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“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 really fun .

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.”

If Santino perceived the difference, she didn’t know. But he still didn’t just fucking take her with one brutal thrust as she was dying for him to do. Frustration exploded in her chest all at once.

She didn’t want lovemaking. She needed wrath. Needed to get these three years of sorrow and rage pummeled out of her through her pussy, wanted him to release all his hostility in hot, angry jets of cum. She wanted him to fight her while fucking her.

This…this tenderness was something she couldn’t face.

Still, he didn’t just take her. Santino notched himself at her entrance again, pushed in and stayed there until she was dripping.

Her trembling thighs widened and then it happened.

He reclaimed her pussy one deliciously slow inch at a time, all the while staring deeply into her eyes.

When he was fully seated, their combined gasp was the most beautiful sound, sweeter than any music she’d heard that day.

This was happening. He was inside her again, demanding himself a home in her again. And even though she was now more fucking terrified than ever before to allow him in like this, it was also the best decision she’d made in a long, long time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

Santino didn’t move, holding himself still to allow her time to adjust to his size again.

His gorgeous length reached every spot, making her feel every bit of that velvety hardness.

She’d never told him she wasn’t all that much more experienced than he’d been the first time they’d had sex, since Belle had advised her never to tell a man how many lovers she’d had before him.

He’d overwhelmed her then and now, once again, she felt like the virgin at the pain from the stretching that quickly gave way to bliss.

Finally, he thrust, retreated, thrust again, establishing a rhythm as they rocked together. Her hips met his for each one and she moaned as he sank in deeper, with more force.

Clap, clap , fuck this was amazing.

“Pussy was made for me…oh, fuck…your pussy is so good…made for me.” The rasp of Santino’s voice against her lips made her walls squeeze tighter around him, drew an even deeper, thicker groan from his throat. “Is it still good for you? You still love this dick?”

“Yes, I fucking love it,” she said, her voice breathy, embarrassing her with its naked neediness. But he seemed to enjoy hearing that because he grinned and slammed home harder, faster, revving up the pace of that body-destroying rhythm.

“You love me?” Withdrawing slowly, he pumped in deep and fast again, repeating the maneuver until her legs were around his waist and her heels in the dimples of his tight ass, trying to lock him in.

Over and over again, he did this, making her claw at his hips to force him to give her what she needed. “Do you love me?”

It was unfair, so unfair, to demand she give him so much, to demand everything from her like this.

Vanessa refused to answer, instead lifting her hips and squeezing on his cock to recapture him, and by the way his face twisted and tightened, she knew the tables had turned.

Santino pumped faster, deeper again, only separating to slide his hand between them to rub those magical calloused fingertips on her clit.

This time when the release came, it was so hard it almost hurt as it tore its way through her.

“Santino, I’m coming,” she moaned shakily.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “My wifey’s the best, the best …”

Santino’s praise of her made her gush even more.

She’d craved it and he was so giving, continuing to whisper it until he moaned.

He held himself up with his other hand and pounded once, twice, his face darkened red with a vein standing out on his forehead until a deep, shaking, guttural groan escaped him.

That groan of pure erotic bliss was her new favorite sound, his cock throbbing and twitching inside her was her favorite sensation.

His sweat rolling down and dripping onto her skin, his cum flooding and filling her, all old favorites made new again.

He fell into her waiting arms, his big body like a hot blanket covering her and keeping her own sweaty body sheltered against the cold of the room.

This was her next thing she loved about sex with Santino.

This , how he grounded her with his body and anchored her, before she could float off into space or deeper into her own head.

He tethered her to the here and now like rich, primal earth, and his scent in her nose made her think of a day spent lying on the grass under the sun, even here in this semi-lit room.

Santino kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, like he couldn’t get enough, even while his body was still shaking and he was still jerking inside her. Each pulse was a delicious after shock.

She’d missed all of this so, so much.

Santino was still peppering her face with his fervent kisses even as he came down from his high. “That’s my wifey…my good little wifey…”