Saint complies with my pleas, increasing his speed, a primeval grunt escaping him.
The slapping of our ripe, slick flesh combined with the sensation of being connected in this way has me losing myself to the bliss. I never thought it would feel this good, but wherever Saint touches, I come alive. He is deep, so incredibly deep, and the momentum of his strokes has my entire body moving upward with the force.
“f**k,” he curses, peering down at where we are joined. “You okay?”
His breathless question leaves me aching because he will always ensure my needs are met before his. “Yes, more than okay. I never…” I lick my lips and arch my neck backward. “I never thought it could be this way.”
“Me either,” he confesses, which surprises me. He lowers his head and suckles my breast. His large hand
