Saint’s grin turned lascivious. “Don’t mind if I do.” He kissed his way from her mouth, down her throat, to her chest, where he cupped her left breast, plumping it.
She arched with a gasp from the simple feel of him holding her. And then came his mouth, and she nearly lost her mind. He licked across her nipple, drawing a harsh gasp from her, then pulled it into his hot mouth with strong suction.
“Oh God.” Her head pushed into the pillow as she arched into him for more. She wrapped her ankles around his back and pressed her pelvis against his as her hands went to his hair. The soft strands tickled her fingers. Incredible sensations came at her from all angles, overwhelming her senses and stealing all rational thought.
He sucked hard, sending sharp pleasure from her nipple to her clit. Beth gripped his hair for dear life, oblivious to whether it hurt, but he didn’t complain. When he had her squirming and panting, he kissed across her chest to the other breast, treating it to the same voracious treatment. This time, as he sucked, licked, and nipped, he pulled her panties down. They got trapped around her calves, but she widened her knees to make room for him.
Without releasing her tit, he slid two fingers inside her, immediately curling them to find the spot that had driven her wild the other night. Beth bucked and shouted.
A dark chuckle rumbled in Saint’s chest as he clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shh,” he soothed around her breast.
“Sorry,” she mumbled against his palm. “It’s just so go… oh shit.”
He gently raked his teeth over her nipple as he finger-fucked her, making her see stars.
“Sadist,” she managed, panting.
Saint sent another evil laugh floating into the room.
“Saint…” She couldn’t think beyond the waves of pleasure originating beneath his hands and mouth. “Please…now.”
He lifted his head, fingers still working inside her, and the white-hot yearning nearly had her coming right then. “I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock yet?”
“What?” she scowled at him. “I’m ready.”
His lips curved while he pressed his thumb to her clit.
Beth flopped back on the pillow, breathless. “Now you’re just being mean.”
He kissed her quickly, once. Then again, longer and sweeter, slowing his hand inside her. “I like you like this,” he whispered. “Hungry, desperate for me.”
“Yes.” She craned her neck, chasing his lips for another kiss, which he granted. She felt drugged, out of her mind. He overwhelmed all her senses until nothing existed but Saint.
His intoxicating taste.
His spicy, leather scent.
The whispered murmurs and curses.
His gorgeous face and body.
And the way his hands and mouth brought her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced with a man.
This time, when he broke the kiss, she whimpered.
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” he whispered as he rose on his knees. The hand inside her disappeared, only to end up on his zipper.
Beth pushed up onto her elbows. No way was she willing to miss a second of the show. Their gazes met as he flicked the button open, then lowered the zipper. One of his dark eyebrows arched as if to say,‘keep going?’
Beth nodded, licking her lips. She’d had that cock in her mouth and still ached to see the reveal.
He backed up until he could step off the bed, then, slowly, to torture her, of course, lowered the jeans and his boxer briefs while watching for her reaction the entire time. She almost forgot to look down, lost in a sea of rippling abs and gorgeous inked artwork. But as she followed the roots of a tree down his side and over his hip, her attention went to his rigid cock where it jutted from his body. Long, thick, and reddened with need. A bead of precum dotted the tip, and had her licking her lips.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper snapped her attention upward. Her pussy clenched as he tore it open. Only a few more seconds and he’d be inside her.
As he rolled the condom down his length, Beth stared. She drew her heels up, bending and widening her knees.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “So fucking sexy.”
