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He places his glass down on the coffee table and takes mine, doing the same. He takes a step closer to me until his chest is pressing against my breasts, and my heart begins beating a mile a minute. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” Santos brings his hand up the side of my body, skirting slowly over the corset until he goes behind my back and then brings his hands up along the side of my neck. The way he’s touching me is so affectionate, so reassuring.
Santos brings his face closer to mine and stares at my cherry-painted lips. He licks his lips, and I’m caught thinking about the way he kissed me during our ceremony. I loved every bit of it, and the possibility of feeling his lips on mine again cause my core to ignite with even more heat.
I take the initiative and move closer, standing on my tippy toes until my lips are pressed against his. For a man, he has such a romanticism about him. It’s probably because he’s Latino, and I feel like if we continue down this path of exploring one another, I’m going to feel like I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
If I’m being honest, the more time I spend with Santos, the more I realize I can see myself falling for him. He’s the apple that fell far from the tree, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Santos kisses me passionately, and electric volts course through my body. I kiss him back, not really knowing what I’m doing, but I give into the heat of the moment and follow his lead. He pulls me closer to him, and I revel in the warmth of his arms, obsessed with the way his need is giving me energy. We stay like this for ages. I don’t even know how long, but it feels like forever.
Santos eventually pulls away and takes off his suit jacket, then his dress shirt, until he’s standing shirtless in front of me. “I told you I’d take this slow, and I promise I will. There are some things I want to do to you first… if you’ll let me?”
“Yes,” I confirm, and Santos comes over to me, scoops me up into his arms, and carries me into the bedroom. He plops me on the bed and then turns to go shut all the blinds. My legs hang over the edge of the bed, and I start to scoot up, but Santos grabs onto both of my legs and pulls me back down. He shimmies my dress up over my hips and yanks my white lace underwear down my legs, taking my heels off in the process.
Santos widens my legs and moans as he takes a look at me. “God, you’re beautiful,” he states, and I don’t know how to feel other than good.
He moves closer to my center, and his hot breath on my clit immediately makes me nervous, but Santos runs his fingertips against my inner thigh. “Don’t worry, mi amor. I promise this is going to feel phenomenal.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he places his lips over my clit in a puckered position. He sucks for a few moments before spreading my lips wide, and he takes his tongue, dragging it down. Electric volts shoot through me, and he’s keeping his promise right about now. It feels amazing, and I find myself wanting more.
Santos drives his tongue into my entrance, maybe going an inch or so in, before he pulls his tongue back out and starts feasting on my pussy. Every move he makes is well thought out, sure to bring me nothing but pleasure. He makes out with my pussy, and I find myself rolling my hips against his mouth.
He smirks against me, even chuckling a little bit as I want more. But, after a while of doing this, I want more than just his mouth. “Santos.” I find myself whining his name, and he pops up from between my legs to look at me.
“Yes?”
“I need you,” I state, licking my lips.
He rises to his feet, and I scoot off the bed, turning around so he can unzip me out of this dress. I want to feel his hands all over me, ravaging every part of my body.
Santos unzips me and helps me step out of my dress, leaving me in my birthday suit. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, takes his pants and boxers off, and even kicks off his shoes. His cock is hard, and at the tip, there’s a bit of wetness pooling.
I lie back down on the bed, and Santos hovers over me. He pulls one leg up over his hips and nestles his cock right at my entrance. “I’m going to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you, but it might hurt a bit the first time.” He’s preparing me for everything, and I nod, confirming I’m okay with this.
Santos dips his head down and presses his lips against mine as he forces his length inside of me. It’s everything he said it would be, slow and painful. He eases in and out of me, and eventually, the pain subsides. After a while of moving, I feel nothing but complete bliss, reveling in the feeling. I kiss him as passionately as he kisses me, and at this moment, I’m so glad I waited until I was married.
This feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m glad my husband could be the one to give it to me.
Chapter Seventeen
Santos
Eset and I made love through the night—three whole times. The first and second times, I was slow and passionate with her because I didn’t want to cause her any unnecessary pain… but by the third time, I was finding it difficult to hold myself back. She’s beautiful as can be, inside and out, and I’m damn lucky to call her my wife.
She’s in the shower right now, getting ready for the day, and she had Goran go fetch my bags from my room and bring them to the penthouse. I’ve already showered, and I’m changed into my suit for the day. It’s not nearly as posh as the one I was in last night, but it does look damn good. It’s a black suit jacket and matching pants, with a light green dress shirt and a black tie.
We’re supposed to meet Ruslan, Nazyr, and Lom at the secure location below the parking garage in about an hour. Eset doesn’t know it, but I already placed an order for room service, so our breakfast will be here by the time she gets out of the shower. I’ve ordered two eggs Benedict, two waffles, an array of fruit, and muffins in case Eset doesn’t want anything else I’ve ordered. I also have two cups of coffee coming, as well as orange juice.
There’s a knock on the penthouse suite’s door, and I walk over and open it, only to see Goran with a cart. “I told the hotel worker they could go,” he states, and I don’t bother saying a damn thing as he comes inside. He pushes it past the couches, over to where the small breakfast table is, and as he’s getting ready to leave, Eset walks out with wet hair in nothing but a towel.
Goran’s eyes linger a little longer than I’m okay with, so I clear my throat, and Goran begins to leave the suite. I walk him out and shut the door behind him. I will never like that man. There isn’t one bit of me that ever will, and I’m certain of it.
“You got breakfast?” Eset raises her brows in question.
“I did. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I got a bit of everything, as you can tell.”
Eset laughs in a carefree manner. “I can see that.” She goes and takes a seat at the table, and I begin taking the metal tins off the food, giving her waffles and the eggs Benedict first. I place the coffee and orange juice in front of her and then put the bowl of fruit and muffins on the table as well. After she has all her cutlery, I grab my own dishes and place them down in front of where I’ll be sitting. “Thank you for ordering. I was worried we’d be pressed for time by the time I was done getting ready.”
“It’s no problem. I’m starving, so I figured you’d be hungry as well. All the sex we’ve been having has really done me in,” I explain as I take my fork and scoop up a bite of the eggs Benedict. It’s cooked to perfection, and I can’t wait to eat more of it. I begin annihilating my food before my wife, and she giggles. She’s never seen me eat like this before, and while I’m not a behemoth, I am quite hungry.
“I don’t feel like that’s a complaint. If anything, it’s a compliment.”
