eyes. A flicker of surprise. The quiet war she’s still fighting, even after everything we just shared.
“I’m not finished with you, Rosa.” I drag my finger through her slit. “Not until you know your body is made for decadence. Not until you stop second-guessing how desirable you are.”
Her lips part. “Santi—”
I lean in, kiss her slowly. “Let me worship every part of you. Free your mind of inhibitions. I’ll show you we haven’t even scratched the surface.”
She breathes out, shaky but sure. “Yes. Okay.”
I move down the bed and gently nudge her thighs apart. Rosa opens for me again, hesitating then unflinching. Even at her most vulnerable, she’s powerful.
Fuck me. She’s flushed from earlier and glistening—our combined release mixed with her renewed arousal. I love seeing her filled and undone andalive.
I lower my head, cover her pussy with my mouth and taste her like I’m starving. She gasps, hips arching, hands flying to the sheets.
Her clit is over-sensitive, quivering, so I take my time. I want to learn her every reaction. Every shift in breath. Every subtle quake.
I don’t let her hide. I kiss and lick and hum into her until she moans out loud, voice ragged, raw,real. When she comes, it’s with an unbridled, keening moan, breaking everything open in the air around us.
Encouraged, Idrinkher, slow and deep, pushing my tongue into her like I’m trying to memorize the taste of her surrender. Of us. Her core tightens and seizes as I double and triple down. My tongue circles her clit, then softly sucks on it, coaxing another climax from her like pulling flame from coal.
Using my thumbs, I spread her wide open and drag my tongue through her most secret folds, sucking onher outer and then inner lips before focusing on her sensitive little nub again.
She yelps, hands tangled in the sheets. “Santiago—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” I kiss the tender skin above her wisp of dark pubic hair. “I promise.”
Resuming my feast, I let my fingers join my mouth. One, then two. Slow and smooth, curving until I locate the spongy spot in her channel. I watch her eyes flutter, mouth slack, pleasure blooming across her face.
I hold her there, steady. Present. Relentless.
Rosa’s next orgasm hits her like a typhoon. She sobs and punches the bed with her fists, hips jackknifing off the bed. Her cries sound possessed.
I move up her body and kiss her parted lips. “Do you want more?” I guide my cock to her entrance.
She nods, a soundless, aching yes.
I slide back inside her and everything else falls away.
We don’t speak.
We don’t rush.
We move in a rhythm our bodies already seem to know.
When I come, it’s with a fierce stillness, buried so deep in I forget where I end and she begins.
Chapter eleven
The Next Morning
It’smidmorningwhenIwake up.
Light spills through the sheer curtains in golden bands, like grace.
