Page 119 of The Pact
I hover over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. Then I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep. My hips press into hers, my dick resting on top of her pussy.
She opens her legs wider, and her wetness coats my cock.
I break the kiss, trying to catch my breath, but kiss her softly on her cheek.
“I don’t want to be gentle, Doc,” I whisper just under her ear, making her shiver. “I want to make you bite the pillow.” I kiss her neck. “Grip the sheets.” Lick. “And lose every ounce of self-control.”
“Fuck me, Saint,” she murmurs.
I grab my dick in my hand and position myself at her entrance. I watch her face as I slide in, inch by slow inch. Her eyes widen, and she exhales a shaky breath as she takes all of me in. The fit is perfect and nearly makes me dizzy.
I stay still, buried deep inside her, letting her adjust to me.
Her hands rub up and down my arms and settle on my shoulders.
I begin to move in a steady rhythm, hyperaware of the friction between our bodies. And I know she feels it, too, because I can see the flush creep up on her chest.
I find a pace that’s both torture and pleasure, pulling back to the crown, then slamming into her, hard.
“Saint, please,” she gasps, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders.
I thrust into her relentlessly. “Put your hands over your head.”
She does as I told her, and I pin her wrists for a second with one hand, then thread my fingers through hers, making our wedding bands clink.
My body is already tight, screaming for release. But I’ll wait.
“You take me so good, baby.” I pant against her lips.
I release her hand and wrap my arm under her leg.
She grips the sheets on her sides like she needs something to hold on to as my pace quickens.
I feel sweat on my forehead, my chest, making our bodies slick.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I watch her eyes start to cloud over, her breathing turning into a series of broken hitches.
She pulls me down to her, my head resting in the curve of her neck.
I can feel her clench around my cock as she starts to come.
“Saint, I’m gonna come!”
Her mouth is open against my skin. Hot and uneven. When her body starts to vibrate through the force of her orgasm, she bites down on my shoulder.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.”
Then I lose control, sinking into her as a wave of heat rolls through my body.
Once every drop spills inside her, we lie there, panting, and my heart feels like it’s hammering against my ribs.
I lift up and press a kiss to her cheek, pull out of her, and roll to the side. She immediately tucks herself into me, her head resting on my chest.
“So that’s married sex, huh?” she says, smile in her voice.
“We’re never leaving the bed if this is married sex.” I joke. Sort of.
She runs her hand over my chest right below where she bit me.
