And she knew they should start on a battle plan for Gemini. She knew that they had exactly thirty days to clear up her strategy, to make a case. Ask him to check her work. But she wanted at least a day, one day to celebrate the fact that Anton Santillan actually came to Lipa. That he’d come for her. That he washere, and that she was fully accepting the fact that she desired him.
Everyone told her that love would come if you were patient, if you were good, if you were simple, if you prayed, if you manifested it. But Kira was only just starting to understand what that actually meant—love was already here. But it was up to you to take it if you wanted to. Crushing, liking, falling for someone were all active things, and they were all things that ended the waiting.
And today, she chose to end her waiting.
“I need you, Santi,” she said, smiling up at him. “I mean, there are other things, but right now I needyou.”
“Right, I said I—oh,” he said, seemingly understanding. His face melted into a tiny smile, before he hid it away by kissing her. “Okay. As long as you don’t say—”
“Let’s start this New Year with a bang?” Kira winked at him, and he groaned.
“That.”
Despite all the naughty things she’d ever done in her life (not that there were alot,but there were enough), Kira had never done this before. Never literally snuck out of a family event for a guy, never walked into his house with the full intent of having sex with him, just because they could. And they could, which was as surprising as it was exciting.
In her earlier days, having sex was a Major Operation. It had to be with someone she could trust with her life, somewhere special, somewhere she could leave when she didn’t feel safe, someone else had to know just in case. She had to be the one buying the condom because you never knew. How funny that her Scorpio Moon showed up when she least expected it.
But Kira needed some level of control over the situation, because she couldn’t afford to lose it. She supposed those were the red flags that told her that she didn’t exactly feel as safe as she should. And it wasn’t like it was easy in Lipa, where people would always find out.
But walking into Santi’s house with him was easy. Kissing him was lovely, and it felt good. She didn’t care if people knew, because she wanted this. She was willing to explain this.Panindigan mo, and use protection,had been the extent of her family’s Sex Ed talk, and she knew she could stand for this.
They kissed on his entryway; neither of them seemed to be able to decide if they should keep kissing or take off their shoes. Kira was wondering how Santi could keep bending his head like that, because height difference.
“Fuck,” he growled, and Kira could swear she almost came when she heard that, and he caught one last kiss before he fussed with his boat shoes to take them off. Kira laughed and walked past him, her sandals already off and placed by the wall.
“Ah buti na lang I wear sandals,” she giggled, walking into Santi’s living room, swaying her hips a little.
“Did you just move in?” Kira asked, looking around at his, um...minimalist style.
There was a couch. It was a good couch, nice and big, but that was literally it. Most of the living room walls were still that primer white, clashing against the hardwood floors. Sure the floor-to-ceiling sliding doors made it seem cool and zen, but this was Santi’s home, and there was nothing of him in it. Which was odd, given how personal La Spezia was, how carefully chosen the furniture was in Hotel Villa.
“I haven’t exactly settled in,” Santi explained, coming up from behind to wrap his arms around her, distracting her with a kiss to her neck, making Kira’s entire body shiver and her inner thighs clench. “And my plans to eat you out are not for this room.”
“Oh my god.Plansto eat me out. Such a Virgo,” she said, rolling her eyes, and she felt the low rumble in his chest as he chuckled, loosening his hold on her, his lips lifting from her skin. Kira whimpered a little because, come on, dude, she was really enjoying the kiss, really enjoying being able to just brace herself on those arms of his. “Huy naman.”
“Kira,” he said; he had to be lowering his voice like this on purpose. Like he was trying to make her come with just the sound of his voice. By saying her name in that private, whispery way, that way that was meant only for intimate moments like this. “Do I have your consent to make you come?”
MALAMANG!Kira almost said.I mean, yes.
“Exactly how were you planning on doing it, Anton?” She turned her head so there was no doubt he could hear her. She swayed her hips a little, and he followed, her hands still bracing lightly against his arms as he ran them up the front of her thighs. And what was that weird breathy sound? Right, it was her.
“First,” he began, and she pulled his arms up, giving him permission to go higher, higher... “I would like you to come on my mouth. I’m sure you will be exquisite on my tongue, Kira.”
A finger brushed against her swollen bottom lip, as Santi’s other hand slid just under the skirt of her dress, fluttering against the place he wanted his tongue to be. Kira shuddered.
“A-and?” she asked, knowing this was a dangerous game they were playing, but a little danger was always good.
“And the rest, will be up to you,” he told her, resting his hands on her hips. “I’ve waited three years to do this, but I want you to want me. As much as I’ve dreamed about you.”
“Oh my god,” Kira gasped, and she could feel Santi grin, as his lips were currently preoccupied with the side of her neck and shoulder.
“I’m right here,” he murmured into her ear, and she felt the little licks of flame that he’d ignited with those three little words prickle on her skin, and shit. Ang hot.
“You are so full of yourself,” she told him, turning so she could face him, her arms looped around his neck. He kissed like a man on a mission, a little desperate for her to want him as much as he wanted her. She reached around him and tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling him down so she could whisper to him now.
“Just like you will be,” he reminded her, and she laughed, looping her fingers in the waistband of his jeans this time (not Uniqlo, Kira was only a little disappointed), using that to pull him closer, to bring those lips of his to hers. They danced backward until her back met a console table, and how did she not realize that there was a console table?
Santi placed his hands on both sides of her waist, lowering his head and caging her in. She still couldn’t figure out what he smelled like, but she loved it. Was slightly addicted to it.
