Page 6 of Desire Me
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” One by one, he slipped the buttons of his shirt through their holes—slowly. “Let’s get on with it, then. I want to see you, Rae. Now.”
Rae’s gaze dropped to the line of skin being slowly revealed by his deft fingers. Her own moved to the hem of her sweater, grasped the fabric, and did an equally slow drag up her torso. He forgot to move as the light from the windows highlighted the curves of her stomach, the hollow of her belly button, the soft undercurve of her breasts. But just as she was about to reveal more, the rise of her sweater stopped.
Saint’s gaze flicked up to meet hers.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
“Forgetting?” He swallowed hard against the rasp in his throat. “I think I forgot my own name, cariño. Show me your breasts.” The wordpleaseechoed in his mind as he waited. He wasn’t above begging if he had to.
Rae sucked in her breath before whipping the sweater over her head. Her bra was full lace, the soft cream a gorgeous contrast to her olive skin in the dim room, but it obscured more than it revealed. He wanted her bare, damn it.
His sudden ferocity must’ve shown on his face, or maybe it was the growl that escaped him as he planted a knee on the bed and crawled toward her that made Rae laugh. Either way, he was on her in seconds, fists planted at her shoulders, knees straddling her hips. Everything inside him urged his pelvis down, screamed to find the cradle of her mound and get the relief he so desperately needed, but he didn’t. Not yet.
His fingers met the tiny gold clasp nestled between her breasts at the same time her palms spread across his pecs. The slightest pressure against his sternum stopped him cold.
“I’m the only one without a shirt here, Saint.”
The reminder sent another growl through him—it seemed the only way to express the savage hunger ripping at his insides, shredding his control. He backed off long enough to tear at his clothes. In seconds he was naked save for the tight boxers he didn’t dare remove. He crawled back over her, his chest expanding at the feel of her hands stroking down it. Her fingertips grazed his nipples, sending a jolt straight to his gut, and his erection jerked at the impact. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, wetting the cloth holding it tight to his body.
Just a little bit longer. Keep it together, bro.
“Rae, cariño, yes. Touch me.” He certainly intended to touch her. He grasped the clasp of her bra and twisted deftly, then jerked the material apart, revealing smooth, full globes tipped with chocolate-brown nipples that had him salivating. He watched her breasts move as she caressed his back, his waist, his ass. The clench of her nails in his flesh brought him closer, and he dipped his head, let his breath wash across her skin.
Her nipples went tight, reaching for him. He couldn’t resist any longer.
“Saint!”
There was something primal about a woman’s nipple in a man’s mouth. That connection to nursing, maybe, although he certainly didn’t feel like a baby as he sucked Rae between his lips. The taste of her, all heat and woman, the feel of her taut nub elongating on his tongue as if begging for more. He sucked harder, his fingers going to the opposite breast to pull and tug at her neglected nipple as her legs crawled up to his waist and clung, forcing her pelvis against his. Scraping his teeth along her sensitive flesh drew a cry of need from deep in her throat as she rolled her jean-covered mound across his erection. His back arched, pushing him closer, getting the friction he so desperately wanted, needed. Giving Rae the same. Her shocked gasp as he bit down gently and squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger turned into the high cry of release as she came in his arms.
Holy fuck. She was a live wire, and he desperately wanted to be burned.
“Oh my God.” Rae gasped, staring at the ceiling as her body came down from its high. “I’m so sorry.”
He sucked hard at her softening nipple, stretching it out as he pulled his head back. When it popped from between his lips, he watched her breast shake and salivated for more. “Sorry for what?”
“Sorry because that was way faster than I intended it to be.”
He knelt back on his heels and let his hands make quick work of her clothes. “That’s just the beginning. I haven’t even gotten inside you yet.”
Her smile had a short edge, as if she thought he was only looking for his own satisfaction now. He wouldn’t be surprised. Very few women that he took to bed expected him to put their pleasure first, much less prolong it with more than one orgasm. It was sad, really—and gave him something to prove.
A task he reveled in.
When he got down to her thin lace panties, his impatience hit a high. Aripsounded as his rough handling tore the fabric from her body. Rae gasped, lying naked beneath him, but he didn’t pause until he had his boxers off and his cock in his hand. Only then did he stop to take in the long stretch of her body. Full breasts he already knew overflowed his hands just the right amount. Dark nipples slowly beginning to harden again beneath his stare. A narrow rib cage that flared into womanly hips, giving him just the right amount of flesh to hold on to. Her mound was darkened by neatly trimmed brown curls that made his heart beat faster than it already was, made his fingers tighten to stave off the climax gathering at the base of his cock. He could imagine parting her slim legs, getting his first look at the plump folds hidden between. Stroking his tongue along her opening to taste the tart essence of her most intimate places. His cock thumped in his grip, and he knew the time for looking had better come to an end if he wanted to finish inside her instead of right here, on her beautiful skin.
“Come with me, cariño.” He rolled, taking Rae with him until she was the one straddling his body now. Stacking the pillows behind his head, he stared between her now spread legs. “I can’t wait, Rae.” His fingers met wet warmth when they followed his gaze. “I need inside you now.”
He nudged carefully between her folds and slipped a finger into her, testing her ability to take him. Rae threw her head back on a groan. Tight, but not too tight. He let his finger play while he reached with the other hand for a condom.
Rae clenched down on him when he added another finger and pressed high along her G-spot. “Saint.” She sounded drugged with pleasure. Coming up on her knees, she planted her fists on either side of him and began to rock on his fingers.
“Oh no you don’t.” He slid his hand away and replaced it with his cock. “Take me, Rae. Take me inside. I’ll please you, I promise.”
Rae nodded even as a flash of disappointment crossed her pretty face. He grinned up at her and pressed his rock-hard penis at her opening. “Trust me. I won’t leave you wanting, beautiful.”
Rae moaned along with him as he slid slowly inside. Her body gave way reluctantly, but the thumb he held against her clit had her rocking against him, pressing down more and more to gain the pleasure of that touch. He watched her breathing quicken, matching his. Sweat glistened between her breasts. When he bottomed out, she arched her back and her breasts swayed in front of his face. He caught the nipple he hadn’t gotten to taste yet between his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth.
A hoarse cry shot from her at the force of his suction. With his hands he urged her to ride him, desperate for the friction, greedy for the flesh he refused to release from his lips. Rae obeyed his silent command instantly, dragging herself up before slamming down with more force than he’d expected. The tilt of her hips forced her clit against his pelvic bone. A hard, breathless “yes” escaped her, and she did it again, slamming into him over and over, desperate to find the high once more. Saint clenched his eyes closed and concentrated on the plump flesh in his mouth, the taste of her skin, and the wet glove surrounding his dick until he felt her tighten on him—tight, tight, tight—and then clamp down in release.
