Devotion (3) ✔

7 - Mariana & Santiago

Santiago and I didn't like to cuddle while sleeping. We'd spent so many years being alone, sleeping alone, that meshing our bodies together while sleeping was going to take some time.

But when morning came, he'd roll over and enter me without any warning. I was always slippery from his cum. It didn't matter what position I was in, he'd just glide in and remain there and allow us a couple more hours of sleep, just like that. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced in my life. He loved being inside me. Static or moving, didn't matter. That's exactly where he was now. On top, dick in my pussy, like it was home.

I stretched under him. Waking up like this was a dream. The sun was peeking through the top of the dark curtains. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes before forking my fingers through his hair. He made me feel so safe that I could die right now and not regret a single thing. His soft snores slowly subsided, his hips started to move lazily. He turned his head, his lips against my neck and I circled his hips with my legs, crossing my ankles, I started squeezing myself around him, like last night.

He hummed in approval, kissing my neck. I felt the friction of his dick inside me. I felt wide and stuffed by him and he clearly loved it when I squeezed him. He started to thrust slowly and I kept squeezing my pelvis. My eye lids dropped, pleasure coming to its surface and soon we were both softly moaning out releases. It was quick and sloppy and my legs dropped away from him, completely open and vulnerable to him.

We were breathing fast, he was still pulsating inside of me. Warm cream was spilling it into me. I moved slightly, trying to get his weight off me. Instead, he rolled us over, with me on top of him. We hardly ever wore clothes in the bedroom. He lazily stroked my hair, some of it snagged in his beard.

My relationship with him was still confusing but I knew he'd do anything for me, especially after yesterday. After he stripped me naked in front of his wife, introduced me to the world as his girlfriend and spoke of divorcing his wife, for me. I knew he was serious about me and I didn't have to go back to that life. I was his. His everything. A feeling of content washed over me.

However, his one goal in life wasn't finished yet and he couldn't leave the country until he avenged his family's murder. I understood that. I supported that and as long as he'll have me, I'd be there, right by him.

His chest rumbled.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, rolling us to the side, my leg over his hip, to keep inside me.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I tucked myself under his chin.

We showered quickly and had breakfast before I watched get ready for Office. He didn't like leave me at home but I didn't mind. I would just watch something on Netflix or waste my time on Instagram or just watch beauty gurus on youtube and try on different make up for the day.

"What are your plans for today?" I asked, as I watched him get dressed in our room sized closet. There was a deep red chesterfield chaise lounge on my side of the closet. He had it brought in after he'd moved my stuff in.

"I need to speak to my lawyer, get the divorce papers ready. I need to speak to Oliver Vernoff. Get everything fast tracked." He pulled up his pants, tucked his deep blue shirt in the charcoal grey slacks.

"I'm sorry I'm putting you in through so much trouble. If I'd know, I might have tried very hard to stop myself from falling for you." I couldn't help the little smile the crept onto my face. He buckled up, in front of the mirror before he came me, towering over my body."

"I'm glad you didn't. It would have really sucked if the feelings were one sided." I beamed.

"Will she fight the divorce?" I usually heard men complain about how their wife were sucking all his hard earn money dry in the divorce. I didn't want him to lose the power he had because he needed it to go up against the people who obliterated his family. "We could wait. We could wait until the Capone's are dead. I don't want her vindication to affect your goal, Tiago."