[RE-EDITING]
BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 • The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the...
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WARNING: SANTI SMUT
There are a number of reasons for staying at home and never wanting to leave. And mine was of driving past our company's building and only seeing nothing but dust. But the past week of staying at home has been nothing great. From Santi's mother looking after me to Santi himself who decided to work from home.
Waking up to the birds chirping outside the balcony, the right side of the bed was empty and I was alone. Yawning, I blink my eyes several times to see mi amor come out of the shower, wrapped around in a single towel, just showing his v-line and droplets of water outlining his perfect structure of abs.
Blushing timidly, I watch him as he shakes every drop of water off his head and the moment we make eye contact, he walks over. Covering my body with the blanket, last night's events play in my mind and it was clear on my husband's face that he was thinking of the same thing. He sits on my side of the bed, admiring me from afar.
"Morning hermosa." He says, voice still so raspy and rough.
"Morning mi amor." Smiling at him, I notice his cheeks blush up and it happens every single time I call him mi amor.
"How are we feeling today?" And ever since that accident, he has been nonstop asking me about my well being and it makes me fall in love with him over and over again.
"Good because I get to see your face." Skimming my tongue over my teeth, he leans to kiss me and as he does I feel his hand slowly crawl underneath the blanket and up my naked body.
"Hm, is that so? Let me make it clear baby, how was last night?" He brushes over my lips, pressing his thumb against my throbbing and swollen clit only to capture my moan.
"Mm, mi amor. If you keep doing that, then I won't be able to tell you." Dropping my head back, I feel the pressure building as he slides his fingers up my wetness.
"Yes, you can hermosa. Use your words baby." He was unbothered by his actions. I could tell by the luscious look in his eyes as he stares at me, letting his fingers do all the work.
"L-Last night was perfect, fuck Santi!" Arching my back off the bed, his fingers fastened but I couldn't see a thing since the blanket was over his hand.
"Tell me more baby." He whispers, leaning closer to me and planting a kiss on my jawline.
"Fuck you mi amor-" Moaning and trying to catch my breath, he chuckles against my skin, tugging my folds between his thumb and index.
"Baby you did that for me last night when you were screaming my name as you rode me." He brushes against my lips, biting the bottom as he lets out a groan.
"Now you answer me. Was it good? The way I rode my husband." Looking him in the eye, I could see the playful smirk upon him.
"It was more than good. It was fucking heaven. I'm the luckiest man to have such a goddess wife." He whispers, taking dominance of my lips and just as I am ready to release, he fucking pulls his hand out.
