Chapter Seventeen #2
The next time they came up for air, Saint cradled her face between his big hands. He stroked his thumbs across her cheeks and merely watched her. The moment felt charged with more than just physical need.
And it scared the hell out of her even as she wanted more of it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Saint whispered. “So beautiful. And you’re strong, intelligent, captivating.”
Her breath caught. “Saint…” It was too much. Too many strong emotions. Too many complications, and yet so perfect.
His lips quirked, and he glanced down their bodies. “And these tits…”
That had her laughing, and the heavy emotional charge shifted back to the physical.
Easy and safe territory.
“Help yourself,” she said with a flirty smirk.
Saint’s grin turned lascivious. “Don’t mind if I do.” He kissed his way from her mouth, down her throat, to her chest, where he cupped her left breast, plumping it.
She arched with a gasp from the simple feel of him holding her. And then came his mouth, and she nearly lost her mind. He licked across her nipple, drawing a harsh gasp from her, then pulled it into his hot mouth with strong suction.
“Oh God.” Her head pushed into the pillow as she arched into him for more.
She wrapped her ankles around his back and pressed her pelvis against his as her hands went to his hair.
The soft strands tickled her fingers. Incredible sensations came at her from all angles, overwhelming her senses and stealing all rational thought.
He sucked hard, sending sharp pleasure from her nipple to her clit.
Beth gripped his hair for dear life, oblivious to whether it hurt, but he didn’t complain.
When he had her squirming and panting, he kissed across her chest to the other breast, treating it to the same voracious treatment.
This time, as he sucked, licked, and nipped, he pulled her panties down.
They got trapped around her calves, but she widened her knees to make room for him.
Without releasing her tit, he slid two fingers inside her, immediately curling them to find the spot that had driven her wild the other night. Beth bucked and shouted.
A dark chuckle rumbled in Saint’s chest as he clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shh,” he soothed around her breast.
“Sorry,” she mumbled against his palm. “It’s just so go… oh shit.”
He gently raked his teeth over her nipple as he finger-fucked her, making her see stars.
“Sadist,” she managed, panting.
Saint sent another evil laugh floating into the room.
“Saint…” She couldn’t think beyond the waves of pleasure originating beneath his hands and mouth. “Please… now.”
He lifted his head, fingers still working inside her, and the white-hot yearning nearly had her coming right then. “I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock yet?”
“What?” she scowled at him. “I’m ready.”
His lips curved while he pressed his thumb to her clit.
Beth flopped back on the pillow, breathless. “Now you’re just being mean.”
He kissed her quickly, once. Then again, longer and sweeter, slowing his hand inside her. “I like you like this,” he whispered. “Hungry, desperate for me.”
“Yes.” She craned her neck, chasing his lips for another kiss, which he granted. She felt drugged, out of her mind. He overwhelmed all her senses until nothing existed but Saint.
His intoxicating taste.
His spicy, leather scent.
The whispered murmurs and curses.
His gorgeous face and body.
And the way his hands and mouth brought her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced with a man.
This time, when he broke the kiss, she whimpered.
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” he whispered as he rose on his knees. The hand inside her disappeared, only to end up on his zipper.
Beth pushed up onto her elbows. No way was she willing to miss a second of the show. Their gazes met as he flicked the button open, then lowered the zipper. One of his dark eyebrows arched as if to say, ‘keep going?’
Beth nodded, licking her lips. She’d had that cock in her mouth and still ached to see the reveal.
He backed up until he could step off the bed, then, slowly, to torture her, of course, lowered the jeans and his boxer briefs while watching for her reaction the entire time.
She almost forgot to look down, lost in a sea of rippling abs and gorgeous inked artwork.
But as she followed the roots of a tree down his side and over his hip, her attention went to his rigid cock where it jutted from his body.
Long, thick, and reddened with need. A bead of precum dotted the tip, and had her licking her lips.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper snapped her attention upward. Her pussy clenched as he tore it open. Only a few more seconds and he’d be inside her.
As he rolled the condom down his length, Beth stared. She drew her heels up, bending and widening her knees.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “So fucking sexy.”
