“Fuck,” he whines as he tries to grind up against my core. “Your pussy is radiating heat.”
I let him rub up against me, loving how fucking good it feels. My toes curl and my breath catches as I drip all over Santi’s cock and lap. God, if we keep this up, I’ll cum without him ever getting inside of me. I pull back a bit, forcing myself to focus.
“Grab my breasts, hold me in your hands,” I encourage.
Santi nods vigorously, confirming that he hears my command. Rather than go straight for my breasts, as I expect him to, Santi sits up and cups my face. He kisses me again. This time the kiss is slow, sweet, and deep. He sucks on my bottom lip and then slips his tongue into my mouth when my lips part for him. His hands fall to my shoulders, the touch light as ifhe’s afraid to hurt me. The rough calluses on his palms feel good as they slide across my skin, descending over my chest. Santi groans into my mouth as he cups one breast, then the other.
He pulls away from my mouth to look down at me.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers.
There’s a tremor running through his hands, I can feel it against my sensitive skin and it excites me. His nerves are adorable.
“Squeeze me,” I reply but he doesn’t need the command this time.
Santi kneads my breasts gently, getting a feel for them in his palms. His thumbs brush over my pebbled nipples and I gasp at how good it feels. Arching my chest into his palms, I close my eyes and drown in the touch.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice raspy as he runs his thumbs over me again.
“Yes, it feels good. They’re so sensitive…”
Unable to help myself, I lean my hips forward and rock up against his cock. His precum has leaked down the length of it and that, along with my own weeping arousal, makes the motion slick and easy. I gasp at the sensation, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for me to impale myself onto Santi. He groans loudly and his body trembles beneath me.
“Can I…” he starts, then sucks in a shaky breath. “Can I suck on your tits?”
The tentative way he asks has me smiling. It also makes me want to tease him a bit. Pausing my hips, I tilt my head to consider the request.
“Say please.”
“Please,cariño.”
I shake my head. “Not enough. Beg for my tits, Santi.”
“I want to taste you,” he pleads. “I want to suck, and tease, and roll my tongue over your pretty nipples. Tell me that I can. Please!”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning. A girl could get used to this.
“Go ahead,” I permit.
I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone look as nervous and excited as Santi does right now. He wraps an arm around my waist, giving me something to lean against, as I lean back to arch my chest up for him. Bending down, Santi takes almost my entire left breast into his mouth. His warm mouth settles over most of me and I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple before he gives me a long, hard suck.
“Shit, Santi!” I gasp, arching into his body.
As promised, Santi sucks my nipple, then teases it with his tongue. He’s encouraged to repeat an action when I let out a breathy gasp or deep groan. My breath hitches as he pulls me closer. Unable to stop myself, I start rocking against his thick cock between my legs again. The friction against my clit sends another current of pleasure rushing through me. My arms wrap around Santi’s head and I cradle him to my bosom as he devours me.
His body trembles and tenses. Between my legs his thick cock grows harder.
“Santi,” I whisper just as he jerks his head away, lifts his hip andwails.
“Fuck!No!” He cries out as ropes of cum shoot up and drench my lower stomach. “Damn it!”
My own release is within reach, I can feel it and seeing Santi lose control before even sinking deep inside of me only tips me that much closer toward an orgasm.
“I’m sorry, shit. Fuck,” he bites out as he finishes. “Damn it, that’s not what I wanted to have happen. I’m so sorry, Blair.”
My body is a trembling ball of desire as I force myself to stop climbing toward my own release. With a hard swallow, I scoot off Santi’s lap to sit between his legs. The cum on my lower abdomen drips down between my legs and over my clit. I shiver in response. Santi looks at his mess, then to me—shame turning his cheeks a bright pink.
“I’m sorry, I just get so excited sometimes and?—”
