All at once, he snaked his hand up to cradle the back of her head under her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, a deep, hot kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, stroking against hers until shewas weakened and needy for him. That kiss, the thrumming heat of his full body pressing into hers, his moan at the contact, and the wine-sweet taste on his lips, all broke down her last physical defense. The internal barrier crumbled and fell away, unable to bear the heavy weight of her desire for him. Now she was all soft, shuddering desire, wanting to give, needing him to take everything.
“Shower cap,” she tried weakly, but he grinned against her mouth.
“I need you totally naked.”
“I think no clothes qualifies as naked.”
“No,” he said, pausing to stare deeply into her eyes, into the secret parts of her. Stared so deeply, it made tears rise to her eyes that she hoped he would believe were somehow from the spray of shower water. “In there.” He touched the center of her chest. “The Vanessa I married. The one I need back in my life.”
Then without waiting for another response, another protest, he pushed her under the rushing water, went down on his knees, and licked in between her folds with a raspy, flat tongue.
Oh God, it was glorious.
“Oh my…oh my…my hair,” she wailed with soft despair. His answering laughter vibrated into her pussy, and she moaned.
It was even better than that morning. She loved the short strands of his hair even though it was too short to really grasp, loved the tongue swirling around her clit and leaving her delirious. Added to her own bliss was the sight of him reaching down and roughly stroking his own rock hard length, the bulbous tip darkened. This had been one of their favorite things to do when playing andfuck yes, it still was.
He looked up at her and their eyes connected. That hungry, lust-filled gaze rocked her to her core. She couldn’t tell if his face was wet purely from the water pelting her head and shoulders and running down her pebbled nipples or if it was from her ownflood of juices. Either way, it didn’t last nearly as long as she would have wanted. The tension, the pleasure, the glaze of desire in his eyes, all caused an explosion that set off sparks in every part of her.
“Santino. I’m coming,” she moaned, loudly, her head tipping backward and not giving a damn about her hair or anything else but the plump lips sucking on her clit, the rippling waves pulsing through her body.
He kept licking her nub, drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of her until she pulled her hips away, now overly sensitized. Santino was holding onto her thighs while staring up at her, something worshipful in the darkened blue of his eyes, yet at the same time silently commanding her to make the next offering. He’d given her ecstasy, but he needed to take even more from her.
This time she already knew this wasn’t where it stopped, not when her nipples were still aching for that mouth, not when her pussy still throbbed at the sight of his rock hard, girthy dick jutting from its dark gold base. Sliding her own hands to cup his face, and then stroking that hardened jawline, she guided him up to standing.
“We’re gonna wet up the sheets if we get into the bed like this,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes.
“Do you care?” Santino asked, palming her cheek in turn. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, tasting like her, and she sucked on the tongue that had given her so much sweet attention.
“I don’t want to sleep in the wet spot.” Vanessa’s teasing remark made him laugh.
She loved that laugh.
It was probably the one thing she missed most about sex with him, besides the cock that was poking into her belly. Fucking him was hot, nasty and sweet, but it was also reallyfun.
Santino rolled his eyes, then grabbed three of the thick, luxe towels from the shelf. Tucking them under his arm, he pulled her back into the bedroom and then spread them out so they overlapped and formed a decent landing strip in the center. But now that she was out there wet, the cold air of the AC chilled her flesh. Without another word, he pushed her onto the towels and let her adjust herself as he climbed up and on top, ready to unleash that tiger.
She was expecting an onslaught on her body, ready to have him push her thighs apart and drive right in. That’s what she wanted, because that would be easiest. If he just took her, fucked her hard, then exploded in a frenzied burst of glory, she could say later that it had all happened so fast she hadn’t had time to think it through. She could say there’d been no time to put the brakes on, to guard her heart or her womb, like he’d caught her blindsided.
But no. His kisses were slow, deliberate. His exploration of her mouth, then the soft, tender skin of her throat and oh, yes, the magic spot…it was purposefully tender. The tugging and sucking on her nipples until they ripened like fruit was direct and made her push as much of her tit in his mouth as she could. He treated her to that for a long, achingly good time, licking and biting them until they were each so big and sensitive that she nearly came from that alone.
“Mm…I missed these titties,” he whispered, kissing his way back up from her breastbone to her lips.
“I can tell,” she said. Her voice was unsteady, impatient now, but she still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of making her beg for it.
Still, when he lay that big, long body on hers, he didn’t have to nudge her legs apart. They opened for him, opened to him. Fisting his ready cock, he used the head to kiss her clit and then rubbed slow, lazy circles that had her arching her back,shamelessly rocking against him. He made her slippery with the pre-cum welling from the tip. She craved more, needed more.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his hot rush of air skipping across her cheek and tickling the hair at her temple.
“I…” Vanessa pushed her hips up again, offering him everything but the answer he was seeking, but he pulled back. Frustrating her, tempting her.
His beautiful face was unyielding above her, as he drew out this torment, keeping the pressure on her clit then sliding down against her lower lips. He parted those folds and pushed right inside her entrance. “Do you? Do you believe me when I tell you this pussy is the only one I’ve ever tasted, the only one I’ve come in? Do you trust that this dick is all yours?”
“Stop teasing me, please,” she whispered back. He rubbed the tip up and down her folds again, making her slick and weak for it. She lifted her hips, desperate for him to fill her.
“Not until you say it. Do you trust me?” Santino’s eyes blazed, the silvery blue turned gunmetal being overtaken by the black of his pupils. They demanded an answer and pulled one out of her.
“I believe you.”
