He pounced forward, crawling up her body until his hips nestled between hers. She tilted her pelvis as she reached between their bodies. “Allow me. You’re taking too long.”
He leaned over until their lips were an inch apart. “Knock yourself out. It’s your dick now.”
Her heart skipped a fucking beat.Did he mean he wanted more than sex?No, of course not. It’d never work. He just meant for the night.
So she’d better make the most of her time.
As he kissed her, she guided his cock to her entrance. Saint needed no instruction. He thrust forward into her with slow but steady pressure. Her body yielded to him at once as though he belonged there, as though they’d done this a hundred times.
He ripped his mouth away, then rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus-fucking-Christ, you’re tight. I can barely breathe. Good?”
“Yes. So good. It feels…”Right. So incredibly right.
“Full?”
“Fuck yes. You fill me perfectly.”
His eyes flared, and he groaned. “Fucking perfect.” Then he kicked into gear, drawing his hips back and snapping forward again. Beth locked her ankles at the base of his spine and wrapped her arms around his upper back, clinging to him as he fucked her with powerful rolls of his hips.
Every thrust hurtled her closer to an explosive finish, rushing at her way too quickly. She wanted to stay here, suspended in this high for as long as possible, where nothing mattered but her and Saint.
But he apparently had other ideas.
“I want to be deeper,” he ground out, voice deep and sensual. He slipped an arm under her thigh, hiking her leg onto his shoulder. The new position spread her impossibly wide and allowed him to get closer, deeper. So deep she could practically feel him in on a cellular level.
“Saint…” She whined and gasped, trying to stay in the moment when her mind felt fuzzy with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, can you feel how deep I am?” He pressed a hand to her lower belly as he fucked her like a man possessed.
“Yes, yes. It’s never been like this.” She gripped the sheets for dear life, feeling like she’d fly straight to heaven without the anchor.
“Jesus, you take me so good. This pussy was made for me, Beth. Made for fucking me.”
“Yes!”
“You’re fuckingminenow, Beth. Your tits, your pussy, your gorgeous body. It’s all fuckingmine.”
God, she wanted that so much. To belong to him. To be owned by him. He’d never take advantage. Never make her feel afraid or constrained.
He stared down at her as he fucked her, muscles bulging with effort. Sweat trickled over his pecs and stomach. His dark hair flopped in front of his eyes, and his mouth twisted in a sexy snarl.
The raunchy, possessive words combined with the intense visuals and extreme pleasure was too much. The orgasm rushed at her like a charging bull. “Oh God,” she cried, arching her back. “I’m gonna come. Saint, I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me.”
“Kiss me. Kiss me while I come.”
He growled, actually fucking growled as he bent forward, sealing his lips to hers. His knee was at her ear, with her legs stretched so far apart she’d probably be sore later, but now she felt nothing but joy.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same time he thrust his hips. The new position had his pelvis grinding against her clit.
The orgasm slammed into her with supersonic force. She threw her arms around his back and slammed her eyes shut, holding on for dear life when wave after wave of pleasure undulated through her. Two seconds later, Saint shouted against her mouth as he stiffened in her arms.
Their hearts slammed against each other as they trembled through their climaxes.
She clung to him, riding the delicious sensations until their bodies calmed.
“Holy fuck,” Saint eventually whispered. He shifted his arm, and her leg flopped onto the bed.
