“So fucking responsive to me, baby. Has she missed me?”
Just as she opens her mouth to answer, I slide two fingers inside her, sucking on her clit, making her cry fold in on itself in her answer. “Yes…oh fuck, Saint.”
She really has made me a ravenous man; I devour her, her moans filling the room as her head falls back onto the pillow, dark hair fanning over the white material.
My fingers curl inside her, finding that sweet spot that’s got her thighs trembling in my hold. When her back bows, pussy gripping my fingers, I get to taste her orgasm as it rolls over my tongue.
I give her pussy a slap to make her cry out for me again, crawling up her body to find her eyes unfocused as she fights her high.
I really want to drag it out, seeing how many times I can entice the stars behind her eyes, but the only thing that rouses a sliver of impatience in me is having her after all these years, especially when she’s trembling beneath my touch.
I’ll selfishly grab this opportunity with both hands, because she’s never getting away from me again.
I’ll have all the time in the world to torture her.
My lips find hers, her feverish kisses taking over, and I know she can taste herself when she moans into my mouth, the erotic sound hardening my dick to the point it aches to be inside her.
Her hips lift off the bed, and I know she’s trying to get my cock inside her, consumed by the same impatience that’s now fucking eating me alive.
And as much as I want to fuck her senseless, to the point she can’t string a coherent sentence together, the slightest bit of clarity takes over.
The burning question in my mind that I need to eradicate once and for all with her response.
“This is the one and only time I’ll give you an option, darling.” I brush the hair away from her face. “Do you want to be the one to control this?” Leaning down, I place kisses along her neck, her body shuddering each time I get closer to her ear. “Or do you want to surrender entirely to me?”
I’ve been holding back with her, allowing the control to slip just enough to not catapult into our old ways, but I know nothing else when it comes to her.
I need to know she’s truly ready for it.
The pad of her finger glides along my jawline, and she stares up at me with those big fucking blue eyes, and the longer I fall into her trance, the more of my tattered soul she paws at.
“You don’t break promises, Saint. I want your wrath.”
I kiss her harshly, bruising our lips with the force I hold her to me. Pulling back just enough so she can see my smirk, I say, “On your stomach.”
She smiles against our kiss, rolling without a hint of hesitation.
I nudge her legs apart with my knees, reaching down to run my knuckles over her pussy. She’s absolutely soaked, and I glide it all over her, coating her with my fingers.
She moans, lifting her hips again as I massage her clit, teasing it with my thumb as her breathing picks up again. “Saint.”
Placing a kiss between her shoulder blades, I leisurely work my tongue all the way up the side of her neck, whispering when I reach her ear, “You’re saying a whole lot of my name, baby, but not what you want. Use your words.”
Fisting my dick, I guide it along her slit as her breathing grows harsher, the warmth causing my jaw to flex. “Please. Please fuck me, Saint.”
Tilting my hips back, I line the head of my cock with her entrance, nudging it in until it disappears, and Christ does it make my lungs shudder.
“All you had to do was ask.”
I fully sink into her, and my eyes slowly close.
Fuck, this feels like coming home.
The only heaven I’ll ever see is within her.
She looks over her shoulder at me with her head dipped, revealing heavy eyes infused with the same intoxication I’m under.
One of my hands slides over hers as she intertwines our fingers. The other reaches around her neck, cupping her jaw as I kiss her.
