No Saint (Wild Men 6)

My body relaxes in degrees, one muscle at a time, as I press against her back, wrap an arm around her and breathe her in.

Damn, I could get used to this. To waking up beside her, content and calm and... goddammit, why am I feeling like this? Like... like my throat is closing, like I wanna crush her to my chest and never let her go?

While I’m lost in my confused thoughts, her breathing changes and she stirs.

“Mmm... Morning. Ross.” She tries to roll over, and I gather her closer, her back to my stomach, her lush ass, fuck... pressed to my morning wood.

“Morning.”

She’s so damn cute when she’s half asleep. And sexy.

Shocker. Everything she does is sexy. Yawning. Talking. Walking. Hell, cussing me out is sexy.

I’m so fucked.

She wiggles, that ass rubbing against my hard-on, and I kiss her neck with a muffled groan. I want her now, and that’s what the strange feeling has to be all about. Want. Physical need. It sure as hell is driving my hips forward now, to rock against her soft curves, the urge to bury myself inside her taking up my entire thought process.

Until she wiggles again and tries to sit up. She’s trying to get away, and I’m not having any of it, not without negotiations—and maybe some bribery. I kiss her neck again.

“Stay...” I whisper in the perfect shell of her ear where a silver stud glints. “It’s still early. We have time.”

She turns her face and her mouth finds mine. We kiss and that feeling grows, uncomfortable, burning, robbing me of speech and breath.

Mine.

I need her.

I cup her breast, play with her nipple as I lick at her mouth, and she moans, arching up a little, my cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She gasps, and I grunt, the pressure squeezing my dick so fucking good.

I drop my hand from her nipple to the soft curls between her legs, dip a finger inside her, and a whine leaves her lips as she presses back harder against me.

Someday I wanna tap that ass. But right now, what I want is her pussy, so wet for me, so hot. Reluctantly, I draw my finger out, then reach down to grab my dick.

“Lu...” Her leg lifts up instinctively when I nudge between her legs and fuck, she’s exposed, my dick slipping into her, just a little, just the head, but it’s so good.

Off the charts good, and we’re both moaning and rocking as I slip inside deeper, her pussy gripping my dick in a vise.

Oh shit, yeah. Drawing her leg higher, to rest over mine, I thrust, again and again, growling my pleasure, my relief at being inside her again, at having my arms around her, bare skin touching, sliding, at hearing her voice.

Being at home.

Huh. A seriously fucking strange thought when I don’t know what home is, and when she’s clenching so hard around my dick I’m seeing stars. Maybe that explains it. Lack of oxygen to the brain.

The pressure in my balls is quickly reaching critical status, my hips rolling and rocking into her frantically. Slipping my hand between her legs again I rub at her clit, her slick seam, lower, where my cock fills her pussy, stretching her so perfectly.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.

Burying my cock as deep as I can in her tight heat, I fuck her. My thrusts are now fast and deep, driving in and out of her, a race to the end, my hand still rubbing at her little hard clit. She’s moaning, rocking with me, her mouth seeking mine.

“Come with me, Lu,” I breathe against her lips, “come with me...”

Be with me, bear with me, hold me, let me feel your pleasure.

And she comes. I kiss her as orgasm hits her, drinking in her cries, muffling one of my own as my body tenses and coils. I barely have time to pull out of her when my dick jerks and pleasure slams into me, short-circuiting my brain. I ride the waves of my release, painting her back with my cum, holding on to her like a drowning man.

My girl, my girl...

Sunlight is falling on her hair like gold dust, outlining her curves, showing me her long lashes, a dark nipple, the drenched curls between her legs, and my chest tightens—that same damn feeling I don’t understand. She’s sexy, yeah, but I’ve been with many girls and never felt as if I’ve been whacked over the head just by lying there with her.