Page 107 of Saints & Sailors

Doing as I was told, I turned and laid the long way across the bench.

I didn’t have to wonder about his next move. Dreux came down on top of me. He gave me a soft, lingering kiss, soon leaving me wanting more as he descended my body. My hips bucked when he took my left nipple into his mouth.

I moaned, cradling his head in my hands. “Don’t stop.”

Dreux sucked on my nipple, tugging and nipping it with his teeth. He kissed a trail to my right breast, repeating the motions of suckling and nipping until I was practically panting.

Dreux kissed long and slow, back and forth between my breasts, before dipping his head lower. There was a heartbeat between each kiss. An agonizing momentum that was driving me crazy.

There was no rush as he gradually pulled each string from my bikini bottoms free. One look at his face and I could tell he was anticipating this, savoring every second as he took his time learning my body and how every little thing he did drove me wild.

Cool air hit me as he clutched my bottoms in his hand, leaving me bare. I had no shame, and as shy as I felt, I didn’t try to cover up. All I could do was lie there as Dreux’s attention dropped and lingered between my thighs. His lips parted, his brows furrowed, and he swore beneath his breath.

“Jesus, Saylor,” he let out.

It was my only warning. Gone was his patience as he sank to his knees and dove in.

“FUCK!” I couldn’t control my screams or moans. Dreux’s face between my legs was heavenly. My back arched off the bench, and my mouth fell open.

He wrapped his arms around my hips, locking me in place as he didn’t let up.

On his knees, he was a man starved, as if he were drinking ambrosia from the fountain.

I was a wreck of whiny sounds. Close to the edge, seeing stars in my vision.

My fingers lodged into his coils and I tugged as it hit me. Hard and soft, an unshakable wave of pleasure that consumed me until I was numb.

Gently, Dreux trailed kisses back up to my lips. I pulled him closer, getting lost in the kiss. He tasted like me and that turned me on more.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Saylor,” he told me, taking a moment to just stare at me.

An ache settled between my thighs. A pulsating pain. A need.

I was nestled beneath Dreux naked and he still had on his trunks. I wanted them off and I was half a second away from tearing them away with my teeth.

Holding his pained stare, I reached between us and slid my hand into his shorts, not hesitating to grab him.

Shit.

There was so much of him in my hand, and for a fraction of a moment, I questioned the possibility of going through with this. He was so big as I pumped up and down slowly, the desire to feel him drove me on.

How does he walk around with this?

Dreux’s lips parted and he moaned.

I bit my lip, already becoming addicted to the sounds of his tortured pleasure. “Is this for me?”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck.”

I clutched the material of his shorts. “Why do you still have these on?”

Dreux got into the plank position, easing his hips off mine as he hovered above me. Excitement took over as I pulled his trunks lower until he had to kick them off.

We’re doing this.

I felt him on my thigh and the ache increased. Closer. We needed to be closer.

“You on the pill?” Dreux asked, having some semblance of rationale.