Page 66 of Pick Six
It feels so fucking good, so full andso perfect.I take a breath and it spreads the full feeling through my whole body, making me want more. I roll my hips and the friction it gives me as he slides out and back in again threatens to give me what I want almost immediately.
“I know you joked about it, but fuck…”
“Deeper and fuller than you’ve ever had it?” he asks, a self-satisfied grin spreading over his face.
“Yes. Start slow… but then I want all of you. Hard and fast. Okay?”
“Anything you want.” He flashes a grin in response, pressing a kiss to my lips. He takes the instruction perfectly, starting to fuck me in slow shallow thrusts and then pulling back until he gets deeper and harder.
“Jesus fuck you feel so perfect, Saint. The way you’re taking me and soaking my cock like this. Fuck, you’re a good girl… Taking me so well,” he mutters the words as he picks up his pace.
“It’s not gonna take much more. I… it’s been a bit and after watching you all night…You just feel too good,” I confess.
“Christ, Saint. You talk like that, andIwon’t last.” He leans down to kiss me and then he takes me faster. I lift my hips to take him deeper and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck where his shoulders meet and I can feel his muscles flex as he fucks me.
He feels so good and looks so perfect like this, I almost feel like all the misery I’ve been through in the past year has been worth it if this is the reward I get for patience.
I barely last another minute before I start to come. It’s like tiny pulses at first that set my skin and nerves on fire, the kind that threatens to consume me, and then it blooms with an afterburn that makes me feel like I could melt in its wake. I bite my lip when I start to cry out and his eyes darken as they meet mine.
“Let me have it,” he warns, and I curse as he gives me one last aftershock of pleasure so good that I’m fairly certain the neighbors are going to have an entirely new opinion of the quiet divorced girl next door after this.
He comes a second later, hard and fast, like he’s almost surprised by how intensely it hit him. He buries his face into my neck as he groans out the last of it, and the vibrations send a sweet sort of tickle down over my skin right to my shoulder that makes me grin.
He stays that way for a moment and then lifts himself to pull out of me. The outline of him against the light in the hallway highlights every perfect angle of his body and the fangirl flutters rise in my chest again at seeing him.
“Don’t look at me like that, Saint. I need a fucking breather first,” he teases me before he goes to the bathroom for a moment to get rid of the condom.
A minute later and he’s at my side again, kissing his way down my throat.
“I need to clean up so I can get dressed,” I whisper, suddenly self-conscious about how sweaty and gross I probably am now. How I’m going to pull my hair and the rest of me together to go to a VIP party at Tobias’s place, I have no idea.
“Okay but give me a minute first.” He wraps a hand around my middle and pulls me close. “That was so fucking good. I think I’m going to be addicted to you, Saint.”
I roll over and kiss his shoulder before I duck my head under his chin, sliding my hand down over his chest and tracing the edge of one of his tattoos.
“I think I already am,” I admit it before I can stop myself and then cringe when I realize I’ve probably said too much. “I’m not really good at this. That’s why I need the practice, I guess.”
His lips brush over my temple before he talks again.
“You are fucking amazing, but I told you I will give you any and all the practice you want.”
I reach up and kiss him one more time, and his fingers thread through my hair as he kisses me back.
“I’m gonna take a shower real quick. And then try to get ready super-fast so we can leave.”
“Want help?”
“Ha. No, because then we definitely won’t make it there tonight.”
By the time I get out and dry my hair, he’s cleaned up and dressed. He looks like he walked off the cover of a magazine, and I run through everything in my closet twice trying to figure out what to wear. I finally settle on a short black dress.
“You have a bikini?”
“Yeah?” I ask confused.
“Bring it with you.”
“Isn’t it a little late for swimming?”
