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Our bodies are slick with a coat of sweat, and the need to come is all-consuming.
He kisses me ferociously, clutching the side of my face before pulling back to create a gap between us. Resting back on his elbows, he watches his wet dick move in and out of my cunt that hugs him tightly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, sending a zing of pleasure zipping down my spine.
My upper body arches backward, pushing my sweat-gleamed breasts forward. With nothing left to hold on to, I grip a hold of his knees, using them as leverage to keep me up.
“I’m going to…” My head tilts backward as the force of my impending orgasm rises to the peak of eruption. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Saint, keep doing that. Right there, don’t stop.”
My damp hair slaps across my back when his hands grip my ass for a deeper thrust, our movements so fast that if you struck a match between us, we would both go up in flames.
My throat is dry as the rhythm of our breathing syncs with each pounding he gives.
We’ve never had sex like this, never, and I want to do it again and again and again.
“You feel... Fuucck. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” His mouth opens wide with a deep roar, his head throwing back, shuttering inside me as our orgasms slam into us at the same time, leaving us limp and utterly spent.
When our breathing finally evens out, Saint lays on his side, pulling me into his embrace in a warm cocoon. I could really do with a shower, but honestly, I’m too exhausted to move.
My fingers reach out to pull the sheets over our bodies when it suddenly dawns on me. I’m in Saint’s bed. A bed he’s shared with countless other women. My body tenses, and I’m overcome with the sudden urge to retreat to my own room.
Saint’s strong arms hold me tighter. “I can feel the weight of your thoughts from here. What’s wrong?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, unsure whether to tell him what’s on my mind without sounding like a jealous girlfriend.
“It’s nothing.”
“I won’t sleep until you tell me.”
Taking a breath, I decided to be honest.
“Have you…” I stop myself because this isn’t fair. It’s his past. Hopefully, I’ll be his present. And his future. That’s all that should matter, right? Still, I can’t help how I feel.
He palms my cheek lovingly. “Have I what?”
“Mm.” Oh god. How can I put this? “Have you slept with Georgina in this bed?” I ask.
An answering silence falls between us.
“Yes.”
“And Christy?”
His knuckles stroke along the side of my face. “I fucked a lot of women before you came into my life.”
“No, I know. It’s just…being in here knowing that she was with you in this bed, on this mattress. I don’t… It… it makes me feel weird and icky.”
Saint’s warm arms leave my body, and my head turns to see what he’s doing. Dread settles in the pit of my stomach, watching him rise from the bed.
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Why couldn’t I have just closed my eyes and gone to sleep like a normal person instead of opening my big fat mouth!
He walks to my side, snaking his arms around my legs and upper body.
“What are you doing?” I squeak, gripping my hands around his shoulders.
Remaining silent, he carries me next door to my room, where he’ll likely dump me for pissing him off.
To my surprise, he doesn’t leave. In fact, he stays the entire night with his arms wrapped around my body, spooning me into a deep sleep.
