He nods. Gently. Affectionately. Decisively.
He reaches down to cup my cheek. “I could let go but I’d rather be inside you. Come up here.”
He sits up and draws me into his lap.
“Let’s do it this way.” He guides me to straddle him.
I blink. “You want me to be on top?”
“Yeah.” His hands glide up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. “I want to look into your eyes and come together.”
Oh. My. God.Yes.
I settle over him. His cock, slides between my folds. He doesn’t shift to push inside, instead, he angles my hips, palms firm on each of my ass cheeks.
“Feel how hard you make me?” he purrs as he moves me against him. My clit drags along the thick ridge of him, just beneath his head. “Right there. Grind on me. Let’s see how close you can get before we fuck.”
I rock my hips experimentally.
The sensation is…astonishing.
His cock slides perfectly through my slit with slow, hot pressure. The friction is a different kind of intensity. The visual of his cock nestled between my pussy lips combined with the sensation on my clit is nearly too much.
“Oh,” I whisper.
He watches me like he’s in complete awe. “Yes, Rosa. Holy fuck this is hot. Do you like it?”
“God, yeah.” I start grinding in slow circles, pressing down, rolling up again. His pubic bone catches me with every roll of my hips. The heat builds quickly, dizzying and sweet. My hands splay on his chest. His mouth finds my breast, and when he draws a nipple into his mouth, I cry out.
“Fuck, Santiago—”
“Keep going,” he murmurs. “Take what you need. I’m yours.”
He doesn’t thrust. His hands remain planted on each cheek, helping me find the perfect angle as his mouth moves from my breasts to my throat and back again, devouring me like chocolate. Every time my clit drags over him, the sparks take me higher and hotter.
A wave builds, intense, consuming,new. I clutch at his shoulders, hips stuttering.
“Santi—something’s happening—”
He looks into my eyes, breath ragged. “Let it. Let go.”
He pinches my nipple hard and I detonate.
It crashes through me, sharp and bright. This isn’t just an orgasm, it’s so much more. My body seizes, pleasure radiating and spiraling through my center like I’ve been waiting to erupt this way for years. I sob into his neck, unable to stop the rush of it. My pussy trembles and clenches and then I soak him with a gush of release.
His arms are around me in an instant, holding me close.
“God, Rosa,” he breathes. “You’re everything.”
I can barely speak. My breath comes in broken little gasps.
Santiago guides his cock inside me. The mere sensation of him stretching and filling me is so incredibly right, I come again, soaking us both even more.
He couldn’t care less. He seizes my hips and fucks up into me. We move together, chests and lips fused together, faster and faster in molten frenzy. His fingers slip between us and he presses my clit with his thumb.
One little touch and I clench around him and explode yet again at the exact same time as he erupts, whispering my name like it’s sacred.
After, I collapse on top of him, reaffirming this is not just sex we share. It’s power. It’s surrender to the inevitable.
