“Full submission–mentally and physically. I don’t want a single doubt to ever enter my head about your leadership and your promises of forever after tonight. I’m ready to seal our fate. Fuse our connection. Can you help me, Saint?”
He didn’t bat a lash. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t make a sound. Yet, he stood on his feet and took me by the hand. Slowly, he led me to the door we’d come through, down the stairs, and out of the front door ofYama.
And, then, suddenly, my breath was taken and my lips were stinging. Our mouths collided. Saint pulled back almost instantly.
“Is this how every date will start for us?” He groaned, still holding me closely.
“Next time, but this is how they will end.”
He nodded, exhaling. “Fair enough, Mellow.”
Everything was happening in slow motion, but still I felt as though I was speeding through an unfamiliar vortex. My lungs, limbs, and lips were moving, yet I felt nothing. Heard nothing. Knew nothing. While simultaneously feeling everything. Hearing everything. Knowing everything.
Nothing subsided until my heels tapped against the freshly polished wood. The whirlwind I was trapped inside of stopped spinning. My vision cleared and there I was.
Standing in the middle of a newly constructed home.
Standing in the middle of his home.
Feeling so small.
Feeling so large.
Feeling so good.
Feeling so warm.
Hot.
Heated.
Scorched.
I swallowed, trying to rewet my dry throat. From behind, Saint’s arm circled my waist. He planted his nose against my neck and inhaled deeply. His right hand slid down the front of my skirt, lifting it with a flick of his wrist. It rose without hesitation, creeping up my legs and butt cheeks.
With ease, he maneuvered my soggy thong, pushing it aside. Labored breathing forced my head against his chest. The moment his cool fingers grazed my clit, my nostrils swelled. I sealed my eyelids and prayed my climax was swift. Because, I’d been needing it like I did my next breath.
“Saii–nt,” I whimpered as he pressed his thumb against my clit and dug into me with his index and middle fingers.
“Welcome home, love.”
His thumb massaged me externally. His fingers massaged me internally. I didn’t stand much of a chance. But, I didn’t want one either. I wanted to be bent up, burned out, and unable to hold my own body weight by the time I made it to sleep tonight.
“Mmmmm– Mmmmm– Mmm.”
I’d waited for this moment. The last thing I wanted was for Saint to hold back or take it easy on me. I employed him to loosen me up and stretch me out. The return of my walls would be glorious. Right now, I needed them separated.
In the warmest way.
In the worst way.
In a good way.
In a memorable way.
In all ways.
“Ohhhhhh yesssssss.”
