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He knows the answer, but asks anyway as he doesn’t want to assume. “Have you done that before?”
“No.” I shake my head timidly.
He lifts me up, dragging my body along his so I’m straddling him. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He rests his large hands on my hips, stroking the flesh on my flank softly as he waits for me to reply. But I don’t know what to say. I’m terrified at the proposal because he barely fits in my mouth. How will he fit in my…?
“Turn around,” he huskily commands, coaxing me to spin so my back faces him. When I do, he gently pushes on the small of my back, positioning me to lay down. His generous cock bobs inches from my lips, and I instantly want to take him in my mouth again.
He arranges my legs to straddle his face. He grips my ass cheek before rearing up and suckling over my clit. I cry out and collapse forward, but I soon get my head or, rather, my mouth in the game and wrap my lips around him.
I begin to move slowly, bucking onto his face as I suck him deeply. The angle allows me to take more of him, and soon, I am working his shaft with speed as Saint eats me out ferociously, ensuring no part of me remains untouched.
This becomes my new favorite position because we are able to give the other pleasure at the same time. I take; he gives. He takes; I give. Saint then adds a finger to the mix, dipping into my heat and making me cry out around him.
I don’t realize there is a reason for this until he circles that finger coated in my arousal over my back entrance. He gently works it between my cheeks, then fingers over my puckered opening. On instinct, I tense, but Saint’s hot breath slaps against me.
“Relax,a????.”
But this is so taboo. No one has seen this part of me before.
“Do you want me to stop?”
And that’s the million-dollar question. Do I?
When he works his tongue deep into me, all the while circling that finger, I know the answer is no. I don’t. I want more. And to show him what I want, I slowly drive my hips backward. Saint hisses but never stops his tongue as he begins to work the tip of his finger into me.
My eyes bulge from my head because this feels so foreign. My instinct is to clench, but I relax, allowing him to enter me. It hurts, but Saint distracts me from the pain as he continues licking, sucking, and tonguing my needy sex.
I continue going down on him, but my movements are jolted because when he buries his finger in deep, I’m certain I’m about to turn to mush. He’s halfway in when he begins to pump in and out slowly. I can feel myself tightening around him, and before long, I am rocking back on him.
“More,” I pant, my breasts dangling between us as I arch my back, moaning. Never have I felt so full as I bounce against his face with his finger sinking in and out of me.
And he gives me what I want.
He increases the speed and depth, and before long, he slips in with ease. “I want you.” And I do. I know it will hurt, but I want to experience this with Saint.
I don’t know what position to take, so I wait for him to tell me what to do. It’s what he’s good at, and in this case, I don’t mind.
With one final lick of my sex, he gently removes his finger. “Come here.”
I don’t need to be told twice, so I turn around, crawling up his body. I frantically press my lips to his, not caring that I can taste myself on his mouth. We kiss like starved animals, which only evokes a deeper burn within me.
He breaks the connection, only to roll me onto my side. He kisses the side of my neck, all the while spooning behind me. He positions my legs so they sit forward, opening myself up to him. I feel so safe with him at my back as he cocoons me in his arms.
“I don’t have a condom. I’m sorry. I just, I haven’t needed any,” he confesses, his embarrassment clear as sleeping around isn’t high on the agenda for a hitman.
This is incredibly irresponsible of me, but I don’t care. I want to feel him in the flesh. Nothing between us. “It’s all right. Just go slow.”
Saint hums low, reaching around my hip and inserting two fingers into my sex. We both hiss at the connection, and I move slightly so he can deepen the penetration. This position is perfect as I am so relaxed. So when I feel Saint shift his hips and spread my arousal around my puckered entrance, I grow lax and brace myself for whatever is about to come.
Just as he did with his finger, he gently tests the waters, so to speak, ensuring my muscles are relaxed. I know I’m tight, and this will be an impossible fit. “God, I want you. But tell me if you need me to stop.”
He kisses just under my ear as he presses his blunt head to my entrance. My arousal acts as the perfect lubrication, and with a deep breath, he slowly sinks in an inch.
“Stop!” I cry out, because I am certain he’s about to split me into two.
He freezes and curses, angered at himself. “I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you.” When he attempts to pull out, I reach around and place my hand on his hip, stopping him.
