Page 27 of My Puckin' Luck
Fighting for control of my manhood before I release my load, I lift her and lay her down gently on the tile at the edge of the pool.
“Need a taste of you. Lift up.” She obeys the rough command. I tear down the sexy red panties, finally in view of a heavenly sight before me—her neatly trimmed glistening core waiting for me. My eyes trail up her body, appreciating every inch of her, to the red lacy peaks. “Beautiful. Take off your bra, too.”
When her nimble fingers unhook the front clasp, her ample breasts tumble free of the fabric. I groan, watching her dusky nipples harden in the cool night air.
“Play with those. I want to watch.” I lick my lips and head in between her legs. “Gonna lose myself right here. Smothering between your thighs.”
Bending over the edge of the pool, settling her legs over my shoulders, I kiss her outer lips, my eyes never straying from the way she caresses her breasts.
The scent of her surrounds me. Subtle, pure honey with a hint of Vanilla Bean Essence. “Been using my favorite soap in the guest shower?”
“Yes. I’ll replace what I use.”
“Nope. I’ll buy it for you. This is your signature scent now. Need you smelling this way always. Like nectar from the gods.” My fingers slide through her wet folds until I find the treasure hidden within. I take a taste, suckling at her clit lightly, and growl. I’m going to need more of her. Daily. With tongue twirling, I coax her clit to a hard pebble.
“Mm. Saint.” One of her hands trails down, fingers sliding through my hair.
“It’s private here, angel. Feel free to shout my name when the spirit moves you. The louder, the better.” I stroke my fingers into her wet center, one slipping in easily, three a stretch. I keep my smile to myself. How tight a fit she’ll be for me.
“Saint, more. Faster.” She arches her back. I do the opposite. Slow my fingers, dragging through her walls on purpose. I flatten my tongue in a drawl across her clit. “Oh, you devil.”
“Always, angel. Now lay there like a good girl while I lick you real nice.” The tip of my tongue flicks, my fingers twitch inside, every move calculating and precise, measuring each response, moan, and cry of my name.
Fighting for air between her thighs, I don’t care and stay exactly where I am, pursuing and pleasing, giving her what she needs. While my cock is so enraged, he grinds against the hard wall of the pool.
“Saint, please,” she begs on a cry. I have one job to do and I’ll see it to the finish. Both of her hands clutch my head, giving her leverage to grind herself against me.
“That’s it baby, ride my face until you break.”
“Oh, yes. Almost there. More.” Her breathing comes in soft pants until all the tension inside of her snaps. “Saint!”
Her body clenches around me. I don’t dare stop, giving her the freedom to writhe and contort, until she finally comes on my tongue. Wave after wave of sweet honey pours from her, in a taste I’ll never forget as I lap up every drop.
A ripple so raw washes over her body from breasts to thighs, and I’m privy to the view, right here, front and center for the action. I memorize every sound, taste, and move she makes, praying this won’t be the last time I get the pleasure of her.
My angry cock gets greedy, wants to push the limits right now. Take her body and run to bed and see how fast she’ll go. He needs to back the fuck off. I’ve done that with other women for far too long. Following a slower pace with Anastasia would be a good change. I’m in no hurry now that we’re here.
“Oh, Saint. I didn’t expect—What just happened?” She asks on a sigh, in a husky voice.
“The greatest moment between a woman’s legs I’ve had in a long time. Come here.” I lift her back into the pool.
“Don’t drop me,” she warns, shaking in my arms.
“I would never.” I carry her with me, further in, deeper, until I can stand with the water at my shoulders. We adjust, her legs wrapping around my middle as I hold her tightly. To some imaginary music, I sway with her in my arms.
Her voice just above a whisper, she says, “This is nice, just the two of us under the stars.”
“I’d like more nights like this with you, if you’re open to it.” If the past week has proven anything, it’s that I’ve been alone far too long. As if I didn’t realize how much I craved the company of someone special.
She puts space between our heads, studying me intensely again. “If you really want me, just…be gentle with my heart. If you break it, I don’t know if this angel will have strong enough wings to fly again.”
“I’ve got you. I’ll never let you fall down.” That’s a promise I’ll keep.
14
OUR LUCKY NIGHT
ANASTASIA
