“That’s the spirit.” The small smile he gives me has me moaning around him. His pleasure is almost as good as being the one to please him.
I might be obsessed with breaking him open. This is a sure-fire way to crack his armor. Take a little control back.
So when he pushes again, I swallow and panic a little before he adjusts me again. “Through your nose.”
After a second, I relax, and I can suddenly breathe. It’s shallow, but I’m not suffocating. My hand relaxes on Saint’s thigh.
Then he starts to move, thrusting down my throat in a slow, smooth cadence. His jaw clenches, holding back to be gentle with me. My hum sends a tremble through him that delights me.
Who knew I would like this? I didn’t. But I do.
More.
I push up the hem of his shirt and get the sweet touch of his hot skin.
Saint pulls his shirt up, exposing solid ab muscles covered in tawny skin and dark hair. He’s solid and sexy, and the way his stomach flexes as he plunges himself down my throat is so fucking hot.
This man is pure magnetism.
And the nearly silent noises he makes, the way his breath rolls in waves, how his grip tightens…it all drives me. I want to make him come.
Tears gather, and he grows blurry, but I don’t want to miss any of it.
When he suddenly pulls free, I scramble to get ahold of him again.
“Patience.” The low rumble of his command sends a shiver through me.
Saint sits, spreading his knees as an invitation, and I crawl between them, taking hold of his shaft as I pull his head back between my lips.
“Fuck, wife. I like you eager to please.” The mix of stern and soft is heady. Addictive.
I want to make him feel good. Repay him for everything he’s doing for me. The fact that he’s not pushing me. Expecting anything from me. It makes this all the better.
His touch returns, kind and caring, keeping my hair from my face as I explore every inch of him I have access to.
He reclines like he has all day for me to touch, lick, kiss, and nibble him. The heat in his gaze confirms it.
I take as much of him in as I can and suck hard. The groan it tears out of him thrills me. Sucking and swirling my tongue, I learn every vein and ridge of him, stroking him with my hand as I explore his length.
And when Saint gets serious, he pulls my hair back into a ponytail, and he keeps me at bay for long enough that I’m looking up to him for direction.
“I’m going to use you to make myself come. If it gets too rough, just tap me to stop, okay?”
I nod, my breath catching. It frightens me a little to give up complete control, but Saint doesn’t scare me. My instincts don’t scream danger. I trust him not to hurt me.
It’s novel, but I want to enjoy it while I have it.
“Open.”
I obey, stilling as he works me down his shaft. His long thrusts build, arm and abs flexing.
“There you are. Yeah, I like that. You like taking me?”
My hum is my answer. I do like it.
“My innocent little wife turns out to be one horny little minx.” He slides down my throat, nudging me in small movements, spilling more tears down my cheeks.
When his brows furrow, his mouth parts, and that heat ratchets up between us. God, yes, I want to make him come.
