Page 56 of Imperfect Saint
“I…” Millie licked her lips, her eyes darting up to his and then back to his dick. “Huh?”
“Remind me what it was you wanted, Mills.” He tore the condom open with his teeth and then carefully rolled it on as she watched.
“You.” She whispered, her eyes finally coming up to meet his again and stay. “I want you, Hunter.”
He moved towards the bed, crawling back up and over her until she lay back against the pillows, “You’ve got me. Be more specific.”
“I want you inside me.” She said without hesitation. “Make love to me. Please?”
“God,” he groaned as he positioned himself between her legs, “You’re so damn sweet. I love it when you say please. Makes me feel like I could conquer the world. Like I’ve got something you need and only I can give it to you.”
“Yes.” She raised up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, “Give it to me, Hunter.”
“Need to make sure you’re ready first.” He tilted his head and took her lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth and flicking his tongue in and out in the filthiest way, imitating what he planned to do with his cock. As he kissed her, he slid his hand up her thigh until he found that sweet spot between her legs. She gasped when he pressed a finger along her slit and he groaned as she bucked beneath him. “Fuck, Mills. You’re so wet for me.”
“I’m ready. Please, Hunter.” She was rocking her hips into his fingers, going mindless with the need and he couldn’t be the voice of reason to hold them back a moment longer.
He’d given her an extra night to be sure she wanted this. He’d told her that he wanted this, with her. She’d said she wanted it . He’d called a time out long enough to find a condom and she’d helped him locate what they needed to be safe. She was all but begging for him and he couldn’t keep himself from giving her exactly what they both wanted.
But that didn’t mean he had to rush it.
She’d told him last night that it had been a long time for her. She’d only ever been with her asshole ex. He’d never taken the time to make it good for her. Hunter wouldn’t be another man that took from her. He intended to give her everything she’d ever wanted, everything that he was.
He was hers.
“I’m gonna go slow.” He whispered against her neck as he removed his hand and slid his hips up until just the tip of his cock rested at her opening. “I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t hurt you, Mills. I promise.”
“I know, Hunter. I know.” She cupped his face between her hands and leaned up, kissing him as he began to push into her.
She was tight. Good lord was she tight. He’d known she would be but even still, he nearly lost all control as soon as he pushed into her and felt all that soft, clenching heat around his cock.
He paused and simply kissed her for a long moment. He held himself steady and kept his hips from punching forward into her in on a solid drive. In that moment he was suspended somewhere between heaven and hell and he would have happily stayed there forever so long as it meant he was connected to Millie like this.
But she refused to let him hold back.
Millie wrapped her arms around him and rocked her body against his. She tilted her hips to meet him, forcing him to slide deeper. When she dropped her hips he caught himself falling into her and then she was there again, pulling him in again, inch by inch, taking more of him as she panted and writhed beneath him.
“Hunter.” His name came on a whine. “Please. Move.”
“Am I hurting you?” He groaned into her neck, already starting to pull back when he felt her hands on his ass, her nails digging into his skin.
“No. Move. I need more. I need you to move. Oh God, please.” She gasped his name again as she pushed her hips up and finally took all of him. “Hunter, fuck.”
He lost it. Millie begging for him was one thing. Millie fucking herself on him was another. But Millie actually cursing at him, telling him to fuck her, when he was fairly certain he’d never heard her say a bad word in all the months he’d known her, that was what sent him fully over the edge.
He levered himself up on one arm and used his other to grab her ass and lift her off the bed. He tilted her hips and drove into her. Millie cried out and he groaned in response.
It was good. So damn good he did it again, and again. He slammed into her harder and faster. The bed squeaked and the headboard smacked into the wall. Their breathing grew louder, their grunts and cries of pleasure echoing in the small space. And all the time, they held onto one another, moving together in a rhythm that their bodies knew instinctively.
She was perfect. She fit him perfectly. She gave as good as she got. Kissing him. Holding him. Scratching him. Calling out his name as she met him thrust for thrust. Sweat dripped from his chin as he worked them into a frenzy and she licked it off, moaning in pleasure at the taste of him.
God had made her for him. He was certain of it. She was his match in every way.
“Perfect.” He grunted as his thrusts shortened and he felt that first tingle of awareness race down his spine and straight to his balls. “Millie, baby, you’re so damn perfect.”
She made an incoherent noise but he recognized it for what it was. She was close too but she wasn’t quite there yet. She was reaching for the cliff but she couldn’t fall over it alone. He knew her sounds, knew what her body needed. He’d taken the time last night to learn and this was why. She’d never come before, not just from sex, but she was going to come with him and he wasn’t going to stop until she did.
He dropped her hips as he continued to pump into her. She didn’t even lose pace. She just gripped him harder and met his next thrust with another moan.
