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“Like lavender?” I stupidly asked because that was the scent of my body wash.
“No,” was all Saint said as he continued to ravish my lower body, making me quiver with each touch.
I had no idea how my legs weren’t giving out from under me, how I was still able to stand.
“Oh God, Saint,” I stuttered as my orgasm started to build from somewhere deep inside me.
He licked me faster, his technique consistent, and that was all it took before I threw my head back, squeezed my eyes closed, and cried out with pleasure as my body jerked against his face.
He refused to stop. Even as I was coming down from my orgasm, his tongue continued to work in me. I had to physically push him away.
“That was amazing,” I complimented, my breathing erratic.
He stood tall, his erection begging me for attention as it tapped me on the leg. One quick look at it, and I was intimidated yet again.
Before I could drop to my own knees in an attempt to get that thing in my mouth, Saint was holding my body against his, kissing all the thoughts from my head. I lost myself in the way his hands felt on my skin, wishing I could imprint this moment into my core memory file.
“My turn,” I said, breaking the kiss and silently wishing myself luck.
I slowly lowered my body to the ground; my knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. I was right. This penis had come from the gods. I looked at it and glanced up at Saint, who was peering down at me with curious eyes, before looking back atitagain.
“Problem, love?” he asked with a wicked grin, and I felt determination rush through my veins.
“Nope,” I said, popping thePbefore gripping the base of his dick with my hand and taking the tip of it inside my mouth.
A pleasure-filled groan ripped out of Saint, and I’d barely even done anything. That sound spurred me on even more. I took him as deep as I could without gagging and let my hand do the rest. The simultaneous movements seemed to work, and Saint slammed both palms against the sides of the shower—one on the tiles, the other on the glass wall. I was half-surprised he hadn’t shattered it.
“Ivy. Jesus. It’s so good.” His breaths were labored, his voice ragged, and I was the one making him sound that way.
I moaned around the size of him, still working my hand at his base when I felt him grow even larger inside my mouth.
“I’m so close. Just like that. Don’t stop, love.”
Every time he called melove, teenage Ivy squealed from somewhere in the past. Saint started jerking and pulsing, and before I knew it, he had filled my mouth. I briefly considered spitting it all out, but I swallowed instead.
“You’re a goddess,” he said, and I actually felt like one.
FREAKING OUT
IVY
After the most intense shower I’d ever had in my life, we moved to the bedroom. I was grateful because my assumption about needing a little help to get him inside of me had been right. A shower would have never worked for that.
Saint was an attentive lover, paying attention to the way my body reacted to his touch and making me beg for more. I’d never felt so adored. When he pulled out of me for the third time, my body too sore for any more, I thought he might leave and go home. We’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, but I still didn’t know what it meant.
“Do you have to go?” I wondered as I turned to face him, our naked bodies twisted in the sheets and each other.
“Go where?”
His arm reached for my hip, and he pulled me roughly against him, holding me there. Our bodies fit perfectly that way, like two pieces of the same puzzle. I could feel his heart beating against my back.
I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes, we were still in the same position, but light was streaming through my curtains. It was morning. Saint’s alarm started beeping from his phone, and his body jerked in response, his arm crushing me before his thumb traced lazy circles on my skin.
“Morning,” he breathed out from behind me, his lips pressing against my shoulder.
I tried to turn my head to see him, but I couldn’t move that far. “Morning.”
He broke our contact, the cold air crashing around us as he quieted his alarm. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath.
