“Kira.” He was almost chanting her name. “Do you want this?”
“I want you,” she gasped, and besh, she was out of breath. They hadn’t even done anything and she was out of breath. “I want you just as much. Take off your shirt.”
“Good,” he said, although she didn’t know if he approved of her consent or of her asking him to take off his jacket, then his shirt. How unfair that he also had a gorgeous body. A little on the wiry side, but brimming with strength under those smooth planes.
She started shrugging off her jacket, and flapped it off when the sleeve caught in her wrist. Santi chuckled, but his eyes were all sparkly, melty and sexy when he looked at her. He licked his bottom lip, before he bit it, and Kira could have sworn that shefeltthat little bite.
“What did I do?” he said. “Who did I pray to, to deserve you, hm?”
“You did this to yourself, no.” She smiled at him, humming in delight as his fingers traced the neckline of her wraparound dress. Her skin was tingling, her body was starting to feel heavy as her muscles tensed, as he wound her up. “It’s your stars and mine, a moment where you and I are both here.”
“I don’t want a moment,” he disagreed, urging her to unbutton herself a little quicker by dipping his tongue in the valley of her cleavage. “I want everything with you, Kira. As long as you’ll have me. I want to stay here in Lipa, I want to be happy here. There’s nothing else.”
“Oh god,” she sighed, because he was tracing his hands around her breasts, his fingers fluttering against her nipples. She tightened her hold on him, and it wasn’t just because she could feel herself surrendering to how he was making her feel (hot, beautiful, desired). His words touched her, because they were everything she wanted too—this moment, this place, this man. This possibility of happily ever after, right here.
“I think you mean Santi,” he corrected, chuckling as she playfully kicked him. He leaned forward and kissed the middle of her chest, just at the top of the dip of her cleavage, nipping at the spot that he’d kissed, soothing it with another kiss. “Lean back a little.”
She did, and it was almost criminal how smoothly he tugged at the tie on her waist, letting the front of the dress fall open, and even Kira was surprised at how flushed she was all over, how he didn’t seem to notice the brown stretch marks on her waist, the deeper, older ones peeking up around her breasts.
“I want you,” he repeated, and with a flick of his wrist, the dress fell open to give her a full view of her lime green sports bra.
“What the...” he said, and Kira’s face flushed furiously.
“Making chocolate is a sport,” she explained, and she really would like him to take it off now please, because it was really hot, and she really wanted him to touch her there. “My boobs, my bra, my choice, buddy.”
“You really should learn to pick up some Virgo habits,” he tutted, pulling the dress aside even more to reveal her favorite panties, dark blue and went all the way up her waist. “Ready for anything.”
“Oh, is that why you keep condoms so close by?” she asked, raising a brow, pulling out the little pack she’d managed to pull from the back of his jeans when they were walking to the house. See, pockets were great.
“Touché,” Santi laughed, pulling at the band of the sports bra to lift it over her head. And god the sweet relief of one’s boobs being freed from a sports bra was unparalleled. She sighed happily. And because he was a gentleman, Santi did her the service of taking off his belt and his jeans as well, as was polite.
Kira was pretty sure she’d said “oh my god,” again, because there had to be something godly about that V line of his, and how very obviously he was enjoying this.
He kissed her again, holding up one breast, making her gasp as he tasted the skin, licked her now stiff and erect nipples. Kira’s thighs wrapped around his hips and she squeezed, bringing his still-covered erection between her legs. The little grunt he made and the gasp that followed when Kira arched her hips slightly were ones she would keep with her forever.
Santi pinched her nipple a little too hard, and she made a sharp noise of protest, but accepted him kissing the spot in apology.
“Let me show you,” she told him, and she was awkward at first, frowning slightly as she pushed up her breasts, closer to her body, tweaked and twirled a finger around the nipple. She’d never had to show anyone how she liked this before, she realized. “Then I can...”
She arched her hips again, and that little touch from his heat made her push harder, squeeze tighter. Kira was enjoying this, enjoyed hearing their breaths get shorter, and shorter, their cries get a little louder.
“Santi,” she breathed. “I was promised a good eating out.”
“I did.” He acquiesced, tugging her underwear down and making her lean back again so he had enough space to press his palm against her mound, making her release a choked gasp when he slid a finger between her legs. She heard the squish of something wet as his finger made its exploration, slowly sliding up until he found her clit.
“Pu-ta,” Kira groaned, breathy and long as Santi swirled the mound gently. Kira made a little sound of pleasure, and Santi needed a second finger to properly touch it, swirl against it like Kira had on her nipple.
“Who is?” Santi joked, and how did he even have the audacity to joke at a time like this?
Kira moaned, and her hips rose against his hand while he stroked her, adding another finger against her clit while she clenched against nothing. The back of his hand pressed against his own straining erection, making him moan, too. As if sensing his distraction, Kira dropped her hand from her breast and sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers slid to where she wanted him, and she lightly squeezed his cock. Santi made an unholy sound, a cross between a moan and a cry, one she was sure he had never made before in his life.
“Distracted?” she teased. He grunted in response and pulled his hand back, tugging her underwear down completely.
“Bed,” he managed to say. “Now.”
“Briefs,” she said in response, her brow rising. “Now.”
He was much too impatient for his own good, and scooped her up off of the console, Kira’s arms immediately wrapping around his neck as she squealed in surprise.
