Page 71 of Pick Six
She does as I ask, and I reward her with a slide of my tongue over her clit. Making good on the promise I’d given her earlier about tasting her again. A soft gasp and the arch of her back answering my touch, before I take her with rougher strokes of my tongue. I’ve never wanted this so much, so often, as I do with her. But the way she writhes underneath me and whimpers my name when I do it, the way she tastes, I can hardly fucking stand days when I don’t get her like this. There’s only one thing that rivals how much I enjoy it, and I need it again too. The reminder that I’m the one she needs.
“I’m gonna take you to the edge, Saint. But I don’t want you to come. Not until I’m inside you. I want to feel when you come for me. I need you to soak my face and my cock tonight, you think you can do that for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her fingers twisting around the comforter as I lick her long and slow. I tease her for a while longer, before I take my pace faster, watching her as she pants and writhes under my touch. Until she calls out how close she is, and I stop. She whimpers but then her eyes open, and she watches me while I get a condom.
Her eyes drop to my cock while I roll it on, eating up every inch of my skin like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. I’m used to women liking the way I look, staring occasionally, or telling me how good my cock is. But the way she watches me, the way she looks at me like I’m a god, makes me feel like I’m made for her. Like I’d do anything to keep that look on her face.
A moment later and I’m on the bed again, settled between her legs before I lean in to kiss her again. The medallion I wear, falls down between us and slides over her skin as I bend to trail my tongue over her chest, kissing her when I reach the end of her breastbone.
“Fuck me, please. I need you,” she sighs, her fingers brushing through my hair.
It’s all I need to hear from her because as well as she listens to me, I’m at her mercy.
I try to fuck her slowly and take my time, but she begs me for more and faster, pleading with me to give her everything. She’s panting and breathing hard, rocking her hips to try to bring us both to the edge faster when I stop her, slowing my own pace to nearly nothing.
I lean down and kiss her, cradling her jaw with my hand as I study her face. Her eyes open to take me in.
“I’m not pretending with you anymore. I want you, nothing fake anymore. I want you to be mine.”
Her eyes go soft, and she studies me with an intensity I haven’t seen her do before.
“What happened to fake with occasional benefits?”
“It sounded good at the time. Before I realized I can’t do fake with you.”
She smiles at me. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask her skeptically.
“Yes?” she says like that’s better.
“Yes?” I repeat.
“What do you want me to say, Alex?”
I smirk at her and then slide inside her. “Mine.”
“Fuck,” a desperate moan comes from her as she takes me deeper. “Yours.”
“No, Saint.Mine.” I slide out of her and back in one more time, raising my brow and leaning over to nip her lower lip before I pull back to look at her again.
She looks at me, puzzling for a second and then a knowing look spreads over her face, her lips curling in recognition. She grabs the end of the chain and pulls until my lips are painfully close to her lush pink ones without letting them touch.
“Mine,” she grins and then kisses me.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.” I kiss her back and start to fuck her in earnest, taking her deeper than I did before. “Again, Saint.”
“Mine.”
“Louder.’’
“Mine, you’re fucking mine, Alex,” she gasps as I start to fuck her harder, bringing us both close.
“And you’re mine.” I kiss her one last time and then put all my focus on her, watching her while I bring her closer to the edge until she falls over it. She curses as she comes hard on my cock, and I can feel her as she does, taking me with her. I come hard, blindingly so, like she’s taken a part of my soul in the process.
I collapse next to her a moment later, still trying to catch my breath and she rolls over on her side, kissing my shoulder.
“I don’t deserve you.” The way she looks at me, with adoration in her eyes has my heart pounding in my chest faster when it should be slowing. But the soft tone of her voice, the gentle touch of her fingers—I want to drown in the way she makes me feel.
