Santiago lies beside me, his chest rising in a steady rhythm, one arm flung across my waist like his body can’t stop touching me, evenin sleep.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. Never knew it was possible. I don’t want to break the magic spell.
Santiago has unlocked a piece of me aching to be set free, and there’s no going back.
Last night this man gave me every inch of his focus. Eliminated my self-consciousness with every kiss, every touch, every orgasm. What happened between us was more than sex, it was somethingtransformational.
Logically none of this makes sense. People meet and fuck each other silly every day. That isn’t what happened. Well, we did, I guess, but it was so much more than how many times he made me come—and I’ve absolutely lost count.
What’s going on defies logic. Every cell in my body is drawn to him spiritually, physically, and mentally. Like we’re two halves of a whole and now we’ve found each other.
I can’t explain it and, for the first time in my life, don’t care to analyze it much.
I know what I know.
He’s mine and now it’s my turn to reciprocate.
I kiss his chest tentatively. He doesn’t stir. Trailing my lips downward, I feather kisses across his collarboneand on his nipples. I move the sheet and continue down his stomach, until I see his cock. Soft, resting against his hip.
It’s my first look when he’s not fully erect, and even in its dormant state, impressive.
He shifts a little as I move the sheet off him completely and take him in my hand. I kiss from his crown down his shaft, eliciting a small twitch so I repeat, savoring him more with each pass.
Santiago’s hips shift when I flick out my tongue and drag it up and down the thick vein along the underside. He tastes musky and salty and of something a little sweeter I can’t pinpoint.
Oh. It hits me. I realize the taste is probablyme.
This triggers a new memory of last night when he licked his own come out of my pussy. Spent what seems like hours worshipping my every nook and cranny. My core clenches as I remember the hottest thing I ever experienced in my life.
Heat rushes through me and, without thinking, my lips close over the tip of his cock. I swirl my tongue into his little slit and suck.
He groans, still sleeping, as his cock fills.
I take more and more of him into my mouth, bobbing up and down until the tip touches the back of mythroat. In an almost trancelike state, I savor and suck, coating him with my saliva.
Somewhere in my haze, I hear his voice graveled with sleep and surprise. “Rosa…”
I hum around him, committed. His cock is harder now, hot and pulsing as I explore him with shallow sucks and gentle licks. As he lengthens and thickens, it’s impossible for me to take him entirely in my mouth anymore so I wrap my hand around his base, hoping I’m doing everything the way he likes.
My goal is to give him as much pleasure as he gave me.
Breathing through my nose, I flatten my tongue and lick from the base to the tip, wetting him thoroughly. My cheeks hollow around the length of him. He groans and bucks into me. His hand finds my hair. Not to push, not to control, but to guide.
“Fuck,yessss,” he grits out. “You feel amazing, baby. So fucking tight and wet.”
The praise steadies me.
Subtly, he shows me what he likes with the slow rock of his hips. He doesn’t force himself too deep and isn’t rough, but it helps me learn how to please him. I swirl my tongue around the head again then drag it down his shaft.
Hegrimaces and bucks. “Will you go lower?” His thumb brushes my jaw. “Suck on my balls?”
“Like this?” I lift his cock and suck them gently, one at a time. The sound tearing from his chest makes my core tighten.
“God, Rosa…” His hips gyrate. “You’re a goddamn miracle.”
I smile and press his thighs apart, bolder now. Eager to make him let go so I can drink him down, I increase my pace. Licking and laving, fondling his ball sack while my tongue teases the head.
“Am I doing okay? Are you close?” I peer up at him through his spread legs.
