Page 26 of Saint

Shit.

She was toying with me. Getting her lick back for the way I’d teased her on the patio. It was far too late for games, especially considering I didn’t play those. I had no desire to return to bed alone. I was sleeping good tonight. The conclusion was forgone the moment she stepped between my legs. She wasn’t going anywhere else.

My hand flew to her neck, gently cupping it and lowering my head until my lips brushed hers. “What was that answer?” I asked, pulling her closer by the waist and pushing away the robe that covered her shoulders until it fell to the floor. My fingertips shifted to the straps of her nightgown, prepared to tug those down where they’d join the robe.

“Yes. The answer was mmmh.”

My lips covered hers before she could finish her response as my hands fell to her hips, dipping lower until I located the heat between her legs. She whimpered when I brushed against her drenched panties, widening her stance and allowing me access. My tongue slipped into her mouth, brushing against hers, dipping deeper, tasting everything that made her her. In tandem, my hands moved, slipping past the seat of her panties and stroking against her soaked outer lips.

“Saint,” she howled much like the wind violently begging for attention outside.

Pulling my fingers away from the storm taking place between her legs, I raised my hand to my lips while she looked on. That clear slipperiness coated my fingers, begging me to taste. With haste, I sucked her nectar from my digits, prompting a moan from her lips. She tasted like all the water I needed to get through the night.

In a fluid movement, she was lifted her over my shoulder. I moved to the stairs, carrying her to the bedroom as she squealed. As we journeyed up the stairs, I took my time palming her ass and discarding the thoroughly soaked panties that kept me from feeling her warmth.

“Saint?”

“Yeah, Beauty?” I asked, slowing my pace as my fingers reentered her heat from over my shoulder.

“Hurry up!” She fussed, squirming against my touch.

When we finally made it to the bedroom, I tossed her across the bed, vaguely remembering I didn’t have any condoms on me. I kneeled down to the floor, pulling her thighs until her pussy was flush with the edge of the bed. Gently brushing her clit with my nose, I inhaled her scent, committing it to memory.

“Saint!”

“Hmm, Beauty?”

Her pussy was a beauty, too. Bald and bare, it was obvious she took care of her kitty. Thick chocolate lips contained pink sweetness. Her swollen clit peeped through, and I imagined sucking it into my mouth. Freshly glazed like a donut, my mouth watered for a taste, a nibble, anything.

“Please, make me cum.”

Like an incantation had been muttered, I unleashed my tongue, sliding it across her center. Her thighs jerked and quivered as I devoured her like the starved man I was. She lifted her head to watch me in action with her mouth slightly parted and her eyes heavily lidded. I licked and slurped that pussy like it was my last meal.

Victoria grabbed a pillow, covering her face to hide the ecstasy it revealed. Biting down, she attempted to muffle whimpers and cries that couldn’t be helped if she tried.

“Let me see that pretty face, Beauty,” I urged, stopping only to remove the pillow.

Removing the obstruction revealed perfect white teeth digging into supple lips. Her eyes were squeezed tight as she panted against the flicks of my tongue. Clitoral stimulation was undoubtedly her weakness. It was guaranteed to drive her to her zenith.

Inserting a single finger inside her and then a second, I beckoned for her orgasm to rise against moans and sighs. I kissed behind her knees. I bit her thighs. I sucked against her clit, sending her into a fit of hysterics.

My fingers plunged deeper, harder, faster as my mouth went wild against her clit. And then her pussy talked back, fussing, gushing, jumping, and pulsing in my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I praised, watching the performance against her quivering thighs.

While she was splayed out across the bed, fighting to catch her breath, I left the room briefly, returning naked and sheathed in a condom. Victoria’s eyes bloomed at the sight of me, but she said nothing, simply scooting back on the bed until she was against the pillows.

She lifted her nightgown over her head, peeling away at the last bit of fabric between us. Completely naked, I combed over her body, taking in every curve, every striation, every bit that made Victoria her. She was breathtaking, from the mole on her left jowl to the piercing of her right nipple down to her blush-pink toes. She was a sight to behold.

With my left hand massaging my length, my right hand caressed her leg. Leisurely, I inched between her thighs, watching as she touched herself. The storm continued outside, livening the bedroom with its boisterousness and light, but as I lowered to connect with Victoria’s eager lips, it all played on the fringes of my mind like background noise.

“Put it in,” she insisted, rocking her hips and grinding against me.

We’d been kissing, grabbing, and moaning for several seconds as I delayed the intimate connection. With my hands guiding my length, I toyed with the tip at her entrance, enjoying how she squirmed with need. With my eyes trained down, I watched as she got wetter, forming a small puddle from that perfect storm. The intensity of her desire to feel me inside urged me on.

Exhausted from my teasing, Victoria thrusted upward with immaculate timing. She caught the head, swallowing me in that warmth. I groaned, slowly inching myself in. Not really stroking, I pushed until I was fully seated inside, and we both sighed.

Victoria wasn’t interested in waiting, however. Repeatedly, her walls clenched around me, encouraging the first stroke. Slowly, I slid out to the tip and stroked my way back in. Again and again, I repeated the movement, enjoying the way she whimpered and brushed her fingertips across my chest. She clenched harder, longer, and faster, forcing me to increase my rhythm. My movements built into a steady, slick harmony as our bodies collided as one. Again and again, I slowed and then sped up, never allowing her to catch her breath.