Page 91 of The Catch

I have never done something like this before, either.

Saint is giving me one hell of a gift, letting me know him this way. Letting me know myself this way.

"Ames. Please. Tell me this feels good."

"So good. You're so fucking good."

He whimpers.

"Such a good boy, letting me use your cock this way."

"Fuck. Come again. I can't come until you do. Please, give me another."

"You want to prove yourself that badly?"

Words come out of my mouth, escaping from some hidden corner of my mind. I don't choose them as they spill out of me.

"You want me ruined?" I ask. "Forever chasing this high again?"

I ride him, up and down, just barely, enough to drive us wild with the vibrations and friction and sensation.

"Yes. Fuck! Amelia."

"You want praise, don't you?"

"Anything you'll give me. Please."

"No one will compare, Gael."

He whimpers. "Yes, just like that. Tell me again I'll ruin you."

"I've never had better than you, and you may leave me corrupted and entitled to things I didn't know possible—"

"Amelia!"

A deep groan leaves his chest. He jerks against the mattress, breaking my rhythm and changing the angle somehow. The liquid warmth of his release fills me up.

"I'll never forget…" he mutters. "You're… the only one to…"

The end of the sentence disappears between his lips. It doesn't get processed and I can't guess at it— I'm coming again. This time, the white glow inside of me takes over and turns my skin transparent. My whole body spasms, and everything shines white. For a moment nothing else exists. I'm a supernova, testing the limits of light itself.

I come back to myself in stages. It takes time before I notice how my fingernails dig into Saint's chest, leaving deep half moons in his flesh. His hands cling to the rolls of my hips, and his face is a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, that vibrator is— Damn," he complains.

I scoff-chuckle. My brain isn't fully back online yet, and my body is still shaking, but I manage to get off him and fall onto the mattress with my dignity intact.

The vibrator is covered in the results of the past hour. I put it on a tissue on the side table and turn to Saint.

He gazes at me with sleepy eyes. "I feel like I didn't do enough. I promise next time—"

He stops when I laugh.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"I am. I said I would impress you."

"You did, Saint. Wilder than my dreams. I didn't know what to expect and yet… this was better than I imagined."