I drive my hips upwards again, the slap of skin filling the room as I fuck her tight pussy, showing no mercy and letting the wound-up coil of tension in me unleash as I give her everything I’ve got.
Her screams could be heard through the ages, and I’ve no doubt my name is echoing down the halls like a tortured prayer.
She slaps her hands to my shoulders, meeting each of my thrusts as her eyes glitter with unshed tears in the light. She bounces around in my lap, my jaw slackening as I feel my balls tightening. Those perfect tits bouncing in my face pull me into a trance. “Fuck, Saint. I’m going to—”
“Hold it.”
Her eyes widen. I know she can’t. She never has been able to. It’s a wicked game I liked to play with her.
She screws her face up as she tries to fight the inevitable. The way I’m hitting that spot and stroking her clit has sweat glistening over her skin, I know she’s close. My eyes cast down to watch where we meet.
“No, I’m gonna—”
“Keep it in for me, baby. I’ll tell you when to let go.”
Her breathing becomes ragged. “I can’t, I really—”
I miss what she says, too hypnotised as her slickness coats every inch of me, and I strum my thumb against her sensitive clit, causing her movements to falter. “I wish you could see what I do, how fucking perfect you are. This tight pussy taking me so well. Those curves. You are otherworldly at the end of my cock, beautiful.”
Picking up the pace, her nails scrape along my shoulders, and my palms dig to the point her skin bleaches beneath the pressure.
Her cries turn into desperate whimpers, an unintelligiblepleaseliquifying between them.
“Such a good girl, Indie. Look at how fucking well you’re taking it.”
“Saint!” she cries, the pitch in her voice sky high as her legs tremble like an earthquake, her claws sinking into my flesh as a rush of wetness soaks between us, and the fucking sight of itsends the heat roaring down my spine. I come inside her with an intensity I’ve never felt, a hoarse grunt leaving me as I drop my hips back into the seat.
Sweat trickles down my forehead, and I pant as I fight to gather the lost oxygen in my lungs. Indie drops her head to my shoulder, nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
“Why are you hiding?” I ask, rubbing my hand along the dip of her spine.
“I haven’t done that before,” she whispers, and the corners of my lips curl at the sides.
“I aim to make you do it again.”
“No!” she protests, but I can feel her smile against my neck.
“Why? That was hot as fuck.”
My heart pounds in my chest that there’s still firsts with each other. Still learning the other’s new ways. Every new moment with her, whether sexual or not, since she stormed back into my life has felt like the first time.
I’ll never give up any of them.
It’s been both a blessing, and a curse.
She pushes against me to sit, hair a wild mess as she shakes her head. I drag a hand through my hair. “Pass me the packet.”
An arched brow cocks as she looks at me, folding her arms under her chest, forcing her tits up higher, a hint of raspiness lingering in her voice. “All this time on earth, and you’ve yet to learn the word please.”
A deep laugh rumbles in my chest when she leans away from my stare, and I yank the cigarette and lighter out as I place it against my lips.
“Haven’tyoulearned it’s not in my vocabulary?” I puff the smoke to the side, watching her intently. She’s all wild hair and flushed cheeks, the most sublime creature to ever grace the earth.
“Seems to only make an appearance when you’re desperate.” She holds her hand out, and I give her the smoke, the sight of it forcing me back in time.
Back to when I first felt that addictive heat bestow an addiction on me I’d never get away from. It travelled through my body, welding an unbreakable connection to her soul. “Desperation leads to sin, Indie darling.”
She regards me with a devious look.
