Infidelity (21+)

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"Just...no...kissing on the lips..." Santina muttered.

Ryan's brows furrowed for a second, then he shrugged. "Okay. I can work with that."

He gathered her blond locks to one side, exposing her neck. He leaned into her and brushed his lips against her skin. He inhaled her scent before planting kisses on her jaw down to her collarbone.

She jerked. "Stop..."

He pulled back, confused. "What?"

"Let me take my clothes off first. I don't want to ruin it." She turned and walked toward the couch by the window.

Ryan watched as she undressed herself, piece by piece. He still could not believe that such an angelic face would even consider his wicked proposal, let alone accept it. Not that he was complaining. He was actually thanking the heavens above for letting him have this wonderful lady, even just for an hour.

Santina returned and found him looking at her intently. She felt self-conscious at first, but when he took her hand and led her to his bed, all her doubts and inhibitions flew out the window.

To her surprise, he lied down and motioned for her to come. "Straddle me," he ordered.

She did not expect that they would go straight to intercourse. She was not even wet enough; she feared it might hurt. Masking her disbelief, she obeyed and placed her knees on either side of his hips.

He gripped her thighs. "Up here, Tina. Straddle my face."

Her lips parted in shock. She tried to read his expression. He was serious.

He stroked her thigh. "Come on, babe. Sit on my face. Let me fuck you with my mouth."

Ryan's command sounded so obscene in her ears. Nevertheless, Santina did as she was told.

As soon as she was positioned above his face, he held her hips and brought her down. His tongue deliberately laved her slit at once, making her shudder. An ache began to form deep in the pit of her stomach, quickly spreading downward. Her muscles twitched and tingled.

He licked her again and again. Her body fell forward; she had to grasp the headboard for support. She felt his tongue harden, poking her entrance. It mimicked the promise of what's to come.

"Shit...I n-need your fingers..."

He just went on like he did not hear anything. After a few more prods, he turned his attention to her sensitive clit. His mouth captured and fiercely sucked on it.

Santina came like she had never come in years. Her entire body quivered. Her head dropped on the mattress, her hands soon followed. Her thighs trembled and felt weak, but Ryan held them up. Her walls were throbbing nonstop.

"Ah!" She felt two fingers slide into her, her wetness allowing them to go in effortlessly.

She felt a different kind of pain. One that she never knew she craved. One that gave her so much pleasure.

Her senses were still heightened by the orgasm she just had, but she could not tell him to stop. She wanted the feeling of his fingers stroking her tender flesh.

His thrusts quickened and when his fingers curved toward her front wall, she was brought to another equally intense climax.

Santina changed into her pajamas before making her way to Enrico's bedroom. She winced as she felt her soreness with every step. As the memories of this afternoon played on her mind, she fought a smile. She could still feel Ryan inside her. His warm tongue. His nimble fingers. His hard length.

She was truly a sinful woman, reveling in such a shameless, licentious act. She could not believe herself.

When she entered the room, their helper was rearranging Enrico's blanket.

"Manang Lydia."

The old woman turned to her. "O, hija, you're back."

"Yes, manang. Thank you for today."

"It's nothing, hija. You know that Enrico is like my own son now, as much as you are a daughter to me."

Santina felt her chest tighten. She forced a smile. "I'm really glad you're here to help us."

Wrinkled hands held her soft, delicate ones. "And I will gladly spend the rest of my years helping you two."

She nodded. "It's getting late, Manang. You have to rest already."

"I will. Good night, hija."

As soon as the door closed, Santina weakly sat on the chair beside Enrico's bed. She reached for his hand and laid her head on it, facing him. Tears escaped her eyes at once, pooling on the back of his hand.

She whimpered. "I'm sorry, Rick...I'm so sorry..." she murmured.

© Cyan