Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(134)
He growls as he kisses me this time, and I’m whimpering into him as he pulls me into his lap. His cock presses against my wetness, and then he’s pushing inside, bare and without anything between us as I slowly slide all the way down his length until he’s completely inside of me.
“Fuck, Quinn.” He gasped into my mouth, and I can feel him throbbing inside as I slowly begin to slide up and down on his thickness.
We take our time, on that balcony. It’s slow, and it’s tender, and it’s like the gradual build of a tidal wave as we rock together in the current of one shared breath, one shared heartbeat, and two people moving as one. And the realization hits me right before I come that I’ve never done this before; because this is something new altogether.
This is making love.
And with that, the whole world shatters around me. I’m clawing at his shoulders and throwing my head back to the moonlit sky as I come crashing into him, feeling him shudder as he falls right over that cliff’s edge with me, filling me with his heat.
We stay in that position, me straddling his lap, him still inside of me, and my name dropping quietly from his lips as the stars glow above us; and in that moment, I know we’re untouchable.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Logan
“Logan!” She hisses, giggling and half-heartedly pushing me away as I try and slide my hand down the front of her pants. She bites her lip and rolls her eyes as my fingers find her slit, already soaking wet and heated despite her all-for-show protests. “We can’t, what about the pilots?”
I can’t quite tell if the look of genuine worry on her face that we’re going to get caught is more adorable or more just plain hot, but I decide on the latter as I slip a finger against her soft opening and watch her shiver with desire as I start to slide inside. “What about the pilots?” I murmur into her ear, loving the way she squeezes her eyes shut and lets her mouth hang open just enough to be insanely sexy without her even realizing.
“They might-” She whimpers as I push my finger deep inside and start to curl it against her sensitive spot just inside as my thumb begins to tease over her clit. “They might see us!”
“Well I sure fucking hope not, because they’re supposed to be seeing where the hell we’re flying, not peeping back here.” I start to stroke my fingers in and out of her wetness, feeling my own cock throbbing rock hard inside my pants as she coos and makes these insanely hot moaning sounds as she rocks her hips against me. I start to unbutton her pants with my other hand, my tongue dancing over hers as I slide them off of her ass along with her panties and push them to the floor. My mouth moves down to her jaw, teasing and nipping at the skin there as I suck on her collarbone.
“Oh God,” she moans, and as she opens her legs wider for me, I can feel the pent up desire inside practically explode out of me. I still don’t even quite know what it is about this girl that drives me so fucking wild, but I do know that I can’t get enough of her. I know that touching her and tasting her, and filling her with every inch my cock is just about everything I ever want to do for the rest of my life.
I growl as I tear her shirt off over her head followed quickly by my own, and she’s kicking her pants off as I kneel in front of her, grab her roughly by the backs of her thighs, and shove her legs up over my shoulders. Quinn cries out as I drag my tongue through her wetness, teasing across her opening and swirling around her clit. Her panties are still tangled around her ankles, and with her legs up like that and her head thrown back, it’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I abandon the slow teasing for deep powerful drags with my tongue, coaxing her higher and higher as I lick her faster and wildly. She grabs at my hair, the sounds of her moans and gasps filling the cabin so much so that I actually start to wonder if the pilots will actually hear us.
Something actually strikes me then. There’s something that tugs at the instincts carved deep into my being from years of fighting to survive. From the Marines and war, and even from working with Blackriver. After years of conflict - years of sleeping with a weapon under your pillow and years of listening for that one twig snap or hint of a scent on the wind that can mean death around the corner, some things just strike you funny.
Like, for instance, the fact that my normally chatty pilots have been entirely silent since we got on the plane. Or the fact that we’re slowly descending barely an hour into the trip.
Yeah, something isn’t right, that much I can tell even if I don’t know what it is. Quinn looks down at me shyly, her cheeks red and her eyes wide as she starts to open her mouth, probably to ask me why the hell I’ve stopped.