Tainted Kiss (Tainted Knights 1)

Santana was lying there, all spread out for me, and still it felt unreal. All day I had been thinking about her, missing her, and aching to see her so badly it felt like I had conjured her out of thin air. Now she was here, and she had given me the one thing that was priceless to me.

I had to stop and drink it all in; commit it all the memory in case it really was some kind of dream. I wanted to remember every single detail of it for when I woke up alone back on the bus. The way her dark hair was spread across the white comforter, how her dark eyes glowed with love and need, the way her nipples were stiff and begging for my mouth. Her abdomen quivered with each inhale, and lower, her legs were spread wide, showing me her glistening wet pussy.

I wished I had a camera, because I needed a picture of this to carry around with me wherever I went.

“Kale?” she said my name hesitantly. “What’s wrong?”

I put my knee on the bed and lowered myself between her legs. Holding myself up with one arm, I skimmed my fingers from her temple to her mouth. “Just taking it all in, doll.”

Her eyes softened. “I love you.”

Like it had when she’d first said those three words, my heart gave a sharp kick against my ribs before it began to pound double time.

“I love you, Santana … so fucking much.”

She arched her hips, rubbing her hot pussy against me. “I need you, babe. Please.”

That was all I needed to hear for now. That breathy, little plea shot straight to my dick, and I lost control.

When I had first seen her, I thought maybe we could take our time tonight, but right then, I was so hard for her I knew if I didn’t slip deep into her tight little body soon, I was going to explode.

I caught her lips with mine, holding her mouth hostage as I explored the rest of her body with my hands. I remembered every spot that could make her sigh, whimper, moan my name. I showed her that I remembered, and then I found a few other places that I knew would make her just as mindless for me as I was for her.

I kissed my way down her body, pausing only for a moment to suck on those delicious nipples before dipping lower. She had lost weight from her illness, but I still thought she was the most beautiful, sexiest woman I had ever set eyes on.

“Kale,” she cried when my lips covered her dripping pussy. Then her hips lifted completely off the bed as she rode my tongue.

She tasted like I imagined ambrosia would. Like sweet nectar that drugged me and made me crave more. I thrust my tongue into her opening, feeling her walls already starting to contract. Pulling back slightly, I blew on her clit twice, making her shiver before flattening my tongue against it.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Please. Please. Please.”

With a growl, I stood and finished taking my clothes off. My jeans and boxers landed at my feet, and then I jumped back into bed, diving between her legs once again for just one more taste.

Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me against her, yet trying to back away from my questing tongue.

“Kale, now.” It wasn’t a plea, but a command, and I lifted onto my knees between her legs and grasped my throbbing dick in one hand as I guided it toward her entrance.

I wasn’t easy with her. I couldn’t have been, even if there had been a gun to my head. The only thing that could have stopped me from fucking her so hard was her and only her. One word from her, and I would have stopped, would have made love to her slowly and carefully. Her cries only begged for more. Harder. Deeper.

I grasped her ass in my hands, lifting her off the bed to meet my thrusts, bouncing her on my dick as I dived into her as deeply as humanly possible without breaking her in half.

Her nails bit into my outer thighs, spurring me on, demanding more.

I could feel my release building. My balls tightened, my dick thickening even more inside her. I could tell she was almost there, too. The way her thighs tightened around my waist; how her breathing was coming in hard, little pants; and her eyes started to drift closed. They were opened to mere slits now, but she was watching me through her lashes, begging for all I could give her.

My hold on her ass tightened, and I knew I would hate myself when I saw the bruises later, but right then, we were both lost.

She slid one of her hands down her flat waist and over her mound, her index and ring fingers spreading her pussy lips wide as she touched her clit with her middle finger. Watching her touch herself as I drilled my dick into her over and over again, it sent me careening over the edge.

The first shot of come hit her cervix, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her entire body went stiff as her inner walls convulsed around my shaft. I was trapped inside her, but I was a willing prisoner as I watched her come harder than I had ever seen her come before.

My dick flexed inside her, releasing more of my seed into her, filling her up with everything she had begged me for and more.

***

It was a long time before either of us could move again. Santana was tucked against my side, one of her bare legs slung over both of mine as she clung to me like I was her last link to the real world. I was sure now that this wasn’t a dream, and fuck, I had never been so happy to be alive.

She lifted her head from my shoulder, causing her hair to cascade to one side as she looked down at me. “I need you to forgive me.”