"Santi, this is just a contract," I said as I felt his lips graze my neck. As he kissed his way up to my jaw, I felt myself slowly become undone under his control.
His lips on top of mine as he spoke, " Do you want me to stop? Mi amor, if you want me to stop, just say the word." His mint breath fanning my face, giving me a cool, but pleasurable sting.
My heart and brain were conflicted.
Don't do it, it'll just over complicate things.
You like him, maybe even love him, do it you know you want to.
Fuck it.
I grabbed his stubbled jaw and pressed his lips on mine, our tongues fighting for dominance.
His hands grazed my swollen erect nipple, I could no longer stifle the moans that I had been holding in.
He kissed his way down to my chest, before latching his full lips on my nipples. I couldn't help but melt into his touch, succumbing to the pleasure.
My hands slowly found their way up to his hair, and I couldn't help but tug as he moved his attack back up to my neck. His growing erection grazed my inner thigh. I pulled him closer to my lips, "Fuck me, Santi."
Leaving my neck tattered in his love marks, he kissed my cloth heat causing me to whimper.
"Stop teasing me, Santiago."
"Paciencia."
What the hell have I done?
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Sinful Bliss
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