Saint (Hot Shots 4)

Eleven

Saint

Christ, it was hard to leave Emerson in my bed this morning, warm, naked, and my girl is definitely a snuggler. The only piece of furniture in my house is a mattress with box springs, and that’s because I dropped a wad of cash yesterday morning to make sure it was there before I picked her up. We definitely didn’t start in my bed. We picked up pizza with the toppings she requested, sat out on the dock, her toes gliding through the water while she sat between my spread legs. My hand lingered up and down her shapely thighs, going higher and higher, seeing how far she’d let me go. When Emerson spread her legs farther, head tipped back on my shoulder, mouth seeking mine, my fingers found the edge of her lace panties, then slipped inside, feeling the bare lips of her pussy, the wetness coating them, and I knew I had to have my mouth on her cunt. It wasn’t long before I was standing up, hoisting Emerson up in my arms, moving at a steady pace, and getting her into the house.

Her pussy was grinding against my cock as I carried her through the house, my hands underneath her lacey excuse for a fabric, gripping the cheeks of her ass, helping her find a rhythm while I somehow meandered our way up the stairs. When we finally turned the corner and walked into my bedroom, I had never been more thankful for a bed. As much as it would have been fun to fuck her with my fingers outside, her moans would echo off the water and alert the neighbors for sure. That’s not something I ever want to share with them, not for her first time, at least.

“Saint.” The breath whooshed out of her when Emerson’s back met the soft mattress.

“Damn, I’ve been dreaming about seeing you in my bed for what seems like ever.” I was between her legs, hiking up her dress, getting my first glimpse of her bare thighs.

“I want to feel you.” She sat up, hands going to the bottom of my black cotton shirt, hoisting it up until my arms were over my head so she could get what she wanted. Emerson lost her jacket the second we walked through the door, leaving her in a strapless dress that I tore off her in my haste, a bra with a front closure, and then her tits were in my hands, thumbs sweeping over her nipples, plump and ready for my mouth, and when I wrapped my lips around on of them, those hands of hers found my shoulders and dug in. I brought her legs around my waist, wanting to notch our bodies together as closely as possible, but when Emerson moaned, “More, I want all of you,” I pulled away from her nipples. She was only in her white panties now, the desire showing through the lace, tits heaving, lips plump from our kisses, and fuck, I wanted to take this slow, but the moment my hands are on Emerson, she comes alive for me.

“You sure? I’m not going to be able to stop once I’m inside you, and I won’t ever let you leave.” My hands were on the button of my jeans, her head nodding. Even with the rasp of my zipper going down, I still demanded, “Words, Emerson, I need them coming from your lips.”

“God, yes, I thought this might have been one-sided, but it’s not. We both want this. I don’t want to go slow. I want it fast and hard, for you and me to never be far apart,” she responded, her fingers moving to the tops of her panties. I stepped of my jeans, my shoes long gone from sitting outside with Emerson.

“Goddamn, show me, sweetheart,” I grunted, my cock appearing before her eyes, long and hard. Thank Christ, I’d decided against boxers.

“Saint.” She shimmied out of her panties before lying back down, my hands gliding up her legs as I crawled between them.

“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy of mine. Going to drink every drop you have to give. I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name. Then, while you’re still recovering, I’m going to sink deep inside you, and there won’t be any kind of barriers, you hear me?” Her head was tipped back, fingers gripping the pillow beneath her head.

“I don’t want anything between us.” Goddamn, the thought of Emerson’s body, heavy and pregnant with our child, it resonated deep inside me.

“Thank God,” I told her before I latched on to her pussy, not having the patience to build her up. I wanted her to fall apart for me. So, that’s what I did. My fingers tunneled in and of her tight pussy, clenching so hard, I knew getting inside her, I wouldn’t last long. My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it, and when she screamed out, “Saint!” fingers in my hair as she lifted her hips, legs wrapping around me, and thighs tightening around my head, she fell apart, and I lapped up every fucking drop. “You ready to come again?” I sat up, my cock notched at her center, the wetness I just licked up seeping out of her pussy, bathing my cock.