“There you go,” he says in a voice that makes my whole body light up. “Just let me do what I need to.”

I bury my face in the blankets, hips tilting up to meet his touch. It shouldn’t be this good. It shouldn’t. But all it takes is him pushing a finger inside of me to not focus on that so much. It doesn’t matter what should or shouldn’t be happening because one finger is enough to make my ass sing, and I’m so ready for him that I rock back onto it. It’s a lot easier with the lube than spit, but it’s different. I dream of the day we can spend an entire weekend doing just this.

“You have no idea how sexy this looks,” he says, voice a low rumble. “You’re sucking me in. So hungry for it.”

“I need it.”

A second finger joins the first, stretching more than last time, but I love it. Love the fullness and want more. I’m mildly concerned that I’ll never be satisfied, but I’ve never felt like this before. Never wanted someone more than I wanted my next breath.

He leans in, and the warm swipe of his tongue joins his fingers. His fingers fuck into me slowly as his tongue does the rest. Licking and sucking, slipping inside and stretching me open, getting me ready to take him.

That’s the part that’s really turning me on. Him prepping me to use. It’s rearranged the chemicals in my brain to the point it’s all I can focus on.

“I need your cock,” slips past my lips way sooner than I thought it would. I always knew I’d end up begging, but I thought I could hold out at least a few more minutes than this. Not with St. Clare though. That man has me twisted and unfocused, my whole body a snappy live wire, waiting for him to amp up the sparks. “Please.”

He laughs, pulling back, and this time when he presses his fingers inside, the stretch is deeper. I can feel him opening me, softening me, and I try to relax to make it easier on him, but I’m so fucking keyed up.

“I think you’re ready.”

“Thank fuck,” I grunt.

He pulls his fingers out and thwacks my ass cheek. The sharp pain is almost too much, but a second after it hits, it goes from painful to pure fucking heat. I slip my hand beneath myself to wrap around my cock.

The friction is barely enough relief to calm me down, and I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Putting on the condom.”

“It’s taking forever.”