She wanted to lick him, taste every inch of his body. She wet her lips and moaned.
He replaced the brush with his hands, sliding his fingers into her hair and then cruising them along the top of her nightgown. “I love how responsive your body is to me,” Santiago said. “And we haven’t even started yet.”
His voice was dark, rich and decadent. Everything inside her flashed hot, sending electrical charges into her breasts and sex. They pulsed, throbbed with pleasure. “Precisely what do you have in mind?” she asked, holding his espresso-colored eyes with hers in the mirror’s reflection.
He gave her a wicked, sexy smile. “That depends on how much you already know.”
“I’m a virgin. But I’m no prude.”
“You said earlier you know how to take care of yourself.” He moved his tanned hands over her breasts and circled her aureoles. “Have you ever touched yourself, Ilsa? Like this?”
She blushed. “Yes.” Real life sex beat the hell out of her fantasies.
“Anywhere else?” he asked.
“Ah, you know…” Dear Lord did he really expect her to tell him every naughty thing she’d done to herself when alone?
He grazed his thumb pads over her elongated nipples. “I won’t know until you tell me.”
“I’ve touched myself everywhere,” she said, panting.
“Excellent. And you liked it, didn’t you? You aren’t the prim, proper princess the world thinks you are, are you?”
He played with her nipples and her clit pulsed, sending electrical charges that radiated through her body, making her hot, wet…
“No. I’m not…” She squirmed in her chair, thrust her breasts into his hands, wanting more more more… “Santiago, please.”
“Yes. You’re a bad girl.” He stopped teasing her breasts long enough to move around her chair and stand in front of her. “And bad girls take what they want from their lovers. What do you want, Ilsa?”
She could see the hard ridge of his erection pressing behind his drawstring pants. A sudden rush of warmth spread from her sex and she inhaled a deep, hungry breath. She’d aroused him without doing a thing other than simply being her. “You. I want to touch you,” she said, turning around on her stool and gliding her hand over the silk covering his rigid cock.
He thrust into her hand. “Touch me all you want,” Santiago groaned.
She stood, still running her fingers along the length of his dick. “I want to see it,” she said, then pushed down his drawstring pants and his cock jutted out.
More heat rushed through her veins and the tugging sensation down low intensified. Oh my. She’d seen naked men before—in magazines, and the usual sculptures by the greats. But his size surprised her. Santiago had an incredibly large cock by her estimation. “Looks like I’ll have a lot to keep me happy in the sex department,” she said. Maybe that would make up for not having much in the love department, but even now she found herself attracted to more than the man’s physical attributes. She liked Santiago. And liking could lead her down a slippery path toward mistaking lust for something more.
Chapter 4
A jolt charged through Santiago and his cock grew in his hand. Ilsa’s fascination with him that way could lead to a stronger connection between them and he planned to use every weapon in his arsenal to get exactly what he wanted from her. A wife in every sense of the word. “I have no doubt we’ll have a great sex life, preciosa.” Santiago cradled his cock and brought Isla closer. “I won’t do anything until you’re ready. That means taking my time touching you everywhere with my hands, my mouth… my tongue.” Though he’d been eager to make love to her before their marriage, now he wanted to get to know every facet of Ilsa before acting on his desire.
Her brilliant blue eyes darkened… “Sounds amazing,” she said, licking her lips while tentatively feathering her fingers over his cock again.
His balls contracted. “Yes. I want to taste your skin… I want to taste you…” He tweaked her nipples between his fingers again, loving the quick intake of her breath, the heat of her hand as it stroked and squeezed his length.
Her instant arousal and reaction to the size of his cock along with the naughty side she’d kept buried turned Santiago on beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
“And then?”
“One lesson at a time,” he said, slowly guiding her back toward her king-sized bed until the high frame stopped their progress. He wanted to fuck her here. Now. Hard and fast, but his naughty virgin needed more than a rutting.
She deserved a slow build. And he’d deliver. Because the payoff was worth the wait.
He drove himself into her hand, and she pumped him more eagerly, getting into the moment with enthusiasm. “You’re a fast learner.”
“I have an excellent teacher.”
Her arousal scented the air, making him even harder. “I want to see you too.” He bunched her sexy nightgown and drew it up.
She released him long enough to let him pull it off, and she stood naked in front of him but for her panties.
He cupped her heat. “You’re incredibly wet.” He lowered her to the bed. “Just the way I like my pussies.”
“You’ll only have one pussy from now on,” she said.
One he’d wanted long before their wedding day. “Then it’s a good thing it’s hot for me.” He pressed a kiss against her ear and licked the lobe. “And I’m the only one who will know how delicious you are.” No other man had been with her, not even his brother. She was his alone.
She trembled and her sensitized nipples pressed against his chest, turning him on even more. He slid his hand down her body, flicking her nipples while kissing her, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking it hard.
She bucked beneath him, raising her hips to his groin. Cristo. She was amazing. He pushed her panties over her hips to gain greater access to her sex, her sweet-smelling arousal filled his nostrils as he gently parted her slick folds with his fingers. So wet. So so wet.
For him. Santiago’s chest ached with the knowledge that he’d done this to Ilsa.
