Page 87 of The Catch

He stops with his face within an inch of me. "I beg you. I need my mouth on you. Please."

"You're so confident." I lick my lips. "And on your knees."

Grooves and dips mark the muscles on his shoulders and arms. His heated gaze doesn't waver.

He may not be touching me, but my body is about to combust anyway.

"Gael—" His name sounds like a moan on my lips. "Show me."

He whines. The sound sends shivers down my spine. A tremor wants to take over my body, but it doesn't get to. With an open mouthed kiss, he takes my pussy with lips and a hungry tongue. I fall back to the bed. My veins turn to tinder. My skin combusts.

"Addicting, Amelia." He swirls his tongue on my clit. "I knew you would be."

He pushes a finger in as he sucks on my flesh. I buckle. Two fingers now, and the stretching makes me see white.

"I'm the luckiest man on earth." He takes the fingers out. "Can you take three?"

"Do it," I heave.

He pushes in with a third finger. "Ah, yes. Like this. See how you take my fingers? You're perfect."

"Saint." I buckle.

"Come on. Give me one." He does something with his tongue that brings stars to the back of my eyelids. "Please. I need to see you."

His mouth returns to me. He's ferocious and eager, and one of his fingers pushes up against a sensitive place, and I'm— done.

I come. My belly tightens. My pussy spasms. My whole body goes taut, until my breath dies in my throat.

"That's right, yes." He pumps his fingers through my orgasm. "You're so good."

Air comes back into the room, and a guttural sound I'm sure I've never made before leaves my throat.

"Holy shit, Saint."

"Mmh, yes."

He tries to keep using his mouth but I stop him with firm fingers on his hair.

I pull. "It's too much."

He obeys, just like he's done all night.

He gets up, only to trail kisses up my body. "Your body can do so much more."

"Ah, Saint." I shiver as he licks my neck, then blows on it.

"Next time you'll come first. And second. And third."

"Maybe… maybe I should tell you now that I don't really come more than once."

He nibbles on my earlobe. I half-expect him to settle between my legs and fuck me now, but he holds himself away instead. His focus is on my jaw, my chin, my cheek.

He doesn't speak right away. After a few seconds, he locks eyes with me.

"Let us test that," he says. "Together. See what you're truly capable of."

"Is this another rule of dating casually? To push the limits?"