“Promise I’ll make the wait worth it.”
She groaned again as he reached beyond her and shut off the cooling water. Then he kissed her neck, jaw, and cheek. “Don’t move,” he said before catching her earlobe between his teeth.
“Hurry.”
Saint left the shower to grab a fluffy towel from the rack. When he stepped back in, he wrapped Beth in it, drying her.
She gazed at him with lust-filled eyes and so much trust the entire time. The way she let him maneuver her, wash her, dry her, and touch her showed her trust, and that fucking slayed him.
“I love you,” she whispered as he swiped the towel down her hair, squeezing to wring the strands dry.
“I love you too, baby.” He did a quick, dirty dry-off with the damp towel, then hung it back on the rack. “After you,” he said, gesturing toward the open door to the bedroom.
Beth grinned and then walked ahead of him. “A free towel dry, and impeccable manners. Such a gentleman.”
He snorted. Nothing gentlemanly about the way he stared at her round ass while she walked. “On your stomach.”
Beth stopped at the foot of the bed and peered over her shoulder at him with a hungry gaze. “Yes, sir.” She winked and crawled up onto the bed, grabbing a pillow as she lay herself down, propped on her elbows. Her spine sloped to a dip at her lower back, then came the tempting swell of her ass. The time spent touching and teasing in the shower had him hard, but when combined with this visual, his cock leaked precum like a sieve.
He crawled up onto the bed and over Beth’s prone form. When he reached her ass, he nipped the firm globe, drawing a yip and a laugh from her. Then he kissed his way up her spine, paying attention to each vertebra.
“Saint.” She breathed heavily as he reached her neck and latched on with strong suction. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He rocked back, grabbing her hips along the way and pulling her onto all fours. Once he maneuvered himself between her spread legs, she turned her head, watching him with heavy-lidded, glassy eyes.
“So pretty,” he said, running a hand up her spine.
“So horny.”
He laughed. “I caught that.”
“So do something.”
“How about this?” He gripped his dick, placing it at her soaked opening, then thrust forward, not stopping until he bottomed out.
“Yesss.” Beth hissed. Her head dropped down as though too heavy to hold up. “I love it this way,” she whispered. “So deep.”
He gripped her hips as he pumped in and out of her. As always, the pleasure took his breath away and made him see stars, but tonight he needed more than release. He needed closeness. He needed even more connection than being inside her. He covered her body with his, wrapping an arm aroundher chest and kissing everywhere he could reach. Across her shoulders, her neck, her cheek.
Beth whimpered and pushed back on him every time his hips punched forward. Her breasts swayed as he fucked her with increasing force.
Once he had a solid hold on her, he reared back onto his knees, taking Beth with him. She gasped as the change of position drove him even deeper. “Oh God,” she said. He gripped the arm holding her up and wrapped her other arm around his neck. They moved as one, no longer furiously slamming together but rolling their hips.
She turned her head, offering her mouth, which he gladly took. Their lips met in a sloppy, unrefined kiss, more a desperate joining. Saint kept one hand banded across her chest, cupping her breast so he could play with her nipple. He used his other hand to reach for her clit, stroking with purpose.
Beth bucked in his arms, crying out into his mouth. Her pussy clamped down, milking him with strong pulses. He kissed her harder, worked her clit faster, and pinched her nipple until she tore her mouth away from his and let out a high-pitched moan as she came. Her body jerked and spasmed against him, clenching his dick in a rhythmic pattern. Whenever he saw or felt her come, he was helpless to last another second himself. He pressed his dick deep inside her and sucked on her neck as he filled her with his cum.
His body quivered, out of his control for long seconds, until he blinked and found Beth’s head resting back on his shoulder as she watched him with sleepy eyes.
He cupped her chin and kissed her. The angle was still awkward, but who gave a fuck? All he wanted was more. He kissed her once, then again. “I love you,” he said before kissing her again. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I fucking love you.” One more kiss. “You understand what that means?”
Dazed, she nodded. “It means I’m never getting away from you, and that makes me the luckiest woman in the world.”
He kissed her once more for good measure, and this time it turned into a languid makeout session and eventually another round of sex that left them sated, exhausted, and happy.
Tomorrow, the world would come crashing back.
But tonight, they had this.
