My core clenched. Overplaying any nervousness I felt I raised my hips with an answering grin until Santino抯 tip nestled between my folds. Santino regarded me as if I was the center of the world, as if he was all he desired and it gave me a confidence boost. I lowered myself very slowly. Santino抯 tip breached my opening. I tensed briefly at the feeling of fullness and soreness.
Santino wetted his thumb and began to rub my clit, though I was aroused enough. Still, I enjoyed the sight of Santino抯 strong hand giving me pleasure. I watched with half-lidded eyes as he stroked me lightly. My nipples were almost painfully hard with lust and I reached up and began to tug at them. Santino let out a low groan that only spurt me on. I tugged and twirled at my nipples while I rotated my hips slowly and lowered myself until Santino抯 cock was settled all the way inside of me. I clenched and stilled, my tongue darting out to wet my dry lips.
Santino was panting, his abs constricting and his expression full of desire. His thumb rubbed my clit faster, and I clenched again.
揕et loose,?Santino said. I wasn抰 sure what he meant, but I decided to focus on the sensations of him filling me, of his thumb circling my slick clit, of my fingers tugging at my nipples.
I didn抰 move my hips, only allowed my walls to clench around Santino抯 girth, and then my clit pulsated and the sensation coursed through my body. I cried out, clenching even more, and pinching my nipples almost painfully as I came.
揓ust like that,?Santino rumbled, caressing my clit gently as I came down from my high. I dropped my hands and supported myself on his chest, panting as if I抎 rode in a rodeo. Santino cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed. 揘ow you抮e ready to ride me.?
I was more than ready. If possible, my orgasm had made me even hornier. I felt overly stimulated and ready to come again. It was an electrifying sensation I couldn抰 get enough of. With my hands still pressed to his chest, I began to lift my hips slowly, letting Santino抯 cock slide almost all the way out of me before I sank back down. I soon picked up pace and added rotation, until Santino抯 expression was twisted with lust.
揑 like feeling like I抦 in control of you,?I pressed out as I clenched around him, causing him to let out a harsh moan.
Santino gave me a look I didn抰 understand and his fingers on my ass cheeks tightened. I leaned down, catching his lips for a kiss. Santino cupped my head, deepening the kiss without hesitation.
I loved how Santino抯 pelvic rubbed my clit in this position.
This felt more intense, but also closer. For a long time, Santino and I stared at each other while my hips moved slowly.
揧ou said every time that followed would be fucking,?I whispered harshly. 揟his doesn抰 feel like fucking yet.?
A knowing gleam filled Santino抯 eyes before one corner of his mouth darted up in a cocky grin. 揑 can give you all the fucking you want, no worries.?
I wasn抰 sure it was what I wanted, not all I wanted, but it was what I had to settle for.
Santino gripped my hips and began to thrust upward with hard deep, strokes that echoed through my body like an earthquake. It hurt and felt impossibly good at the same time.
I clasped his forearms, needing to steady myself as he slammed into me over and over again, his pecs and abs straining from the effort, his expression harsh and lustful. 揟ell me if it抯 too much,?he gritted out.
I nodded, but I wouldn抰 tell him, because this hard fucking, this side of Santino was safer for my heart, and that part of myself I wanted to protect more than a sore pussy.
When Santino came a few minutes later, he took me over the edge with him and I sagged down on his chest in a breathless heap. His heart beat furiously under my head and my own matched his in intensity. Santino抯 hands glided up from my hips to caress my back and I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation before I straightened. By now it was light outside. I glanced at the clock on Santino抯 nightstand.
揑 need to get ready for classes.?
Santino nodded.
I climbed off him. He removed the condom. 揇o you want me to throw it away? I抦 heading into the bathroom anyway.?
揑抣l put it in the bin in the kitchen.?
I nodded, then grabbed my clothes from the floor and hurried toward the bathroom. When I stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to massage my sore body, I was torn. I was ecstatic over what had happened, but at the same time, I wondered how we抎 make it work. Sex without attachment. Commitment with an expiration date. Exclusivity or faithfulness?
I wanted more of what Santino and I had had, but I knew sometimes more was too much.
When I typed my daily email to Dante and Valentina the morning after I抎 slept with Anna, I still felt a sense of disbelief over what had happened.