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“Yes, you’re right. In the morning, when we head over to the location, we’ll find out more. I’m curious to know if this man was someone on the catering staff, worked for the museum, or was on our guest list. There are so many options. At least research is being done on the gun in the meantime, and some of my brother’s men are roughing him up through the night for us. Maybe by morning, he’ll be willing to speak and not waste our fucking time.” I shake my head, growing more aggravated by the moment, so I take another sip of my champagne. I really need it right now to settle my nerves.
“We’ll get to the bottom of it, I assure you.” I’ve never trusted promises made by men unless they were my brothers, though Santos is showing me time and time again that he can be trusted. Sure, I won’t trust him as much as my brothers for quite a while, but he’s well on his way to earning my trust more and more each day.
“I know we will, and we’ll handle it however we need to.” I nod, confirming. In the back of my mind, I’m trying to figure out the reason for there to even be an attempt made against me. Could it be Santos’ father’s doing? Could it be something with my own father? Again, the possibilities are endless.
“Yes, we will.” Santos reaches out for me again, running his fingertips along the fabric over my hip. His fingers glide against the pearl beads, and he takes a bit of the fabric between his fingers, rubbing the delicate material together. “I don’t know if I’ve actually said this yet, but you look phenomenal. I mean, you look great all the time, but today you really look amazing. You’re show-stoppingly beautiful, Eset.”
I smile at his kind words, noticing the desire in his eyes. Deep in my center, I feel a warmth I’ve never felt before, and I know where this is going to lead. “Santos, I need to tell you something.” The only way I can do this is if I just come out with it. There isn’t going to be another way around the situation.
“You can tell me anything.” Santos’ beautiful eyes bore into mine, and I take another sip of my champagne for a little courage.
“I want to go further with you tonight, but I’ve never done this before. So, I’ll need you to go slow.”
Santos doesn’t say a word for a moment. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never had sex before?”
I nod. “I’ve never been in a relationship before you.”
“I see.” That’s all I get from him as he turns his head, but I’m sure he’s probably just processing what I’ve told him.
“I was never preoccupied with finding love. I knew at some point I’d have to marry someone, so I saved myself for that. My father sort of drilled it into me that I’d be worthless if I was ‘used up’, as he would put it.”
Santos whips his head back in my direction. “There is no shame in exploring your sexuality. None whatsoever.” He immediately jumps to my defense, and it causes a warm feeling to shoot through my stomach. I think these are what people refer to as butterflies, but again, I’ve never experienced them before. “I’m not going to lie to you. The fact you’ve saved yourself for marriage is a huge turn-on. I… fuck, that’s so hot, Eset. I’ll go as slow as you need me to, but damn, I want to ravish your body bit by bit.” Santos licks his lips as he looks me up and down. There’s something different in his eyes now, it’s stronger than desire, but it’s not something I know.
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.
