“Thank fuck.” He groaned, replacing his cock with two fingers, moving them in and out slowly.
“Saint,” I breathed, impatience clear in my tone.
“Not yet.” He nuzzled my neck as he continued his slow, delicious torment, his damp chest pressed to my back, sealed by our perspiration.
“Please,” I pushed back against his fingers, the trampoline rocking my body in a gentle sway.
He responded by adding a third finger and I felt the stretch, the sting. My body tensed involuntarily, my muscles squeezing around his fingers as he guided me up that prism of need.
“Just relax, baby,” he said softly. “I need to prepare you to take my cock.” Then he started to thrust his fingers in and out again, gently stretching them as he did until the slight discomfort gave way to a delicious burn. Like a dying ember given a spurt of fuel, my earlier orgasm sprang to life, slowly building. I didn’t last long. He pressed his thumb to my clit and my climax seared through every nerve like blazing tornado obliterating all my thoughts except how good I felt.
I shuddered and hummed, my body light, floating. Saint didn’t allow my high to subside. He pressed his huge cock at my opening, and I groaned my welcome.
“Spread your knees wider,” he rasped against my neck. I did as he asked. “Let me in, baby.”
And I did. It one utterly pervasive slide, Saint entered me all the way to the hilt. I gasped against the intrusion, feeling the burning stretch of his cock. The quick sting before pleasure took over, a sweet decadent euphoria settled over me.
“Oh God.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it,” he sucked on my earlobe.
“Hmm,” I moaned, the feeling of being so full of him was incredible, indescribable.
“I’m being gentle with you because it’s your first time, Snow. It won’t always be like this.” I clenched in response and a guttural roar filled my ear. “Don’t. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here. I’ve waited an eternity to claim this pussy,” he hissed.
“You did, now fuck it, Mr Sinclair,” my tone reeked of cheeky authority.
He chuckled. “Then hang on, little girl, while I fuck you senseless. And he did. Gripping my hips, he leaned back and thrust into me. His strokes, hard and fast, leaving me gasping for air. The bounce on the trampoline fueling his pistoning pace. I grabbed onto the rim of the stiff fabric, holding on as Saint possessed me, mind, body and soul. My second orgasm gave me no warning, blasting through me and I cried out, clenching hard around Saint.
Stopping, he pulled out, flipped me over and crawling up my body, he slid his cock between my breasts, riding them. “Open your mouth and suck my head,” he demanded, pressing my breasts together and tightening the channel for his cock. Each time he moved up, I sucked him. “Jesus, Levana, it’s heaven between your lips and hell between your legs, and fuck, if I know whether I’m an angel or sinner, right now. Either way, I’ll worship you into eternity if I could,” he growled as he slipped back down my body, hooked his arms under my thighs, lifted and entered me in one quick thrust.
He moved harder and faster. The soft sucking sounds of wet flesh, permeating the serene air around us. He didn’t last long. Fucking me into another intense orgasm, he found his release, filling me with thick warm cum and leaving me breathless.
Saint lay still over me, his head tucked into the crease of my shoulder and neck, breathing hard and fast. Even though I loved what we’d just done, I wondered what my mother would think about my first lover. So much for her belief it would be some inexperienced geek with an oiled centre part and an overbite.
Her words, not mine.
I grinned then, unconsciously wondering what my dad would think of me sleeping with a man twice my age, my teacher and worse, his friend.
“I’m going to hell,” I mumbled before I could stop myself.
“Welcome home, baby, cause I’m already there.” Saint chuckled, lifting his body from mine to stare down at me. He kissed my cheek and I offered him my lips.
“No kissing,” he stated, a little brusquely. Given what we’d just done, I found that strange. He noticed my curious look and sighed. “Don’t ask. Just trust me, okay?”
I accepted Saint was a mysterious man, hence the push and pull between us. He had his reasons for everything and while I longed to question him, I just nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Come on.” He climbed off the trampoline, gathered our clothes which he gave me to hold then scooped me up into his arms and carried me all the way to my bathroom.
We’d just finish and intense shower and more fucking when I heard my father call out, “Levana! We’re back, sweetheart.”
“Oh, shit,” I looked at Saint, standing naked in my bedroom except for a towel tucked around his waist. “He can’t find you in here.” I snuck a peek out my bedroom door and I could hear dad mounting the stairs.
Saint came up behind me and nuzzled my ear. “I’ll just stay in here.”
I smacked his chest, shooing him away and gestured that my father was right outside the door. Grabbing my robe, I pulled it on and walked out onto the landing. “Hey, dad, how was the trip,” I heard the tell-tale nerves in my voice. God, I’d make a terrible actress.
“Good thanks, Crazy bunch, but you already know that,” he replied as Eliana came up the stairs. “What did you get up to?” He leaned his butt against the glass railing and folded his arms. Could he not do this right now? Shit.