She raked her nails over his shoulders, gripping them as if anchoring herself to him. “I… oh my,” Ilsa moaned.
“That’s it, my naughty girl.”
“This is so so much better than…”
“It’ll get even better,” he said, then swirled her juice over her clit while probing one finger into her tightness and locked his mouth on hers, drinking her in and inhaling her gasps.
Her vaginal muscles clenched around him as he kissed her over and over while probing deeper, deeper still. Oh yeah, he’d take his time getting to know Ilsa, make her completely his, one sexy lesson at a time.
He wanted her ready, willing, and able to take him all the way. He’d bring her to the brink over and over again without taking her until she’d trusted him completely. Then maybe she’d grow to love him too.
Slowly, he kissed his way from her mouth to the delicate, fluttering pulse in the hollow of her neck. Her moans filled the air as he intensified his pace, driving his finger in and out of her faster. Cristo she was so tight… he didn’t dare add another finger until he’d gotten her slicker, wetter… he cruised lower, licking his way to her breasts.
He circled each engorged nipple, then sucked one bud into his mouth.
She bucked her hips. “Santiago,” she cried, clutching his head and holding him to her breast. “Don’t stop. Please. Feels so, so good.”
His heartbeat raced, drummed in his chest. He moved to the other breast, tracking his tongue along her soft, sweet skin until he reached her other nipple. She had incredibly sensitive breasts…
Her pussy convulsed and he could feel the first waves of her orgasm building as he plunged into her faster, harder, deeper. No one else had ever been with her and the idea of possessing her so completely made his cock grow harder. His cock head throbbed, twitched against her, seeking relief in her heat.
His brain turned to mush, and he struggled to regain control befor
e he acted on his desire. Ilsa needed, hell, deserved, more… he wanted her first time with him to be spectacular.
He slowed his pace and moved in and out of her with long slow strokes while kissing the underside of her breasts. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to screw you,” he said, then traveled lower, pausing by her bellybutton to lick the tender skin.
“I changed my mind,” she gasped. “I think we should do everything tonight.”
“No skipping to the final lesson,” he said. No. Her idea to wait had merit and turned him on like crazy.
“What about you?” she asked as he made his way lower, lower still until he reached the apex of her thighs.
He smiled. He could think of dozens of ways she could satisfy him tonight. After all, she hadn’t hesitated to touch his cock, squeezing it and stroking it. “I’m sure you can think of lots of ways to get me off.” He licked her inner thigh, making his way to her slick folds, still fucking her slowly with his fingers. “But I plan on distracting you first.” He flicked her clit with his tongue, driving his fingers into her at the same time.
He wanted to claim her as his. Brand her and show the world that the woman he’d married today was his in every way that mattered. But first he’d make good on his promise to touch her, kiss her everywhere, and give her something else no one else had ever given her…
She writhed, and he held her to him, refusing to let her go while he laved her taut clit. She tasted tart and sweet as strawberries fresh from the vine, her scent an intoxicating mix of the fruit and musk and Ilsa. Delicious, decadent… and his.
“Santiago… yes… this…”
Her pussy’s juices flowed around his fingers and he could feel her muscles tightening, pulsing and milking him, drawing him into her until he reached her G-spot. Soon. Soon she’d come all over him.
His cock jumped, and his balls contracted. He shot her a look, loved the heat flushing her skin and the sultry, dark gaze she gave him.
“Santiago… I’m… I can’t…”
“You’re close… let go… Ilsa… come for me.” He plunged into her harder, stroking his fingers deeper and laved her clit, drinking in her sweet juices as she spasmed around him.
She cried his name once more. “I am… oh this…”
Her orgasm waved over his fingers, the sweet honeyed release sending a possessive thrill through him. She was his to hold, to cherish, and he’d be her only lover. Now and forever.
He may not have captured her heart and the only reason he’d gotten her at all had been through a terrible tragedy, but he couldn’t let his brother’s loss stop him from grabbing for everything she had to offer. He had her for better… or for worse. Right now… for the better. Maybe one day, she’d see he had been the right man for her all along.
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Stars burst behind Ilsa’s eyes and her orgasm crashed through her, shattering her. She’d never experienced this before. And she wanted… oh she wanted to be with Santiago in every way. Why deny herself or him from going all the way?
Aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed from her clit and hitched her hips, ready for him. Ready for all of him. “Santiago… we don’t have to wait.”
“Oh, but we do.” He held her to his mouth, kissing her sweet spot before releasing her to crawl back on top of her. “I want to explore every inch of you first and then… when we do make love, you’ll be 100 percent ready to be mine.”
Her heart cracked a little when she heard the intensity in Santiago’s voice. He means sexually, not anything more. Don’t let your body override your good sense. His cock jumped against her belly and she lifted her hips to it, reaching for it to grasp the length. Her mouth dried, and she licked her lips, her desire battling her brain’s warning bells. “Maybe you’ve got a point,” she said. “But this is our wedding night. Our honeymoon should include me doing things to you too even if we don’t do the deed.”
He sucked in her lower lip, then released it with a pop. “What do you have in mind?” he asked.
