Reaching for my shoulders, he grabbed and pulled until I had no choice but to plant my hands and push up off the mattress, my bra straps falling down my arms.
Santi kept pulling until I folded up, going up on my knees, and pressing back against his chest.
His hands slid up my belly, cupping my breasts, then grabbing their peaks between his fingers, rolling, twisting, pinching.
Reaching up, I grabbed his wrist, guiding it downward, slipping it between my thighs. Two fingers pressed inside me, making my head fall back on his shoulder with a ragged moan.
"Fuck," Santi hissed as my walls tightened around his fingers as he drove me upward.
"Fuck me," I demanded, voice rough as I wiggled my ass against his hardness.
"I can't," he said, sounding defeated.
"Why?" I asked, heart dropping, immediately expecting the worst case scenario.
"I never stopped to grab protection," he said, fingers curling inside me, stroking over my top wall.
I didn't have any either.
I was a strict protection-only type of girl.
"I'm on the Pill," I told him. And I've never..." I started, breaking off on a moan as his fingers found my G-spot. "I've never had sex without protection," I told him, hips rocking against his palm, engaging my clit.
"I've only ever been with you and..." he trailed off, not wanting to say someone else's name in bed with me. "But we can wait," he offered, even though I could hear the need in his voice.
"No," I said, reaching behind me to undo his button and zipper, then reaching in to pull out his cock. "I need you inside me," I told him, stroking him once then folding forward onto all fours, spreading my knees a bit, letting him watch as he finger-fucked me with a ragged groan for a moment before his fingers pulled out of me.
Santi's hands sank into my hips, grabbing me, turning me, then pushing me flat against the mattress. He reached for my ankles, dragging them up onto his shoulder as he leaned forward, stroking his cock up my sex to tap against my clit until I was wiggling and panting for him again.
"Please, Santi," I whimpered.
His dark gaze on me, his cock slammed forward, settled deep. A curse escaped him as my walls tightened hard around him.
"Santi," I groaned as my hips started to move in slow circles, needing relief from the ache in my lower stomach.
He lost every last bit of control then.
His arms anchored around my thighs, holding my legs to his chest as he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
Driving me up and through an orgasm before I could fully comprehend how close it was.
"Fuck," Santi cursed as my walls squeezed his cock.
He wasn't done with me yet, though.
His arms released my thighs, grabbing my knees instead, pressing them into my chest, hard enough that drawing a breath became more difficult as he started to fuck me again, somehow harder and faster than before.
One of his hands slipped between my thighs, engaging my clit, driving me up.
"Come," he said, voice rough, close himself. "Come," he demanded as his finger swiped just right, sending me crashing down into my orgasm, milking his from him as he slammed deep, his body jerking as he came with my name on his lips.
I don't know how long we sat there afterward, both recovering. But it was Santi who managed to find words first.
"I want to wash the day away," he said, tracing a finger down the side of my thigh. "Want to join me?" he asked, giving me a soft, sleepy smile.
I wanted to join him in everything he did.
That was a realization that made my heart skitter in my chest.
"What?" he asked, brows lowering at what must have been a panicked look on my face.
"Are we just having sex?" I blurted out. Because I needed to know. Because I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn't ask.
"No." He hadn't even paused. "Not even close to just sex," he said. "At least not for me."
"I, ah, I'm sure this isn't a surprise to you, but, well, I've never really done the whole, you know, relationship thing. So, I have no idea what I'm doing. Figured I'd give you that warning."
To that, he gave me a soft smile. "What, exactly, do you think a relationship is?" he asked, letting out a small chuckle. "It's really just... what we've been doing so far. Plus a lot more of this," he added, waving toward our naked bodies.
"But we can't tell Avi," I said. "Not for a while anyway."
"I'm sorry we..."
"Don't," I cut him off. "Don't apologize. It's fine. And I totally understand."
"He already loves you," Santi said, making my heart squeeze.
"I love him back." And you I added silently because it was way too soon to say it out loud. "And I don't want there to be any rush for him to be okay with seeing you with someone. There's no reason we can't go on like this for however long he needs. The kid sleeps like a rock. And you can wake me up and scoot me into the back room when you get up for work in the morning."