Lawmakers (3 page)

“I won’t stop until you are satisfied,
cariño
.”

She made a small noise of dismissal and turned her head.

He laid a palm on her thigh. “You will cry out my name and sing my praises.”

“You’re pretty confident.”

“Of course, because as I said, I won’t stop until you are happy. You will tell me what you want.”

She swallowed. He wanted her to communicate? “Okay.”

His thumb massaged her thigh. “Okay? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He crooked a finger at her. “Come here,
cariño.
I want to taste your lips once more before we go.”

“Won’t you kiss me when we get to your place?”

“Again and again, but I am a starving man, and only you can feed me.”

Somehow his game didn’t come across as corny. She let him kiss her, his tongue delving quickly into her mouth. Della wasn’t one for public displays, but she couldn’t resist Santi. When he leaned away, a moan escaped her.

“Don’t worry. Soon. I keep my word,” he said. “Come. Let us go.”

Della especially liked how sometimes his English wasn’t perfect. After he took care of the check, they left her car where it was to both ride in his. Sliding her hands over the butter soft seats of the low-slung sports car, she frowned. “They rent out these kinds of cars?”

He turned over the engine and shifted into gear with precise movements that turned her on. “I borrowed it from a friend.”

“Borrowed?”

“Si.”

“Bob doesn’t drive anything like this. I know for a fact his wife would kill him if he even tried.”

Santi chuckled. “Don’t worry, Della. I’ll take care of you.”

She shook her head and sat back in the seat. Must be nice to be so rich that whoever owned a Porsche just lent it out at the drop of a hat. Meanwhile, she had fifty thousand in undergrad student loans, not to mention the accumulating ones from law school.

“You are frowning, Della.”

“Who me?” She offered him her best and sexiest smile. Tonight, she’d enjoy herself even with the butterflies in her stomach and just repeat over and over—
I will not fall in love. I will not fall in love.

Chapter Three

Santi’s suite was as luxurious as Della imagined it would be, but he didn’t give her time to take in her surroundings. The minute they passed the threshold of the room, he kicked the door shut and trained those enigmatic eyes on her. Bravado vacated the building and left her feeling like a young girl and this as her first time being alone with a man. Her palms moist, she rubbed them against her thighs. She wanted to look anywhere but at him, but the man compelled her without a word. He crooked a finger in her direction and took a step backward. She had no recourse but to follow, as if some invisible cord forced her feet to move.

When he reached the couch, he stopped, and she worried her bottom lip. “Aren’t we going to your room?”

“Me desviste,”
he murmured. “Undress me.”

Della stood before him and raised trembling hands to the buttons on his shirt. Somehow she managed to get them loose and spread the two sides wide. His taut skin came into view, covered with a sprinkling of midnight hair. She flattened her hands on the expanse and felt the rapid beat of his heart. The heat from his body seemed to scorch her palms, but she couldn’t draw back. She wanted to see more and to touch.

After tracing over each sinewy valley and plain, enjoying the perfection of his chest and abs, she reached the band of his pants, but Santi stopped her. She looked up at him in question.

“Desvestirse,”
he said again, and she understood what he meant.

She stepped back, and while he watched, hardly blinking, she shed her clothing. The pearl button at her nape refused to come loose, and with one hand, Santi reached behind her head to relieve it. She offered a breathless thanks, and he nodded. The man was a pro, she thought somewhat embarrassed. He twirled a finger as if to indicate she should continue. She lowered the back zipper, and the material at the front of her dress slipped from her shoulders. For a minute, she held it in place, hesitating.

“I must see,
cariño.
”

“I know.” She let the dress slide down her arms. Beneath the dress, she wore a black, lacy bra, daring in its design because it did little to hide her areolas and nipples. After all, what big-busted woman needed padding? She had no idea who even thought of such a thing.

Santi made a hissing sound as she revealed her bra, her deep cleavage in plain view. She pushed the dress over her waist to her hips and paused again. Her belly was anything but flat, but she actually liked it for the most part. Paired with wide hips, she thought her lower half kind of sexy, but would Santi agree.

