My heavy eyes linger on my beautiful Italian beast as he hooks his thumbs into the side waistbands of his black boxer briefs and teases me by holding an agonizing pause. There’s just something so sexy about watching Saint—a man so masculine and alpha-like—undress in front of me. I chew on my lower lip, wondering how the hell I’m going to let go of him at the end of the summer and we haven’t even fucked yet.
Saint’s gaze roams across my entire body, half of it submerged in the relaxing flower bubble bath, desire pooling when those ocean eyes finally meet my honey browns. I’m so ready for this. Ready for him. Ready to let my heart flutter free.
One Californian summer.
One beautifully forbidden older man.
One flower-addicted eighteen-year-old woman.
What could go wrong?
I could fall.
I could fall deeply in love with this man. Who am I kidding? I already have.
Saint slips off his boxer briefs and my gaze darkens as his gorgeous, hard, thick cock slaps against his stomach. He’s so beautiful, so big. Precum glistens over his velvety tip, gliding down the length of his shaft that pulses the second I rub my thighs together in the bath.
Oh. My. God.
I grin as Saint steps forward and into the free-standing oversized bathtub. The warm water that blankets my skin laps as he sits up with his back resting on the adjacent side of the tub. Saint holds his hand out and I clasp it, using it to push me forward and lay my front on top of his naked torso and between his legs. The feeling of his erection against my stomach is new and thrilling.
We’re skin to skin, face to face, heartbeat against heartbeat, laced in bubbles and blossom-filled waters. A large window beside us outlooks the beautiful ocean and midnight sky. I never want this to end.
I’m inches from Saint’s lips, loving how vibrant flower heads of all kinds float around us in the bathtub and the sweet holistic scent of them and us. Roses. Lilies. Marigolds. Geraniums. Brushing my hands up his warm torso, I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and my breasts press harder against his chest, loving how his right hand slowly glides down my spine and rests on my lower back. His left hand rests between us, his thumb softly caressing my jaw before it settles beneath my chin and tilts it up, guiding me closer to him.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much those words touched me. I will never forget how much that piece of poetry means to me. To us,” Saint whispers, glancing between my eyes. “Thank you, wildflower.”
“You don’t need to thank me. It came from my heart.”
Saint grins. “You have a heart of gold, baby. You know that?”
I smile, not remembering another time where I was this happy.
We stay like this for what feels like forever, in our own kind of warm embrace that allows stress to fade away and hope to fill its absence. We’re so calm here soaking in the bath like this. It’s the perfect escape. The perfect calm. The perfect reset as I breathe in his sandalwood scent alongside the flowers and my heart feels content.
This is what it’s all about.
Butterflies are still fluttering in the pit of my stomach at the piece of poetry I gifted Saint. I felt so vulnerable handing him over the ‘Oceans of Us’ poetry piece, but vulnerable in the best way because now he can see exactly what I’m feeling. Every word I wrote, I meant.
Saint brushes his soft lips against mine. “Nobody has ever done something like this for me before.”
“Then let me be the exception.”
Saint smiles so damn beautifully, as if he’s baring all his secrets within the confines of the space between us. “I think you already are.”
“You think or know?” I breathe.
“Know. I’ve known for a long time but was just too scared to admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That I’ve drowned… that I’ve drowned in the oceans of us too.”
Our lips collide and it’s the most tender kiss I’ve ever experienced with Saint before. Our tongues explore each other so passionate and slow, so breathtaking and raw. This isn’t a frantic lust-sick kiss. This is the type of kiss memories are made out of.
Saint’s hands glide down to my hips, and he pushes me up to straddle his waist. The action has me smiling through the kiss because I’m so goddamn aroused and so desperately know what I want to happen next. With the way we both groan when his thick length slowly glides over my lower stomach and throbbing pussy, never entering, I know he wants this too.
When we pull away and our foreheads rest together, I shut my eyes and whisper, “I want you, Saint. All of you. Limitless.”
“Are you sure you want this, Paisley? Are you sure it’s with me you want to lose this part of yourself with? Lord knows I’m not strong enough to stop now, but I will if this is too much. At any point if it’s too much, tell me and I will stop.”
“Yes, I want this with you. I’ve never been more certain in my life. I trust you so much. I want you to make love to me.”
Saint’s stubble grazes against my cheek as he kisses my neck. “You know I don’t make love.”
Cupping his jaw, I open my eyes and pull him back, so we’re face to face again. That’s better. My lips part, brushing against his and hot breath escapes. “Make the exception.”
Saint’s eyes are hooded when he looks at me again. A tender longing laces them.
The slow, sexy smirk deepens on his lips. “Okay.”
My heart squeezes as I smile back.
See, a romantic.
We kiss and a soft moan escapes my throat when he slips one hand from my waist and slowly traces down underwater to between my spread thighs. I’m so sensitive and eager for him that my hips buck forward the second he circles his thumb over my clit. The warmth of the water, his smooth skin, and the flowers I feel hitting my skin make this moment even more of an oasis from the world.