She tasted herself and her musky aroma mingled with Santiago’s crisp, masculine scent. Her breasts grew heavier, fuller and her nipples tautened into points. Ilsa stroked the length of his cock, tickled his tight balls.
He groaned. “Damn. You’re driving me crazy. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you weren’t a virgin.”
“I’m not a prude, Santiago.” She caressed his back and cruised her hand over his perfect ass. “I may not have had any practical experience in the bedroom, but I’ve got an active imagination.” One she’d love to put to use right now.
“I’ll bet you do.”
“Let me prove it,” she said, then gently raked her fingers over his skin.
His eyes went black as night. “Do your best.”
“Oh, I will.” She released his cock to roll him onto his back and lay on top of him, rubbing her nipples against his chest and loving the sensation of his rough hair abrading them.
Tingles traveled through her body and zipped into her clit. Again, the exquisite ache began to tug low, sending waves of need into the rest of her erogenous zones.
She gyrated her hips on him, seeking relief… searching for another release while kissing him. Then she lowered herself down the length of his body, licking and tasting his skin, pausing to taste the tender flesh of his torso… his bronzed skin a stark contrast to her pale fingers as she skimmed them over his naked, absolutely delicious flesh.
She reached his cock and swirled his pre-cum over the tip as she stroked the length. Then she licked the engorged head, reveling in the way his cock twitched, pulsed at her touch.
He groaned. “Ilsa. You’re killing me.”
“I told you I had a few tricks up my sleeve.” She slanted him a sultry look to convey how incredibly turned on she was by him… by the fact that he’d gotten this hard for her. Her!
“Querida… bella.” He thrust his hips. “You weren’t kidding. Feels incredible.”
Warmth radiated through her chest and a floating sensation bubbled along her skin. “My novels haven’t let me down.” She teased the tip with her tongue, ran it down the length of his cock and then back up again.
Playing with his contracted balls, she took him into her mouth.
He clutched her hair, and she sucked him deeper still. Wanting to show him that though she was a virgin, she wasn’t a wallflower. He grew harder as she stroked her tongue along the ridge of his cock head, then licked her way down the incredible length.
“Ilsa… Dios… just like that…”
She teased, licked and teased again. A surge of power pulsed through her and her clit throbbed, sending delicious tingles into her nipples… making her ache. Making him crazy with her tongue and mouth, made her hotter than she’d ever been before. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Santiago.
She wanted to take. To give. To take again.
She wanted him in every way, but she loved that he’d made giving her every lesson imaginable in the bedroom a priority over rushing her into surrendering her virginity.
She rubbed her slick slit against his thigh and brushed her engorged nipples over his taut skin… wanting… seeking… wanting more… knowing he was close to his own release when she tasted more salty pearls of pre-cum.
Moaning, she increased her suction on the tip… beyond turned on… beyond ready to come again herself as the tingles pulsing from her clit grew stronger… turned to waves that spiraled through her core, dizzying her with their intensity.
Santiago bucked beneath her, driving his cock deeper into her mouth… she swallowed him as far as she could, loving the way he’d lost control…
“Ilsa,” he rasped, his breathing harsh. “I’m going to… you’ve got to stop before…”
She licked her way along the length while squeezing his cock with her hand, replacing her mouth with her hand. Slanting him a look, she crawled up his torso while pumping him harder, faster… sliding her pussy against him.
“Touch me,” Ilsa said when she
reached his gorgeous face. “I want to come with you.” She raised one leg over him to spread herself wide for him.
His eyes turned molten, and he swirled her juices over her clit with one finger, then he slid two inside her. “Ride my hand. Let yourself go.”
She writhed on him while jacking her hand up and down his cock. Over and over he plunged into her and her orgasm began to build in tandem with his.
Groaning, he anchored her head to his and locked his mouth onto hers, and everything inside her spiraled, sending her higher, higher still. She pumped him harder and squeezed his engorged velvety cock head, felt the first shuddering pulses of his release rush through the length and into her hand.
He drove into her hand, plunging his fingers into her one last time and she flew over the edge with him, her orgasm sending her into the stratosphere… flying… flying higher still…
She wrenched her mouth from his. “Santiago,” she cried holding his cock even tighter, afraid to let go for fear of losing her way back to earth. “Now. God. I…”
He captured her gasps with his lips, driving his tongue into her mouth, then he jerked again, his cock pulsing with the final surge of his orgasm and releasing everything he had into her hand.
As she circled back into herself, the aftershocks of her orgasm tugging low, she curled into his embrace. This… this was power. She’d never felt more incredible. More alive. More everything.
“I had no idea what I was missing out on.” She smoothed her palm over his torso. “Never had orgasms like this before, but then I never had anyone who…” wanted to take her there.
He drew her closer. “You’ve got someone now.”
The tenderness in his voice chipped away at the guard she’d erected over her heart. A quiver moved through her belly and prickles danced along the skin at the back of her neck. She ran her fingers through her hair, shaking away the sensations, then tipped her head to the side. “Yes. I do. We’re extremely lucky we’re compatible in the bedroom,” she said, but she didn’t want to test her luck by letting him get under her skin and spinning fairy tales that couldn’t come true.
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