At last, she stepped out of the dress and tossed it on the couch. Now her most hated body parts were revealed to him, her thighs. They rubbed and were dimpled. She stood with her feet close together, willing herself to strike a tantalizing pose but trapped and unable to move.

“Mm, I must exercise control,
cariño.
Or else I will lose it.” Santi touched his chin and examined her as one would a work of art. He circled her, his gaze locking on not only her thighs, but her breasts, and her ass. He moved around in front of her again and reached out to tap her apex with a finger. Her panties kept him from seeing everything. “I love to look. Will you take them off for me? And the bra.”

She did as he asked. All her worse was exposed now. Let him enjoy her breasts. She liked how heavy they were and the size of her nipples. When she drew the bra straps down her arms, she knew he’d spoken the truth. Santi went still, his gaze arrested. She grew bolder and raised her arms to lock behind her head. With the movement, her breasts rose and gave a small bounce. Santi said something in Spanish on a rasp. She checked out his pants and noted the erection tenting the material.
Oh, yeah, he wants it.

She made a pretext of turning her back to discard her bra on the couch and leaned forward a little to remove her panties. Santi hissed as her bare ass came into view. She bent farther and stepped out of the delicate strip of cloth, but this time she’d miscalculated. Santi was no longer satisfied with looking. His fingers came up to stroke her pussy from behind, and she stumbled. With lightning movements, he caught her around the waist but left his fingers pressed against her wetness. She moaned.

“Santi.”

“Lo siento,
cariño.
I could not resist. You opened to me, and my fingers needed to ease into your sweetness.” He massaged her moist opening and did just as he promised. A finger slid inside, and she gripped his forearms. He stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She panted. “It’s been a minute since I’ve been with anyone.”

He moved his hand away completely, and she could have wept. “I will take it slower.”

“You don’t have to.”

He turned her to face him and guided her to sit on the couch. When he sank to his knees between her thighs, her pussy clenched. “First I bring you to orgasm, and then I show you how to please me.”

She raised an eyebrow but forgot to be indignant when he slid his hands up her thighs. He spread her legs wider and kissed the inside of her knee. A second one to the other had her trembling. Each of Santi’s movements were deliberate. He meant what he said about taking his time. The slow trail higher and higher drove her crazy. First a kiss, then a lick, and even a nip set her on edge. He stopped to breathe deep at her center and stared as he spread her nether lips.

“Wet and juicy,” he moaned. “I love the taste of a woman. I may eat?”

Her teeth chattered. “Are you kidding? Yes,
please.
”

He kissed her pussy first and then gave it a long lick that had her thighs trembling. She couldn’t help but raise her hips toward his mouth and grasp him behind the head to draw him closer. The noises Santi made as he ate her out drove her lust higher, and she strained to see his tongue dart out to take her juices into his mouth.

“Santi.” Again and again, his name fell from her lips. She struggled with her desire, trying to stay in control. The way he gripped her legs behind her knees and dragged her forward was too much. He sucked her clit one second and delved his tongue into her heat the next. He moaned, sending vibrations through her core.

“Tan bien.”
He licked from the bottom of her folds to the top and took her bud into his mouth. A firm suck and she climaxed so strong, she screamed during her release. Gasping for breath, she pressed a hand to her chest. Santi never raised his head. He kept nuzzling her most sensitive area with his nose and kissed along her inner thighs.

Della ran a hand over his strong back, loving the way his form tapered at a narrow waist. “Let me—” she began, but he gave her clit a lick as if to test its sensitivity. She whimpered and moaned. The sounds she made must have given him the information he needed because he started in again, eating her out. Della scratched at the couch cushions, squirming. “You’re going to… Uh, Santi, what are you doing?”

He licked nonstop, taking her into mountains of pleasure. Each time she thought he would stand up and demand the same satisfaction, he teased her pussy again and brought her to another orgasm. On and on, he pleasured her until she was spent. Finally, he stood and began removing his clothes.

Della watched as he tossed the shirt away, revealing powerful arms. They flexed as he moved, and she enjoyed the view. All her nervousness came flooding back, however, when he pinched open the button on his slacks. Boxer briefs came into view, the kind that clung to a man’s figure rather than let him swing loose. The bulge made her mouth water, and she sat forward a little in anticipation.

