“And what about Holly and—”
“They’ll be fine. We’ve done our duties.”
Hand in hand, we rushed away. Excitement flowed throughout my body. This would not only be a new adventure for my best friend as she began her marriage, but I would finally step into love, doing my best to not drown in fear.
Chapter 18
Christmas Eve
We made it to his villa in minutes. His was similar to mine with the exception of the fireplace across the room from the bed.
Saint had me out of my gown in seconds. As he devoured my lips, I yanked off his jacket, rushed through those buttons, and snatched the shirt off. We were frantic with our caresses. Licking and sucking on whatever came close to our mouths. I couldn’t get enough of him, and neither he of me.
He struggled with my bra. Once he wrenched it off, his mouth was back on mine. Our lips grew greedy, devouring each other.
Right as I was going to take off my panties. He shoved my hands away, picked me up, and carried me over to the couch. Stunned, I started to speak, but he captured my mouth.
A groan left me.
My lips trembled as he angled his head, and those sensual lips devoured mine again, eliciting sweet sensations that rushed through my veins. He trailed more soft, hot kisses down my neck. I went wet with arousal.
He rose and pierced me with a lusty gaze. “Finally you’re mine.”
Breathless, I gaped at him.
“But all those years of waiting will be worth it.” He undid his belt and opened his pants. “Every month, week, day, and night, I obsessed over you. When I worked, your face hit my mind. When I sat on my couch at home, watching tv, you were on the screen, not the show or movie I should have been focused on. When I was asleep, I dreamed of you.”
My chest rose and fell.
“Do I sound like a mad man, Ivy?”
I whispered, “No.”
“It doesn’t matter if you think so or not.” He pulled his cock out. “You’re mine now. And there will be no turning around after this.”
My heart pounded in my chest. “Is that right?”
He leaned down and touched my lips with his fingers. Slowly, he trailed a line along my bottom lip. “That’s right.”
I opened my mouth and sucked in the tip.
He groaned and pulled his finger away.
I was about to protest until he swept his fingertips over my nipples. Instantly, they stiffened to aching points. His hands were tender, yet possessive. Gentle, but bewitching my senses at the same time.
A cry of hunger ripped from my throat.
Again, he captured my mouth. Consuming me. Feeding my desire, but never satiating it. It just made me hungrier. Needier. And the whole time, he toyed with my nipples. Playing me. Teaching me about my own body. Showing me how lonely I’d really been all this time. My skin burned deliciously from his touch.
With an urgency I’d never known, I hurried with taking off my panties. I craved his cock inside of me. And there it was, bobbing, thick, and hard against my stomach, teasing me. Telling me that it was coming soon, but not just yet.
I weaved my fingers through his hair. The smell of his cologne, now familiar, comforting me, putting me at ease, and turning me on all at the same time. His soft lips licked, kissed, and teased my neck. “Do you like this?”
I whimpered, “Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
“Please?” He nipped at my lip and rose. “I should have pity, but my cock is upset.”
I widened my eyes. “What did I do to it?”
“You made us wait for too long.”
“Saint, I’ve been trying to fuck you since I got here. You’re the one that started with the ultimatums.”
“And what about this past year? Not answering my phone calls—”
“Clearly, I’m going to change. We’re. . .”
“Say it.”
“Different.”
He shook his head. “No. Say it, Ivy.”
I swallowed. “We’re together.”
A wicked grin spread across his handsome face. “My cock wants to make sure you will behave this new year.”
“I will.”
“Hmmm.” He stroked the long length, teasing me even more.
“Please.”
With his free hand, he trailed his fingers along my stomach. I moved his hand away. He shoved my fingers back and returned to the softness of my stomach. “I touch what I want. Do you know why?”
I grinned. “Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” He slipped his fingers down to my sex and danced the tips along my throbbing clitoris. “You’re so wet.”
I moaned.
He drew circles along the bud. “I love to hear you moan.”
I trembled under him.
He moved his hand from my pussy, raised it to his mouth, and licked the finger.
As I watched him suck on my juices, my body hummed.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Are you going to moan for me all night?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” He took his other hand and tenderly wrapped it around my neck. Of course, he didn’t choke me. It was a tender hold around my neck, but possessive and dominating.
I gasped.
With his other hand, he positioned his hard cock at the opening of my pussy. My body vibrated with need. His voice grew rough as if he were barely able to control himself. “You’re mine. There won’t be any other men nicknamed after colors.”
“No more.”
That hand stayed on my neck. The other stroked his length and then spread my legs wide open. There, my pussy lay bare in front of him. I was so exposed and unable to hide. I shivered under his gaze.
The hunger in his eyes intensified. “This pussy is mine.”
“It is.”
His next words were raw, animalistic, and held a sharpened edge. “You answer when I call.”
“Always.” I cleared my throat. “And you get rid of the flirting stylist.”
He grinned and thrust his cock into me, parting my sensitive folds.
“Ah!” I raised my hips.
He still kept his hand tenderly around my throat as he went deeper into me. Balls deep. I rocked, loving being full of him.
I moaned, “Saint.”
His strokes went at a faster pace. I did my best to match him, relishing in the delicious feel of his cock in my pussy. The couch rocked with his rhythm. The air crackled around. Harder and faster. He gave me no relief. That hand on my neck kept me in place. His other hand gripped the couch as if giving him the foundation to fuck me even deeper.
My lids drooped heavy over my eyes. And all I could do was take it.
Saint knew my body like no other man. He ground his cock into me, pushing forward and then pulling back. In seconds, he found my spot, but then he was the first man to ever show me that I had one. With his cock, he stroked that spot over and over, never letting up, even when I moaned so loud my voice went hoarse.
And it didn’t just feel good. It blew my mind. Collapsed my senses. Had me rethinking all my life choices that didn’t involve him. My pussy throbbed.
Fuck!
The pressure of his hand on my throat made me dizzy. I felt dominated over and completely loved it. Needed it. With him in control, my fears unraveled into nothing. My sorrows of the past shattered. I let go, released it all, and gave him more control.