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He continues to take unhurried licks, and the slow tempo suddenly drives me insane. I want more.
The coarseness of his facial hair adds to my heightened response, and I open my legs wider. But he doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he switches from inner thigh to inner thigh, worshiping every inch of my skin. Before long, I grow even wetter than I already am and burn to feel his lips on my heat.
I arch my back off the ground as his touch sets me on fire. He holds me firmly in place, and his dominance just adds to my craving. “Please…” I whimper, peering down at him, mesmerized by the way he looks between my legs.
He inhales, a low hum escaping him before he lifts his head and reality smashes into me. We lock eyes, and it’s evident that he knows we’ve just crossed a line. But that line was bound to be crossed because this spark between us has always been there.
He slips two fingers into his mouth, eyes never leaving mine as he sinks them into me. I bow my hips and arch my neck, a sated moan filling the air. He moves them in and out of my sex leisurely, sighing in approval.
I am a wanton fiend as I rock into his rhythm, my body undulating with each stroke. The noises coming from me express what he’s doing to me, and I’m helpless to stop. He circles his thumb over my clit while I cry out, my needy body flooding.
It was never this way with Drew, or anyone else for that matter, but I suppose these circumstances aren’t normal, so my body’s response seems appropriate, considering where we are. He increases the tempo, plunging in deep and fast while I buck my hips.
I am lost to him, the feel of his fingers inside me almost too much, but I want more. Though I’m afraid to ask because the last time this happened, he left me dry. “Oh, god,” I pant, clenching and unclenching my fists.
I’m slick and ripe and ready, but when Saint withdraws, I’m overwhelmed by panic. No, not again. Before I can protest, he slides down my body and comes to rest between my legs. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, while he bends the other out, opening me up to him, and lowers his mouth to my sex. The moment I feel his hot lips on me, I instantly arch into him, making a liar out of me because I want more.
He groans against me, the vibration rocking my core.
He uses his tongue, sampling in and around me, and hums when I cry out softly. He uses his index and middle finger to part my flesh, opening me up in a way that has my cheeks flushing a bright crimson.
He delves in deep, flicking his tongue, and I whimper because I’m certain my heart is about to burst from my chest. He suckles, licking up and down my entrance, then tugs on my clit. I rocket off the floor, grinding deeper into his mouth.
He explores me completely, leaving no part of me untouched. He bites, sucks, and licks. He does everything to make this feel good for me. And it does. His stubble adds to the heightened touch because the wetness of his tongue and the coarseness of his beard are a perfect combination, and before long, I am rocking against his face, begging him to give me more.
“You’re melting in my mouth,” he groans against my sex, slipping his middle finger into my heat as he continues to lick me.
His words combined with his actions are a dangerous combination because it’s sensory overload. Stimulating both my mind and body, he moves his head from side to side. His lips caress my heated flesh, and I moan, undulating with his touch.
I never liked oral sex, but this is something else entirely because this…I like. I like a lot. My body is coming alive.
He drags me toward him roughly, his hands resting on my hips as he controls the rhythm. I’m powerless to stop it and flop like a rag doll, using the leg over his shoulder to draw him closer. He is ravenous, eating me with a ferocious need. He leaves indents on my leg when he grips my thigh, spreading me farther.
My hands are still bunched by my side, but Saint does something that changes the course of everything. As he buries himself deeper, he slowly reaches for my clenched fist. The touch is hesitant at first, but when I unfurl my hand, he gently and cautiously interlaces his fingers through mine.
The touch is virgin as it feels like this is a first for us both.
He may know his way around a woman’s most treasured part, but when it comes to affection, Saint is treading uncharted waters. He attempts to sever the connection, but I squeeze his hand, moaning loudly as the genuine sentiment has sped up my orgasm.
It comes out of nowhere and tackles me low. “Oh, god,” I whimper, bouncing on his face and his tongue.
We suddenly grow desperate, both our movements echoing the other as we fight for domination. I want to come, and he wants to make me come. But a small part of him is holding out, drawing out the gratification so I explode in messy tears.
His fingers, tongue, and lips all work in unison as they stroke me deeply. I want to touch him, feel his golden, muscled flesh under my fingers, but I know, for now, this is all he can offer me. And that’s okay.
My breaths are winded and his are hoarse as he guides me toward the finish line. The slapping of my flesh is music to my ears, but what he says next…I don’t stand a chance.
Squeezing my hand, he confesses, “It means…angel.” He exhales against my sex, slapping my swollen clit with his tongue.
I scream, stunned by his words and his actions, and come so hard, tears leak from my eyes. My body bows off the floor, and I writhe wildly, certain I’m about to burst into flames. My heart races, the blood whooshes through my ears, and my eyes squeeze shut. I have never come this hard before. When he lets go of my hand, I instantly miss the connection.
He takes every last tremor from my body, and when I grow lax, he kisses my sensitive flesh before untangling himself from me. I’m Jell-O, and I doubt my legs will work anytime soon.
I catch my breath, uncaring that I’m spread open to him because I need a minute to return to earth. I hear a rustle and then something warm being placed over me. Cracking open an eye, I see that he’s placed his T-shirt over me to cover my modesty.
My mind is mush.
When he attempts to rise, panic overwhelms me, and my high soon fades. “Stay.” My voice is hoarse from screaming. He appears surprised as I don’t think he expected to stay and cuddle.
