I add pressure, suction. Her body responds even though she's not fully awake yet. Getting wet. I press my tongue to her opening, and her tight little hole tries to suck my tongue inside. I smirk.
"Saint—what—" She tries to get up, but I hold her down.
"Stay still."
Her confusion is entertaining. She's trying to process what's happening, but her body knows. It's already chasing the pleasure. Her nipples are hard against the silk, and I want to bite the peaks until she screams.
I settle for adding two fingers inside of her cunt before I go back to her clit.
The combination has her gasping, hands fisting in the sheets.
Her hips press into my face, and I can tell she’s close. “Saint,” her thighs wrap around my ears as she rides my face, and I smirk.
There she is.
I bite her clit softly and that’s all it takes.
She comes hard, clenching around my fingers, and I work her through it until she's oversensitive and squirming.
When I emerge, she's staring at me with wide eyes. Lips parted. Breathing hard. There’s a flush on her skin, and her breast are straining against the fabric of her dress.
Fuck, she's beautiful like this.
"Good morning," I say, wiping my mouth.
"What was that?"
"A wake-up call." I climb up her body, settle between her thighs. "Get on your hands and knees.”
"What?"
"You heard me. On your hands and knees. Now."
She hesitates for just a second, then complies. Rolls over, gets into position.
The sight of her like this—ass in the air, nightgown pushed up, waiting for me—does something to me.
I want her. Not just as a vessel for Antonio's heir.
I actually fucking want her. Her sweet cunt is so tight and wet, and when she’s fired up, she’s delicious.
I grip her hips, pull her back against me. "You did good. The intel was solid. We got in, opened the vault, left our calling card."
"Did you—" I draw a hand down her ass, her little puckered hole winks at me, and I wonder if she’ll let me shove a plug up there, and then my cock.
"Steal anything? No. Better. I killed one of Adrian's guards. Made it look like the Morozovs. Your brother's going to be pissed."
I’m already naked and eating her sweet pussy made me hard. I position myself at her entrance.
"Why didn't you come last night?"
"I was busy.” I push inside her, and fuck, she's wet from the orgasm, and this angle is tighter than our usual missionary. "Then I had to clean up. Dispose of evidence. By the time I finished, it was four in the morning."
I don't give her time to adjust. Just start moving, using her hips for leverage. Hard. Deep. Punishing.
She gasps, bracing against the headboard.
"This angle's different," I tell her, even though she can probably feel it. "Deeper."
