Page 72 of Sangre
Chapter Sixteen
Isla clung tighterto Sangre as his kiss intensified. Harder. Rougher. Deeper. His lips scorched hers, devouring them, and her body burned for him. She’d been craving him ever since their first kiss years ago, and now sensations crawled wild through her veins. She wanted his hands all over her, touching her, claiming her. The feel of his hard dick rubbing between her thighs, his fingers tangling in her hair, and his tongue thrusting past her lips and teeth—hot and probing, sent her nearly to the edge.
As Sangre ground harder against her, his callused hand slipped under her T-shirt, skimming up her rib cage as he moved his mouth from her lips and across her jaw to the sensitive spot under her ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a fuckin’ long time,” he whispered, his fingers undoing her bra.
Isla moaned then held her breath in anticipation as he eased up her shirt, exposing her soft rosy-tipped nipples. Sangre kissed a trail from her neck to her collar bone to the top swells of her breasts. “So pretty and tempting,” he whispered against her skin, voice roughened by passion.
Then Sangre whistled softly, his gaze taking in her butterfly tattoo. Dotted borders went under each breast, wrapping around the butterfly, which was in the middle under her tits. Bright, purple ink accented the wings. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he said, tracing the outline with his tongue.
Isla threaded her fingers through his hair, watching as he pulled one beaded nipple into his mouth and covered her other breast with his hand. As he squeezed and kneaded, he sucked, licked, and bit her other nipple all the while rubbing against her. Heat pulsed between her legs as tingles zinged through her all the way down to her clit. It felt so good and she never wanted him to stop.
He moved his mouth to her other needy, hard nipple while he slid a hand down the front of her pants and cupped her mound. She groaned. “Are you wet for me?” he growled.
“Yeah,” she panted.
Sangre undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Isla kicked off her shoes then pushed up a bit from the ground, and he tugged off her jeans. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it up, which made Sangre chuckle as he finished pulling it up over his head and threw it down next to her jeans. Isla sat up and he took her shirt off then tossed her pink lacy bra on the blanket, his gaze traveling over her nakedness.
“I love your tattoo,” he said, his voice thick while running his fingers over dark Gothic roses on curly Q vines. The ink started at the tip of her right butt cheek and curled up the side of her body with the vine stopping right above her right breast. A musical score with notes wove around it. “It’s fuckin’ amazing. Did you design it?”
Isla nodded, keenly aware of his hands on her naked flesh. Sangre looked up at her; his eyes were molten, burning with lust. He stood up, and she propped up on her elbows, watching him as he discarded his boots, socks, jeans, and boxers. When Isla saw his dick, she gasped. It was thick and hard, and a vein throbbed down the side of it. Without thinking, she sat up, reached out, and curled her fingers around it; the skin was smooth and silky.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled, dropping to his knees. He yanked her to him and kissed her deeply, and then pushed her back down with ease onto the blanket. He bent down and peppered kisses around her navel and across her stomach, then to her hips and thighs. He pressed his face against Isla’s skin as if memorizing the feel of her. Looping his fingers on either side of her lace panties, he slowly pulled them down, and then kissed his way back up over her legs to her thighs, gently spreading her legs. He sat back on his knees and stared at her wetness; a heated flush spread over her and she dropped her head down. Sangre placed his hand under her chin, gently lifted her face, and closed his lips over hers.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I never imagined you were this beautiful. I want to see all of you,” he said against her mouth, his fingers slipping into her wet folds as he held her gaze.
“Oh, Sangre.” She gasped.
“You like that, honey?”
A shudder of raw passion passed through her at the sound of his hoarse voice and the touch of his hot breath fanning over her face. Isla clutched his tatted bicep, loving the way his muscles flexed as his fingers moved closer to her slick and swollen clit, that was hot with need for him. He stroked her slowly before pushing one finger inside. She bucked against him as he added another. Her hips rocked with the movements of his fingers as she rode his hand. Isla arched into him, gripping his shoulders hard as the tension mounting in her threatened to explode. He bent down and flicked his tongue around her belly button.
“Fuck, I need you,” he gritted.
“I need you too. By the way, I’m on the pill.”
“You want this raw?”
“I want to feel all of you inside me.”
“Me too,” he whispered, dragging his lips across her stomach as his one hand glided over her breasts, down her waist, and across her inner thigh. The width of Sangre’s shoulders kept her legs spread apart as he dipped his head low, his fingers still pushed far inside her.
The first brush of his tongue over her sensitive flesh had her clutching the blanket and thrusting her throbbing pussy into his face. “Sangre!”
While his fingers pumped in and out, he licked her heated sex up and down, using flat and steady strokes, but never touching her clit. She moaned in frustrated pleasure as he moved his mouth away and sought her nipples, biting and sucking them while he removed his fingers covered with her juices, reached around her and squeezed her ass cheeks before teasing her puckered opening. Isla’s whole body trembled under his touch, and when he slid his knee up to meet her pussy, she rubbed against it desperately as his mouth left a few, parting, feather-light licks on her rock-hard nipples.
His lips seared down her body, nipping, kissing, and licking it until he buried his face between her legs. She groaned then cried out when his tongue flicked her sweet spot. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasped. With his tongue, he made small circles over her nub, and the tension that had been building from the moment he kissed her, exploded. Isla cried out, frantically grabbing at him, until her hand found his neck and pulled him down to her. She kissed him between pants, tasting herself on his lips. She had never come so hard before with a man. It brought tears to her eyes, and her lids fluttered open, blinking them away.
Sangre kissed her gently and stroked her cheek. “Was it good?”
“The best,” she breathed, her body calming down.
“There’s more to come.” He leaned back and raised her legs up, placing her feet on his upper chest. Isla’s ass came up a bit, and he pushed inside her. Slowly and gently, his dick filled her up as her still tingling walls molded against him. Then he pulled out and an emptiness filled her; she craved him inside her again.
“You want me to be gentle?”
Isla swept her palms over his broad shoulders, her fingernails tracing the tattoos adorning them. She ran her fingers over the curves of his stomach and down his sculpted arms.
“Do you feel gentle?” she asked in a soft voice.