He pounced forward, crawling up her body until his hips nestled between hers. She tilted her pelvis as she reached between their bodies. “Allow me. You’re taking too long.”
He leaned over until their lips were an inch apart. “Knock yourself out. It’s your dick now.”
Her heart skipped a fucking beat. Did he mean he wanted more than sex? No, of course not. It’d never work. He just meant for the night.
So she’d better make the most of her time.
As he kissed her, she guided his cock to her entrance. Saint needed no instruction. He thrust forward into her with slow but steady pressure. Her body yielded to him at once as though he belonged there, as though they’d done this a hundred times.
He ripped his mouth away, then rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus-fucking-Christ, you’re tight. I can barely breathe. Good?”
“Yes. So good. It feels…” Right. So incredibly right.
“Full?”
“Fuck yes. You fill me perfectly.”
His eyes flared, and he groaned. “Fucking perfect.” Then he kicked into gear, drawing his hips back and snapping forward again. Beth locked her ankles at the base of his spine and wrapped her arms around his upper back, clinging to him as he fucked her with powerful rolls of his hips.
Every thrust hurtled her closer to an explosive finish, rushing at her way too quickly. She wanted to stay here, suspended in this high for as long as possible, where nothing mattered but her and Saint.
But he apparently had other ideas.
“I want to be deeper,” he ground out, voice deep and sensual. He slipped an arm under her thigh, hiking her leg onto his shoulder. The new position spread her impossibly wide and allowed him to get closer, deeper. So deep she could practically feel him in on a cellular level.
“Saint…” She whined and gasped, trying to stay in the moment when her mind felt fuzzy with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, can you feel how deep I am?” He pressed a hand to her lower belly as he fucked her like a man possessed.
“Yes, yes. It’s never been like this.” She gripped the sheets for dear life, feeling like she’d fly straight to heaven without the anchor.
“Jesus, you take me so good. This pussy was made for me, Beth. Made for fucking me.”
“Yes!”
“You’re fucking mine now, Beth. Your tits, your pussy, your gorgeous body. It’s all fucking mine.”
God, she wanted that so much. To belong to him. To be owned by him. He’d never take advantage. Never make her feel afraid or constrained.
He stared down at her as he fucked her, muscles bulging with effort. Sweat trickled over his pecs and stomach. His dark hair flopped in front of his eyes, and his mouth twisted in a sexy snarl.
The raunchy, possessive words combined with the intense visuals and extreme pleasure was too much. The orgasm rushed at her like a charging bull. “Oh God,” she cried, arching her back. “I’m gonna come. Saint, I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me.”
“Kiss me. Kiss me while I come.”
He growled, actually fucking growled as he bent forward, sealing his lips to hers. His knee was at her ear, with her legs stretched so far apart she’d probably be sore later, but now she felt nothing but joy.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same time he thrust his hips. The new position had his pelvis grinding against her clit.
The orgasm slammed into her with supersonic force. She threw her arms around his back and slammed her eyes shut, holding on for dear life when wave after wave of pleasure undulated through her. Two seconds later, Saint shouted against her mouth as he stiffened in her arms.
Their hearts slammed against each other as they trembled through their climaxes.
She clung to him, riding the delicious sensations until their bodies calmed.
“Holy fuck,” Saint eventually whispered. He shifted his arm, and her leg flopped onto the bed.
Her muscles protested, drawing a groan from her.
Saint’s head popped up. He kissed her quickly, then asked, “You okay?” Before she had the chance to answer, he began massaging the crease between her leg and her pelvis, where she’d been stretched to capacity. “Was I too rough?”
Why was he being so tender? The concern in his gaze and the gentle way he kneaded her leg set off a swell of intense emotion in her core.
Men didn’t do this. They took what they wanted and rolled over.
They didn’t check in, didn’t massage away the ache they’d caused.
Her eyes began to prickle, and she blinked hard.
Crying was not an option.
“I’m wonderful. You were perfect.”
There was that word again, small and powerful, but she couldn’t deny its veracity.
Oh shit.
Had she really begged him to kiss her while she came like some love-struck fairy-tale character?
How humiliating.
Lucky for her, the afterglow was strong enough to overpower the embarrassment over her neediness.
Later, though, she’d want to crawl into a hole.