His words silenced me as I toyed with the grilled gator bites that were drizzled in a sriracha-like sauce. It wasn’t spicy but it wasn’t bland either. It was perfect. However, my appetite had fallen off the edge of the building upon realizing what the plate read.
TEN
Silently, Saint watched me. Stalked me. Studied me.
“What is it, Sac?”
“Saint–” he corrected.
“Saint, now?”
“Call me Saint, Rome. I like the way it sounds rolling off your tongue.”
The word tongue rolling off of his forced my legs together.
“What is it, Saint?”
He tipped his chin in the direction of the food in front of me.
“You’re uninterested in the selection?”
I shook my head, still rolling the meat around the plate with my fork.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Is there somewhere you’d rather be?”
I nodded. “There is.”
Taken aback, Saint waited for me to continue. To elaborate. To explain where I’d rather be than with him.
“I can’t help but think about the gift I brought you– and how much I want to give it to you.”
“A gift?” He asked, partly surprised and partly intrigued.
“Yes. A very special gift,” I admitted.
He sat up straight, stiffening his spine. Curiosity led his frame toward the center of the table.
“What is it, Rome?”
I swallowed the air pocket lodged in my throat. Inhaling, I managed to contain my composure.
“My virginity.”
“Rom–”
“I’m not getting younger. And, I’ve kept myself intact long enough to know when the time has come. I’ve waited for this moment, our moment, for years. It’s always been yours to have. Whether it’s tonight, tomorrow night, or next month– you’ll have it.
“But, tonight–I need you to have it. To help me cross that line into womanhood. To make me feel good, just like the other night. To hurt me and then make it better. To break me and then piece me back together by morning.
“Just like you, Saint, I bear no interest in leaving here with a full stomach. Not when the only thing I care to stuff right now is my pussy. With that very thick, very noticeable bulge between your legs.”
As vulgar and out of character the words and requests felt to me, they felt just as truthful and genuine.
“With all sincerity, I don’t plan on ending my night without experiencing you. Fully. I am still famished, Saint. Parched. And,it’s only you who can replenish me. Feed me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. Reduce me to a mere thread of your linen. I want to be completely and utterly unraveled.
“I want to be held. I want to be touched. I want to be sucked. I want to call out to the heavens because it hurts so good to me. I don’t want anyone else to do that for me but you. You said I’m not one to take risks, but I want to bare it all tonight. Skin to skin. Meat to meat.
