His spine arched and his body contorted for his mouth to meet the round pebble. His breath against my skin was like a silk blanket cast over my entire body.
“Uhhhh.”
He took me into his mouth.
In.
Out.
“Sai– Saint–”
Like a contortionist, his freehand slid between us. His thumb pressed my sensitivity button. I gasped in disbelief at the overstimulation I was subjected to. It was beautiful. It was heightening. It was fleeting. And, it was good. I chased the high he was intending for me to have, rocking my hips against him.
In.
Out.
He was massive. He pushed into my walls, separating them each time they tried reconnecting. He parted my pussy like the Red Sea. From my broken hymen and flood gates opening, I’m sure that’s exactly where Saint assumed he was.
“Mmmm. Mmmmm– Uhhhhhh.”
His name signified his entitlement.Saint. He was far from it, and so was I. Still, I knew he deserved to be there. To be here. He was next to Godly in my book. Though it wasn’t the bible, it was my life’s log. I’d mark him down as the second man to walk across waters.My waters.
In.
Out.
“Plea—please.”
“Goddamn, baby.” Saint’s deep grunts were sending me to new heights.
My stomach and chest caved simultaneously. The knots doubled as my body numbed all over. I reached thepointeof no return. I was hoisted all the way in the air. Not physically.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Sexually.
Intimately.
My soul climbed out of my body and touched the ceiling. Saint’s was right there next to mine.
“Fuck, baby, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
***
Water cascadeddown our bodies as we stood underneath the showerhead. No words. No nothing. Just the swaying of our bodies from one side to the other. My head rested on Saint’schest. His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me closer.
Chest to back.
The tunes from my new playlist played softly in the background. This moment was enough for me. It was rich. It was warm. It was comforting. It was affirming. It was quiet. It was loud. It was still. It was slow. It was grounding.
“How do you feel, Mellow?”
“Comfortable,” I admitted.
Saint rubbed his hand up my stomach, stopping at my neck. He wrapped his fingers around and pushed my chin upward with the back of his hand. I opened for him, welcoming him inside my mouth.
