Page 91 of Cross My Heart
“Oh, there’s more for you, baby. You can have it all.”
Saint shifts us, moving so that I’m the one on top now, rising up out of the bubbles, straddling his lap. He returns to my breasts, licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh until I’m gasping, grinding on him, seeking out the hard ridge of his cock.
He groans.
“Need you,” I moan softly, dipping my head, biting down on his lower lip. “Inside me…Please…”
I reach down, fumbling with his soaked pants until Saint helps me undo his belt and zip, freeing his cock. The water moves, warm around us, bubbles clouding the surface as I position myself above him, and then sink down, slowly taking his hard length inside.
“Fuck, Tessa…”
Saint groans, gripping my hips tightly as I seat myself fully, clenching him all the way to the hilt.
Oh god.
It’s different like this. Deeper. More intense. And straddling Saint, facing him this time, I can see the burning heat in his gaze, and every ripple of fierce self-control that crosses his face.
“That’s right, baby,” he growls, as I tremble there above him, trying to adjust to the incredible stretch. “Take every inch of this cock like you own it. Show me what you need.”
I inhale a shuddering breath, and rise again, sinking back down on his cock in one swift motion. Friction shivers through me, hitting inside and out, so perfect, I toss my head back and whimper with pleasure. “Saint…” I moan, grinding deeper, rubbing against him as I start to move.
“You feel that?” Saint matches my rhythm, thrusting up, deep inside me as I ride him. “Feel how well you’re taking me, how perfectly we fit.”
He takes my palm and presses it to my lower abdomen, andfuck, I can feel the outline of his cock moving inside me, the pressure of our hands making the friction even more intense. “Ride it,” he groans, slipping his hand lower, so his fingertips brush my swollen clit. I mewl at the added sensation, but he doesn’t stop, just strokes again, toying with me, in time with every deep, thick thrust.
God, it’s so good.Too good. Already, I can feel my body tremble. Stuttering, my movements slow, overwhelmed. “Saint,” I whimper, gasping for air. Needing more but stranded here on the precipice. “Saint,please…”
“I’ve got you, darling. I’ve always got you.”
With a growl, Saint pistons his hips, thrusting up into me, hitting just right. “You need that extra inch, don’t you, sweetheart?” he groans, pumping faster. Gripping my hip to control my movements. Bouncing me on his thick cock. “You need it so fucking deep, you can’t take any more.”
“Yes!” I cry, clutching at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Every thick drag of his dick inside me is a miracle, the pleasure coiling tightly now, ready to explode.
“But it’s not quite enough now, is it?” Saint’s voice is thick with lust. “You want a little more…”
He bends his head to my breasts again, and sucks one nipple into his mouth. Hard. I yelp, as the pressure only intensifies.Too much. “Saint, please—Oh.”
He nips the stiff bud sharply as he thrusts up inside, andfuck, sensation shatters through me, a heady mix of pleasure edged with a sting of pain.
“You need both,” Saint growls, possessive, turning to my other breast. He grazes his teeth over the tender flesh, making me mewl. “We all do, darling. Nothing makes us feel more alive.”
He lands a stinging slap on my ass, then smooths over the wet, aching flesh. His fingers stray between my cheeks, caressing the taut flesh as I shudder and sob, lost to it now. Arching against him. Out of my goddamn mind.
“I’ll show you what pleasure truly means,” he vows. “We haven’t even scratched the surface. I’ll show youeverything.”
He rears into me, the head of his cock finding some sweet spot, deep in my inner walls. And then he grinds, relentless, as my body shudders in his lap. Over and over, he rubs me deep, playing my body like an instrument he owns, until there’s nothing I can do but let the wave break over me, swift and sweet.
“Saint!” I scream, climaxing with a howl. “Oh God, oh my God!”
The pleasure slams through me, but Saint doesn’t stop. He fucks me right through it in a frenzy, using my convulsing body for his pleasure as I come again, and again, screaming his name as I spasm around his cock.
“Tessa!” he sounds my name in a hoarse roar, rearing up one final time to impale himself deep; his body taken over by a shuddering climax as his mouth finds mine in a desperate kiss.
We cling together, wet and breathless, and fuck, I couldn’t move to save my own life. I’m liquid, melted into his arms, shaken by the intensity of the moment.
Because now I know that I’m not alone anymore.
We’re in this together.