“I don’t want gentle.” Her hands tug at my shirt. “I want you.”
I pull my shirt over my head, toss it somewhere behind us. She bites her lip again, and this time I growl.
“No more biting that lip unless you want me between your thighs in the next thirty seconds.”
She lets go. Smiles. “I’m counting.”
That’s it.
My mouth crashes into hers. My hands grip her thighs, dragging her forward until her heat meets the ache I’ve had since I first saw her in that damn shirt.
She’s already wet. Already ready. And I’m barely holding it together.
I break the kiss, panting.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Then don’t.”
“You’re too fucking tempting.”
“Then take what’s already yours.”
Her words are gasoline. I kiss down her neck, her chest, until she’s arching off the counter.
“Saint,” she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “Every inch of you.”
I slide my hands up her thighs. Her skin is smooth, warm under my palms, and I spread her legs wider, stepping closer. My fingers trace the edge of her panties, feeling the damp fabric clinging to her.
She whimpers softly, her hips shifting toward me. I hook my thumbs into the waistband and yank them down, letting them drop to the floor. Now she's bare, her pussy glistening, lips swollen and inviting. I run a finger along her slit, parting her folds, and she bucks against my hand.
"Saint, please," she breathes, her voice husky with need.
I circle her clit with my thumb, slow and teasing, watching her face contort in pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut, mouth parting on a moan. I dip lower, sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. She's so tight, so wet, it takes everything not to thrust into her right then.
"You feel that?" I murmur against her ear, pumping my fingers deeper. "This is just the start. I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight."
She nods frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders. I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her juices coat my hand, dripping down my wrist as I work her harder, faster. Her breaths come in short gasps, body trembling on the edge.
But I pull back, denying her the release. She whines in protest, eyes snapping open to glare at me.
"Not yet," I say, smirking. "I want to taste you first."
I drop to my knees between her legs, gripping her ass to pull her to the counter's edge. My mouth finds her inner thigh, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin, inching closer to her core. She threads her fingers through my hair, urging me on.
When my tongue finally laps at her pussy, flat and broad, she arches with a sharp inhale.
I devour her, sucking her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her taste floods me.
Sweet, musky, addictive.
I thrust my tongue inside her, mimicking what my cock will do soon, while my fingers pinch and roll her clit.
"Oh god, yes," she moans, grinding against my face.
Her thighs quake around my head, and I hold her steady, unrelenting. I slide one hand up her body, reaching for her breasts. Her nipples are hard peaks, begging for attention. I pinch one, twisting gently, and she shudders, her pussy fluttering against my tongue.