He hooked thumbs in the band of his underwear and dragged them down. A beautiful cock came into view, erect and tight. She chewed the inside of her cheek and refused to look away from it.

“Big enough?” he asked.

Santi wasn’t long, more like average, but he was so thick, she knew it would be a nice tight squeeze to get him inside her.
Yes, give it to me!
A tiny bit of pain was not a bad thing.

He climbed onto the couch and rested on his back then extended his arms to her. She crawled to him, but before she could slide down his body, he captured her chin and raised it. “I don’t want you to suck my cock if you don’t want to. If it is not something you like, you mustn’t do it,
cariño.
This is for both of us,
si
?”

“Si,”
she repeated.

He smiled and signaled her closer. Della hovered above him and leaned in to kiss his abs. His cock bobbed and bumped her cheek. She looked into his eyes and took hold of his shaft. A long strong brought a fever to his gaze, and he covered her hand. “Not yet.”

“Don’t you want me to suck it?” she teased.

“I want you here.” He pointed to a spot on his shoulder. She kissed it. “And here.” She did his bidding. With each instruction, Santi taught her how he liked to be pleasured, and to her surprise and enjoyment, none of it had to do with stroking his erection. He made her take it as slow and deliberate as he had done. She explored his erogenous zones at his nipples and his navel. When Santi invited her to nip his inner thigh, she thrilled at the tremors passing through him. She’d never had a man so much at her mercy even before she gave him a blowjob.

Santi tapped her lips, and she parted them to take a digit into her mouth. She sat up and straddled his hips but didn’t lower herself enough for his cock to enter her. Her lover sucked in a deep breath and blew it out.

“Ven aquí,”
he beckoned.

She aligned her face with his, and he kissed her. A gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, he pushed her downward. She slid down his body until her mouth came in line with his cock, and she took his shaft between two hands. A tiny lick at the tip brought salty come to her tongue, and she licked it again. Santi groaned. She loved how he kept still rather than pump at her mouth. A gentle touch guided her chin to his shaft, and she parted her lips to take him inside. Inch after inch slid as deep as she could take him. She let his cock pop out and laved the sides from base to tip. Santi hissed his approval.

Just when she thought she would bring him to orgasm, he pulled her treat away and sat up. With a flip of their positions, she found herself on her back and Santi above her. A condom waited for him on the side table. The man was confident he’d get some tonight. She was not angry because she’d ached for it too.

Once he was gloved, he positioned a knee between her legs and made sure to rest much of his weight on an elbow before lowering his bulky frame to touch her body. Her lashes fluttered down when she meant to stare into his eyes. An explosion of sensation took hold of her from head to toe. To feel his skin against hers, the heat, the weight, it felt so good, she couldn’t think straight.

“Santi, yes,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around his waist, or as much as she could. He was built so thick, he made her feel tiny, and to have him on top, she wanted to weep with the sheer pleasure. “I want it in me now.”

“Shh,
despacio.
Slowly.” He eased the tip of his cock between her folds, and her hands spasmed on his waist. He paused with just that much penetration. “I want to make love to you all night. You are so beautiful and perfect. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Della licked his bottom lip and caught it between hers. She sucked a little and then let it go. He tasted good, and she wanted to eat him up. “I’m a big girl. Give it to me.”

His eyes flashed his excitement, and he pushed deeper. She cried out in ecstasy. He stretched her walls beyond belief, and she welcomed all of him. She raised her legs to open her pussy more. He sank to the hilt, his balls bumping her ass.

“Yes, Santi. I want it, I want it.”

“
Cariño,
I can’t resist you.”

She opened her eyes to look into his. Something in her heart shifted. She defied it, but Santi’s gaze locked onto hers. He leaned down to kiss her. A tender prodding from his tongue parted her lips, and for a very long time cognitive thought left. His thrusts into her stayed slow and deliberate, drawing out her pleasure. When he sat up, breaking the kiss, she mourned the loss.