Page 19 of Shattered Saint
“Yes,” was the only word I could form as I watched him move one of his arms toward his back and pull his shirt off in one smooth motion. I was now left wondering if that might have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but Easton didn’t give me too long to host the debate with myself.
“Strip. I want the rest of your clothes off.” His voice was nothing more than a harsh whisper, as if he was struggling to maintain his sanity.
My hands shook slightly as they made their way to the clasp that held my bra closed. I was slightly distracted by his hands as they made their way to his waistband. I was momentarily paralyzed when I watched him unbuckle his belt with one hand. As he undid his pants, his eyes never diverted to anything else, like they were searching for something within me.
After he was left in only a pair of black boxer briefs, he said, “Bianca?”
The way my name flowed off his tongue was like a warm caress, but also served as a warning that I was supposed to be doing something as well. I shrugged my shoulders to get a better angle on my bra, forcing one of the straps to fall slightly. Easton watched the strap before I undid my clasp. Before the bra could fall, I moved my hands so I could secure the bra to my chest.
“I want to see you. Every part of you. You never need to think or fear that you have to hide from me.”
A sharp inhale was my response to Easton’s declaration. It took a couple of seconds for me to comply and let the piece of clothing fall from my chest and down to the floor.
Easton swallowed hard. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
A flush appeared across my body as his words warmed me, but when he walked toward me and pulled me into his arms, it felt as if my body had gone up in flames. He backed me up until my legs hit the bed and I fell back. He watched as my breasts jiggled from the motion and his gaze darkened even more. I watched as he climbed onto the bed with me, his body hovering over mine.
He briefly kissed my lips again and I could feel my panties growing wetter by the second. He left a trail of kisses along my neck and jaw, finding a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. I gasped and arched into his touch, wanting more of what he was willing to give. When I felt his cock brush up against me, my eyes widened. It was as if it was teasing me about what was to come, and while I was nervous, I also couldn’t wait.
His hands made their way to my breasts. He played with my nipples until they turned hard as pebbles, before sticking one of them into his mouth. The sensations that coursed through me weren’t like anything I’d felt before. He took his time, making sure to give equal attention to both tits. I closed my eyes as I embraced everything that he was doing to me. It felt so good that I could cry.
“Do you want this to be fast or slow?”
I was surprised at his question. Images of having a significant other that made love to you slowly and tried to ease the pain of losing one’s virginity appeared and quickly vanished from my mind. Part of me wanted to save and savor every second of this moment, but the other part of me was desperate for him right now.
“Fast,” I said with more confidence than I felt.
“I was hoping you would say that. Spread your legs.”
With no preamble, he moved one hand down my body where it rested on my panties. As I took another breath, he moved his hand to give himself more access to my pussy. When I thought that he might continue to play with me over my panties, he changed things up. He wasted no time in moving them to the side.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he said. “I need a taste.”
Easton quickly did away with my panties and moved his body so that he was positioned between my legs. It wasn’t until our eyes connected that he bent down and laid a kiss on my inner thigh before moving to the other.
I trembled in anticipation of what he was going to do next.
He ran a finger up and down my slit before slipping one digit into my pussy. I gasped at the intrusion. He waited a beat before he began to move. My back arched in response as I gripped the sheets to give my hands something to do. He pulled his finger out just before he ran his tongue along my clit. No matter how hard I tried to fight every emotion I felt, I failed. I ended up crying out instead, letting Easton know the effect he was having on me.
This time I was the one to break our eye contact because I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go of the sheets and my hands found their way into Easton’s hair, anchoring his mouth to my cunt.
He gave me what I wanted and then some before he suddenly stopped. I froze before I opened my eyes and found him standing at the end of the bed digging through his pants. He produced his wallet and then quickly grabbed the condom that he must have stashed in there.
I watched as he pulled down his boxer briefs and my eyes widened at the sight. How was that going to fit—
My thoughts died as Easton climbed back on the bed with a wrapper in hand. Once he covered himself with the condom, I held my breath in an effort to hide how anxious I was.
This was it. This was really happening.
“Is this what you want?”
I took in a deep breath. “Yes. Absolutely. One hundred and fifty percent.”
I moved my legs slightly to give him more room, which he wholeheartedly took. He rubbed his dick up and down my slit before I felt the head of his cock slide just past my entrance. He waited a moment before he sunk into me, his eyes following my every move.
My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure I felt turned into pain. I was afraid to open my eyes because of what I might see on his face. My body tensed up and I bit back the cry I wanted to shout out. There was no way I was going to be able to hide from him a second longer.
“Look at me,” his voice made it sound as if he was barely holding on.
