“Lie back, angel.”
I do, staring up at the heat in his dark eyes.
I watch him take my foot in his hands and slowly remove my heel. I lie there, unmoving, entranced by his strong hands.
He watches my face as he massages my foot, and then repeats the process with the other. When he’s through, his hands slide up my calves and massage them as well. I can feel the nervous tension melting away as I relax into the soft mattress. He drops my foot and stands, holding my eyes as he strips.
He undoes his watch and sets it on the nightstand. Next come the buttons on his cuffs. I have to remind myself to breathe as he slowly works the buttons down his shirt revealing that gorgeous chest a few inches at a time.
He pulls the tails out and shrugs it off, tossing it aside. His hands drop to his jeans and his silver bracelet flashes in the dim moonlight.
A moment later, he’s naked, and I sit up and take his erect cock in my hand, guiding it to my mouth. I look up into his dark, hungry eyes as I slide him over my lips, taking him into my mouth. He sucks in a breath, threading his fingers into my hair. I lick and suck and learn what he likes, what makes him moan, and what makes his hand in my hair tighten into a fist, demanding more. Finally, he stops me, pushing me back onto the bed and moving over me, his arms boxing me in. Supporting himself on his elbows, he lowers his body down on top of mine, and I feel the heat radiate off his skin before it presses to mine, searing me.
I suck in a breath at the exquisite feeling.
He dips his head and kisses behind my ear, under my jaw, down my neck and across my chest, climbing to my taught peak. It strains toward him with need and he gives it all the attention it demands.
He sucks hard, and I stutter in another breath and close my eyes, my head going back and my mouth falling open in an O.
He continues kissing his way down my body. By the time he works his way back up, I’m coming apart with need.
“Saint.” His name comes out as a breathy moan.
His mouth brushes mine, then works its way to my ear to whisper, “What do you want, sweetheart? What do you need?”
His hot palm settles between my breasts and it glides down to my belly, pausing just above where I need it most.
“You,” I whisper. “I need you.”
“I’m here for you, baby. I’ll always be here for you.” He takes one of my hands, presses a kiss to the palm, and places it on his chest. “Touch me, Kami. I want to feel your hands on me.”
I glide my hands along his chest and shoulders, marveling at his hard man’s body. I caress his muscled stomach and he sucks in his breath. I stop and he growls, “Keep going.”
I meet his gaze. There’s hunger burning there. Hunger I put there and it floods me with womanly power.
“Lower,” he commands. “Touch me.”
I do as he says, gliding my hand to his velvety hard cock.
He groans, his body shifting above me.
“Jesus, fuck, baby. Yes.” He closes a fist over my hand, teaching me how he likes it. His hand drops to cup my pussy and he slips two fingers inside me.
I react, gasping in, my hips lifting off the mattress.
“Easy, girl. I’ll be gentle,” he promises, his mouth pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Relax. That’s it.”
He thrusts in and out, and his searching fingertips find that spot that makes me crazy with need.
“God damn, baby. You’re so wet. Fuck, I want to be inside there.”
My head falls back and his mouth moves from my ear to my throat as he rubs and strokes until I don’t think I can take it anymore. When I’m writhing, he lifts his head and studies my face, watching me as he brings me to climax.
I cry out, clutching him as I slide over that precipice, moaning loudly. He presses a kiss to my lips, capturing the sound until I’m gasping for air.
“That was beautiful to watch.”
My hand closes tighter around his pulsing cock. His hand covers mine and he swirls the smooth head in my wetness, rubbing my sensitive clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
He lifts his chin to the far nightstand. “Top drawer, Kami. There’s a pack of condoms. Grab one and give it to me.”
I glance to the nightstand, and stretch and retrieve one, passing it to him.
He pulls back, tearing the pack open and rolling it on, then positions himself between my thighs, his knees spreading me wide.
He grabs his dick and brings it to my entrance, swirling it around and around until all I can think of is how much I want him inside me.
“You ready for me, babe?”
I nod. “So ready. Please.”
His eyes are focused on my pussy as he slides in slowly, inch by inch until he’s all the way.
Oh my God, the sensation is incredible. We’re as connected as we can be, and I wrap my arms around him. He lifts with his elbows, his hips rolling slowly in a sensuous rhythm as old as time. A male taking a female like they have since the beginning. Only it feels special. It’s just us in this room and the intimacy of having his body pressed tight to mine hits me in the chest. I splay my palms on the rolling muscles of his back as the realization sinks into my soul.
I love this man.
Maybe I have since the day he climbed up that tree and hauled me to safety.
He’s my knight. He’s my everything. How did that happen in just the three short months I’ve been here? I can’t say the words. He won’t believe them. Why should he? I’ll sound like a foolish schoolgirl. So I stay quiet as he monumentally rocks my world.
He kisses me again, and then he picks up his pace until he’s thrusting hard and fast, our skin slapping together loudly in the quiet room. His breathing is labored and he must be close, because he pulls up and rubs my clit.
“Come with me, Kam. I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
He shifts and hits that magic spot inside me, rubbing it over and over. Oh my God, I’m racing toward another orgasm. His thumb works my clit and I scream, flinging over the edge again.
“Fuck, yes.” He plunders harder with a couple more savage thrusts, then slams into me and holds my hips tight as he comes long and hard, roaring.
He’s beautiful to watch, and I love that it was me that made him feel that nirvana.
He collapses on top of me, breathing hard. I wrap my arms around him, holding tight, loving the feel of his weight pinning me to the bed. I don’t want him to leave. When he tries to pull back, I hold tighter.
He strokes a palm up my arm, kissing the side of my cheek, then takes my wrist and pulls my hand away. He strokes my face, watching my eyes, trying, I know, to read me. “You okay?”
I smile. “More than okay.”
He returns my grin, goes to dispose of the condom and returns, tucking me against his side. I lay my head on his chest, hearing his heart still pounding. As we lay there quietly, its racing rhythm slows back to normal. I put my hand on his chest and trace the swirls of his ink, until his big hand closes over my wrist, stilling my motions.
He presses a kiss to my forehead, and orders, “Sleep, baby.”
More content than I’ve ever been, I comply, falling fast and deep, my dreams all happiness and rainbows.
***
Saint—
I roll over, coming awake and reach out for Kami, but she’s not there. I swing my legs over the side and stand, pulling my jeans up. The bathroom is empty, so I stroll through the house. I grab a pack of cigarettes off the kitchen table and dip my head to light one up. I exhale the smoke and see her sitting out in the garden, her feet up on the low wrought-iron table she found somewhere.