Twenty-Eight
Winter
The festival at the farm doesn’t finish until around ten that night, so once everyone who attended leaves for the evening, we put away the essentials, with the intent to finish the task in the morning.
Both Saint and I make separate excuses as to why we aren’t going to be at the house tonight, and Cypress agrees to watch Douglas.
I make sure to tell Cypress that I’m staying at Reign’s house for the night, but not until after she leaves, so there won’t be slip-ups if he brings it up and she says she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Saint leaves the farm first and goes to his house, where I’ll meet him, and I leave ten minutes later.
It feels weird to be sneaking around and lying since we’re both grown adults, but we agreed it’s better to keep it a secret for now.
The drive to his house feels twice as long just because I’m excited to have time alone with him.
As promised, when I get to his house, the door is unlocked and I let myself in, being sure to lock it behind me.
I can hear the shower running from the direction of his room, so I walk that way.
Standing in the bathroom doorway, I stop to watch him wash his hair. His muscles flex and move as he lathers the shampoo through his wavy brown strands and leans to rinse it out.
He shakes the water from his head and smiles at me.
“You going to stay there staring at me, Win, or do you want to come in?”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Without a response, I kick off my boots and tug off my jeans. When I pull off my sweater and unhook my bra, his eyes go dark as my breasts are exposed.
In the past, I’ve been worried about my appearance and what my partner would think of me. But the feeling of Saint’s eyes on me is totally different. I’ve never felt as strongly beautiful and sexy as when Saint looks at my nude body.
It’s the way he looks like he wants to worship me and devour me at the same time.
As I walk toward the shower completely nude, his eyes greedily run over my body until I get close enough that he opens the shower door for me.
Stepping under the stream of water, I let the heat of it warm me after a long day outside in the cold.
My muscles relax, and as I stand with my eyes closed, Saint starts to wash my body.
His hands caress and tenderly clean me. And what I’m sure he means as a kindhearted gesture quickly becomes foreplay.
When he rubs soap on my breasts, I moan despite my best efforts. Noticing my reaction, he kneads my breasts again, firmer this time.
I cry out in frustration when his hands disappear from my body. Opening my eyes, I see him now kneeling on the shower floor before me.
He grabs my knee and raises my leg to hook over his shoulder.
“I want to try something,” he says as he stares at my core, which I’m sure is sopping wet from how turned on I am. “Tell me if I do any of it wrong.”
The memory of him leaning in to run his tongue along my slit will stay with me forever. His eyes were closed, and his face looked so determined as he dragged his tongue along my folds, coming up to circle my throbbing clit.
He licks and sucks with fervor. Eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.
He sounded nervous about doing it wrong, but I don’t think anything he does in this moment could be wrong. Within a few minutes, I’m coming apart at my seams, begging for more. Not just wanting him to fuck me but needing it.
My pleasure peaks, and he licks me through it, holding eye contact while growling against me.
When the orgasm starts to wane, he pulls away and looks at me, waiting, still kneeling.
I try to speak but have to clear my throat before I can get words out.
“You did well,” I tell him, and from the corner of my eye, I see a movement. Realizing he twitched when I said he did well, I praise him again. “Really well.”
Still wanting more of him, I tell him what I want.
“I need you inside me, Saint. Please.”
The height difference will make shower sex difficult, but it’s not impossible.
I climb up so that I’m standing on the edge of the tub and lean forward, bracing my hands on the wall, with my butt stuck out toward him.
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Please, Saint. I need you now.”
Whether it’s my words or the desperation in them, I’ll never know, but he jumps into action.
His chest presses against my back as he brackets my body with his. The water drenches us both, making us slippery.
I brace myself against the wall when the tip of his shaft lines up with my opening. He nudges in slowly but steadily, feeling so good.
Saint is tentative at first, pushing in and pulling out with slow, controlled movements, seeing how I react to each. When I moan on the harder thrusts, he catches on and picks up his pace, hitting home in the perfect tempo.
“It’s too good, Win. I need you to come,” he grunts out.
His hand comes around my body, and with slick fingers, he circles my clit. The added touch throws me over the edge, and I come. My body convulses and my muscles contract rhythmically, pulling him over as well.
His hot cum fills me, and we both lean against the wall, panting for several minutes.
He doesn’t say anything as we recuperate, but the kisses he trails on the back of my neck and upper spine say more than words ever could.
The water turns chilly, forcing us to rinse and leave the shower eventually.
I brought clothes with me in my overnight bag, but instead, I throw on one of Saint’s flannel button-ups. The material is soft and worn, and the larger size fits comfortably.
We climb into his bed and talk late into the night. Somehow, we talk about everything and nothing at all.
I know I need to talk to him about what’s going to happen after the holidays. I know I need to start planning my goodbye, but I can’t bring myself to do it. For tonight, I’ll soak up his comfort and bask in the feeling he gives me.
“Night, Winnie,” he whispers just as I’m on the cusp of sleep.
I try to say good night, but no sound comes out of my mouth.
“I love you. Maybe more than anyone has ever loved a person before. I’m going to keep you,” he whispers, and I’m sure he thinks I’m sleeping as he says those words and places a tender kiss against my hair.
My heart breaks because I know this can’t be forever.