The Sinner (Notorious 1)

“Fine,” I said. I put my hand against his chest, the warmth of him melting me. His eyes met mine and he was a little slow to catch on but I saw him get what was happening.

“Do you want me to leave,” I asked.

“You should.”

I smiled. “Do you want me to?”

He shook his head.

Good man, I thought.

I straddled him, the robe splitting up to reveal that I was naked and he groaned as I settled down against his cock. I even, because this really might be the last time I touched him (another thing I was storing away like a rotten nut for winter) shifted and pulled the sheet out from between us and settled back down again, so he could feel the damp and heat of me through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Savannah,” he groaned and pushed himself up against me, and I felt the pressure of him against my clit. An electric pleasure sizzled over my skin.

Not about you. It’s about him.

I didn’t kiss him. Or hug him. I put my hands against the flat of his chest and rocked against him. He grabbed my hips, his fingertips soft at first but then because he must have felt like I did – desperate and running out of time – he got rougher. His fingertips pressed into my hips, came around to grab my ass. Pulling and pushing me against him and I got a taste of what it might be like if we ever fully gave into this thing between us.

Animals. We would be animals.

And the thought turned me on like kerosene.

I bent over him, kissing his neck. His chest. Down his belly, scooting off of him as I went. He groaned, reaching for me.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked.

We both were, but that was something to worry about later.

In answer I bit his stomach, he groaned and laughed, his hand cupping my head. “Not a dream,” I whispered against his sleep-warm skin. I eased his boxers down over his erection.

“You shouldn’t,” he said, putting his hand out to stop me.

“I know,” I said. And I did it anyway.

I slipped him into my mouth and he curled up, his fingers in my hair, cupping my jaw. He was hard against my tongue and my lips stretched to hold him. Big, God, he was big and I could imagine how he would feel between my legs. How it might hurt at first, no matter how ready I was. How he would split me open in the best possible way.

Stop.

This is about him.

I wrapped my fingers around him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Savannah…you are so beautiful.”

I felt beautiful as he pushed up into my mouth, fucking me as I sucked him. Like I was elemental or something. Because this – how we made each other feel – was elemental.

And painful.

“Yes,” he breathed, pulling my hair into his fist, holding me like that so he could watch and I gave him a show. Tongue and hands. Lots of spit. “Oh my God, look at you. Look-“

Chatty guy. I did what he had done to me and put my hand up over his lips and he sucked my fingers into his mouth. Sucking me the way I sucked him.

I could feel when he was about to come. The way he got harder in my mouth and pulsed against my fingers. He tried to tug me away by my hair but I wasn’t that girl. His hips lifted off the sheets his cock pushing down into my throat so hard I saw stars but then he eased up as he came and came.

I swallowed and sucked, feeling him get softer.

He was breathing hard. Sweating and his heart pounding under his skin. I could feel it in his dick. The tender spot on his hips where I put my hand.

“Come here,” he groaned, reaching for me, pulling me towards him and I imagined what he wanted. What he would do with his lips. And tongue. His fingers. And I was so close. So close I didn’t need it.

My plan had been to suck him off and leave. A gift like he’d given me. But I was too selfish maybe. I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs and he, clever man, took it from there.

His fingers speared into me, his thumb on my clit. He sat up, his other arm wrapping around me, as his mouth found my breast and sucked me through the silk of my robe.

I put my own hand over my mouth, to stifle my cries as I came against his fingers. So wet I could feel it. So wet when he touched my hip, he rubbed my come against my skin.

Like I said. Animals.

He rested his forehead against my chest and both of us just took a second.

But then I stood, tied my robe shut, pushed back my hair, like I could hide what we’d done.