Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I like it much better than the pine smell all over me.”
“I like it a lot less than that honeysuckle that is usually clinging to your skin.”
Again, another spark of desire ignited.
But then he was running the water, stopping the tub, then dropping in the soap and bomb, making little purple ribbons spread across the top of the water.
“Come here,” Santo demanded, voice soft.
My heart fluttered as I made my way across the room. His eyes were soft as he reached to turn me, finding my zipper, and lowering it down slowly. The cool air kissed my skin, making a shiver move through me as he pushed the straps off my shoulders.
He needed to reach to pull the clinging material off of my breasts, but then the light material was fluttering to the ground.
Santo leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to my shoulder that made my sex clench hard.
He reached between us, unclasping my strapless bra, and letting that fall to the floor as well.
His arms slid around my belly, pulling me back against him, his face buried in my neck.
“Really fucking glad you’re okay,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin. “Felt my heart stop when I heard the panic in your voice on the phone.” His arms pulled me tighter as I lifted my own arm to wrap around the back of his neck. “I’m glad you called me.”
“Me too.” My voice was low and breathless as the sweetness in that moment only managed to make my desire rise. There was nothing sexual about the way he was holding me so gently, about his chaste hand placement. “The police wouldn’t hold me like this,” I added, loving the way his laugh vibrated against me.
“Gonna put this out there. I’m kinda hoping I get to be the only one to hold you this way.”
Clear and open communication? How refreshing.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“Sure?” he asked, his fingers teasing up ever so slightly, the tips teasing under the swells of my breast.
A little shiver moved through me.
“Positive.”
Santo’s hands moved down my belly, snagging my panties, and pressing them down.
“Bath’s ready,” he told me then, releasing me to turn off the water.
The disappointment was immediate and overwhelming, leaving me standing there with an ache between my thighs.
He offered me his hand, and I had no choice but to let him help me into the tub.
I sank down under the water, feeling it immediately chasing away the lingering aches in my body.
Santo stood there looking down at me as I sighed, making my breasts surface from the water.
The sound that escaped me went right between my legs.
Then he was lowering down to his knees and reaching to roll up his sleeves.
Before he even touched me, I knew his intention, and the desire surged through me, making me need to press my thighs together to ease the growing ache.
Santo’s arm slid over the porcelain, his fingertips teasing over the swells of my breasts, working little circles around my nipples, making them twist into needy points. That rumble sound moved through him as his thumb and forefinger rolled one of my nipples, making me arch up into the touch.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers moving to my other nipple. “And so sensitive,” he went on as a little whimper escaped me. “I could stop,” he offered, fingers sliding under my breasts, over my belly. “Or I can see if I can make you feel better.”
I wasn’t capable of words right then.
So I pulled my legs up and let them fall open for him.
That rumbling sound moved through him again as his hand slid over my tummy, then pressed between my thighs.
There was no quieting the moan that escaped me as his fingers found my clit, moving over it in whisper-soft circles that had my hips rocking and my hands grabbing the sides of the tub.
“No,” Santo said, shaking his head a bit. “Touch yourself for me,” he demanded.
As I writhed, the water teased over my breasts, the sensual touch making it easier for my hands to slip up, to close over the swells, to squeeze.
The sound Santo made urged me on.
His fingers slid inside me as mine started to tease around my nipples.
His thrusts were slow, lazy, frustrating.
“You want it faster?” he asked as my hips rocked and my thighs squeezed around his hand.
“Yes.”
His fingers moved harder, faster, as his thumb pressed more firmly against my clit, making my little mewling sounds become ragged, needy moans as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Santo murmured as his fingers fucked me harder. “Come on, let me feel your pussy squeeze my fingers as you come.”
It only took another couple of thrusts before that was exactly what was happening, making my legs shoot out and some water slosh out of the tub as my back arched and my moans filled the tiled room.