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I felt so daring, even in my weak state, and I guessed Saint felt the same because he didn’t slow down in his erotic conquest -one I was trying to figure out.
"Saint,” I moaned his name and he kissed me even harder, his body weight further lying upon me while he began to taunt me by grinding against my groin. That prompted a drawled moan in response, and I spread my legs enough for him to slip his left knee in between.
Lifting my hips just slightly, we got lost in our feverish kissing above, while our hips moved on their own accord below. I secretly hoped I wasn’t wearing a heart monitor of some kind, but with how things were unraveling, I wouldn’t be able to get distracted by the idea of someone walking in because I was too far lost in this whirlpool of arousal to care.
Peeking through heavy eyelids, I enjoyed the way the shadows of the room danced on Saint’s face, complementing his attractiveness but also further contributing to the ominous darkness that oozed off of him.
I was unlocking something – letting it out to come to play for a few minutes of sexual jubilee, and Saint wasn’t fighting it. He soaked in that power and let it reign. The result delivered the shift in our movement as things got faster.
And fucking hotter.
The room had to have become an oven, but I couldn’t care less as I began to moan louder into his mouth as his hips aided that knee in stimulating my pussy that was already glistening wet. I could smell my juices, the aroma thick in the air.
I was sure the fabric pressed against my pussy folds was wet, and Saint could feel that.
Feel how he was driving my body crazy with just his knee and those tormenting lips.
“Fuck, Willow,” he cursed under his breath as he began to move a little faster. He was trying to pace himself, and I knew it was on my behalf, but the slower we went, the more sensitive we became, and I was positive neither of us would be able to prolong the inevitable much longer.
My body had enough of my slow movements, and my pussy further ached to be relieved which prompted me to grind against Saint’s knee as it pressed into me for further friction. Our breaths were hot and rapid, our lips kissing one moment and our voices moaning our names in quiet desperation the next.
I couldn’t recall where we were, but if it was a medical room or a hospital, I couldn’t process the risks. All I wanted was to reach my climax, and I was close to achieving exactly that.
“Saint. Faster,” I quietly pleaded with my breathless voice that held so much vulnerability to it. The tone made it seem like I desperately needed this, and I guessed I did. I needed an escape from reality and the tower of responsibilities.
No nightmares, no questions, no worries about the next stack of things that needed to be crossed off our vast agenda were on my mind.
All I had to worry about was us, and that meant so much to me while also giving me a sense of relief -and freedom.
His lips collided into mine once more, muffling my moans that begged for him to keep going. Our movements became rough and animalistic, the two of us desperate to reach our peaks of ecstasy. While my skin was sensitive with the first beads of sweat, my insides were churning in gleeful anticipation.
If I needed a reminder that I was alive, this was exactly it.
I caught onto the prickling closeness of his release before my own began to spike towards the finish line. This was something new between us, and for a second, it felt like Saint was experiencing exactly how I felt while I was in his shoes.
I’d toss it in the realms of mind fuckery if I wasn’t used to the switch from female to male, but this unique out-of-body experience only further escalated what was at our fingertips.
“Fucking hell,” Saint grunted and sank his head into my shoulder as he groaned,“Cum on me, Willow!”The command was so unexpected but it blazed through me like fire - triggering my climax at the same time as Saint’s.
“Fuck!” I cursed and moaned the sound of utter relief as I came undone. My body was left to endure the shuddering waves that followed, but my mind was reeling from Saint’s release as I felt each shot escape his length.
It was an experience of both worlds, and though I had so many questions, I couldn’t think right now - breathing was already a mission itself.
“Holy fucking shit,” Saint groaned into my shoulder. “That was weird as fuck,” he began and followed with, “I wanna do it again.”
That was rather funny in my delirious state of mind, leaving me to weakly giggle.
“You’re acting like a fool.”
“A fool madly in love,” he tossed back with a chuckle. “That felt so fucking good, and I haven’t even gotten my cock in you. It was like I was in your body, experiencing exactly what I was doing…or at least a part of me. Serious mind fuckery.”
“From the sound of it, you like mind-fuckery sex.”
“If we get to experience both sides of the sexual experience, I’m not going to be able to control myself, Blossoming Flower,” he warned as he pulled back just so I could see how dark his eyes were that swirled with so much lust, I swore he wanted to go again.
“Hold your horny horses,” I reasoned, which again sounded funny enough for me to giggle. “Okay. Maybe I need a time out cause I’m giggling far too much for my own sanity.”
“Probably because you’re happy to be alive, enjoy mind-fuckery sex, and are with me,” he said with far too much confidence -particularly at the last part.
