“Shut up.” I open my legs up as far as they can go so he has full access to view my pussy and I order, “Clean me up,now.”
Crestfallen, Santi reaches for one of the shirts on the ground.
“With yourmouth, Santiago.”
His hand freezes in the air as his head whips back to look at me. The shock blows the dejected expression right off his face. Between his legs his deflating cock twitches.
“Really?” he asks, hope flaring to life in those pretty brown eyes.
I lean back on my forearms. “If you don’t get your mouth on my pussy and start cleaning up the mess you made, I’ll never let you touch me again.”
Santi hesitates for only a fraction of a second before he’s diving forward. I laugh breathlessly as he throws my legs over his shoulders and his face dips down to do as he’s told. He laps up what’s still lingering on my skin, above my pubic bone first. When he’s done, his tongue slides down and right over my clit.
I’m so sensitive and needy that the abrupt warm, wet feel of his tongue on my clit sends pleasure shooting through me, like a flock of birds taking flight. My howl and sharp buck of my hips cause Santi to freeze. He looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes now blazing with excitement all over again.
“Did you like that,cariño?” he asks.
I nod frantically. “God yes, that’s… do that again.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face before it disappears between my legs. Again his tongue slides over my swollen,throbbing clit. I rock into his mouth as he repeats the move. My thighs close in around his head as my back arches off the floor.
“Your tongue… try a soft circular motion over my clit,” I tell him breathlessly. “Maybe suck a—fuck! Just like that, don’t stop Santi! You’re doing such a good job.”
We both let out a groan as I start to squirm and buck. I can tell he’s listening to my body, about what’s working and what isn’t because he adjusts, fine-turning every little movement until I can’t think straight. I reach down, grabbing at his hair, and pushing the back of his head down so that there’s no pulling away as I finally unravel.
My orgasm feels like a singular firework. It shoots up through my abdomen, into my chest, and into my head. There it explodes, erasing thoughts, stealing the breath in my lungs, and causing my entire body to convulse like I’ve been electrified. My cry of pleasure is muffled by the ringing in my ears. I can feel my body gushing as my arousal spills from me.
Poor Santi, I’m probably suffocating him.
Could I be the first woman in the world to kill a man via pussy? That would be pretty cool and I don’t think Santi would mind, either.
Eventually, my orgasm subsides. My pussy clenches around nothing as my legs fall away from Santi’s head, freeing him from my hold. He grunts as he suddenly gets up onto his hands and knees, and then reaches between his legs.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” he groans.
I watch him through a hooded gaze, still drifting on my high. It takes me a second, but it clicks as to what he’s doing.
“Stop that!” I cry out, both outraged and achy as I sit up abruptly.
Santi stops rapidly stroking his already hard cock. His head whips up with confusion. “What? I need?—”
“Yeah, I need that too!” I nearly whine as I realize what this means. “Get on your back.Now.”
Santi blinks, then understanding dawns on his face. “Hell, yes!”
He’s on his back a second later and half a second after that I’m climbing over him. Without any preamble or words, I impale myself onto Santi. Well, I try to. We both cry out in surprise as I attempt to get him inside of me.
“You’re so thick,” I cry out, wiggling my hips and loving the fullness as I make my way downward. “You feel so good, Santi.”
“I-I—” he chokes out but that’s all he manages before tilting his head back and crying out as I slip down his cock.
It takes a few gloriously long moments to get Santi inside of me but when I’m completely seated on him, I’m a shaking, sweaty mess of bliss.
“Oh god, you feel incredible inside of me,” I groan as I start to ride him. I lean down, bracing my hands on his chest, and lift my hips before sliding back down him. I choke and gasp, loving how full and intense this is. “Look at me, Santi.”
Santi keens before forcing his eyes halfway open to stare up at me. His eyes are glossy. I’d hardly call himfocusedbut I can see that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Blindly, his hands find my ass and he grips me tight and lifts his hips up to meet each of my thrusts.
“I’m going to cum,” he sputters out, his proclamation twisted into a half-whine. “You feel too good, Blair.”