My breath begins to escape me as he continues swirling before driving three fingers into my sex, just like earlier today but much calmer. It’s as if he’s making love to my pussy first with his talented fingers, making love with every inch of me like this before he becomes the first man to explore me uninhibited.
Saint slowly rocks his fingers in and out of my pussy for a few minutes, our kiss deepening with every wave of losing control that ripples through me. The desire intensifies. The orgasm builds. I’m on the brink of coming undone for the third time in a few hours.
“Saint,” I breathe, my lips parting from his when I know I’m close. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it, babydoll. Give in to it. Give in to me,” Saint murmurs. “Come for me because I want to make love to you right here while you’re still falling down from heaven.”
His words have me absolutely losing it. My sex tightens around his fingers and then I’m falling, falling into a world full of Saint as I whisper his name again and again as I let go with my nails raking down the back of his neck.
“Baby, you’re so ready for me,” Saint moans against my lips as I begin to recover. His hand wraps around the base of his hard cock, half of it submerged in the bathwater, while some of his length and his glistening head are above it, covered in precum. I so badly want to wrap my lips around it and suck him. I’m completely mesmerized as he gives himself a solid stroke up his length before brushing his thumb over the head, spreading his precum around.
Well, fuck. This is so hot.
I’m such a desperate hot mess as I continue to watch in awe as my pussy’s throbs turn more intense. I feel even more turned on than a second ago and that can’t be possible because I’m so wet it’s unreal.
Saint’s darkened eyes meet mine with a half smirk as he halts touching himself. “God, I want to feel your tongue swirl over the head of my cock so badly. Go on, I know you want to, my bad girl. Just for a little while, ’cause I’m about three seconds away from making love to you and want to feel that tongue on me first.”
Mind reader.
As much as I want to bring him pleasure, this sudden panic halts me. My inexperience. What if I do something wrong with my mouth against his cock? What if I don’t satisfy his needs?
“I want that more than anything, but as you know I’ve never… What if I don’t do it as good as you want and—”
My words turn into a gasp when Saint possessively unwraps my right hand from around his neck and instead guides it down to grip his thick cock. His hand that covers mine squeezes down, which has me replicating the action on his length and my jaw drops in desire at the loud moan that escapes Saint, all while his piercing blue eyes never leave mine.
Fuck. He’s so big and thick, so beautifully smooth, so hard like steel.
“Do you feel how hard I am, Paisley? Hmmm, do you?” Saint sexily growls. “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my entire life and it’s all because of you. All because of how damn crazy both you and your body make me, and you think you can’t satisfy me? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I may be the first man who’s ever seen you like this, but you’re such a fucking natural it makes me want to spank you.”
“Do it.”
I squeal, letting out a chorus of giggles when Saint slaps my ass underwater before whispering in my lips, “Suck me, Paisley. Lick and suck me before I make this gorgeous ass of yours turn red, and trust me, I won’t be making love to you after that. Instead, I’ll be fucking you so damn hard you’ll be screaming out my name and lose your voice as I fill you with come all fucking night. I’ll fill you until you’re overflowing, and our mixed orgasms are running down your thighs.”
Oh YES.
“You’re such a dirty boy.”
Saint winks and shoots me the most boyish cheeky smirk. “You like it. I know you do.”
I grin. “I do.”
Saint pulls the hand over mine away. I slightly push back from him and instead of straddling his waist, scoot a little back in the bathtub so I’m in child’s pose with my mouth positioned by his cock and my ass slightly in the air underwater. The water sloshes around. Our gazes lock as my tongue glides around his velvety head, loving the smoothness of it and the sexy breath that escapes Saint. “Jesus fucking Christ, Paisley. Oh fuck, yes, yes, keep doing that. Keep moving your pretty tongue on my cock like that. It’s as if you’re a fucking goddess mixed with the devil right now, sending me to both heaven and hell. Do you like it, babydoll? Do you like driving me this wild?”
“Mmhmmm.”
“Me too. Fuuuuck. This is where good girl meets bad girl, isn’t that right, babydoll?”
Smirking, I eagerly glide my hand up and down his length, like I watched him do moments before, and nod. I widen my tongue and lick up his precum, softly sucking on his sensitive head for a brief moment as I swallow his warm and slightly salty precum.
“Mmmm, so good, Saint.”
“Suck me, baby. Good girl. Just like that, just like… oh.” Saint’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head in pleasure, and it makes me happy that I can give this to him. It makes me happy that although he’s such a dominant man, right now he’s allowing me to control him.
I need to squeeze my legs together to ease the throbbing between my thighs, but it only intensifies when I pick up a floating red rose petal and slowly let it run up and down Saint’s full length, even through the bubbles and beneath the water, so the sensation deepens. Using flowers on Saint in this kind of way… I can’t even describe the thrill it gives me.
It’s so hot.
“Oh, fuck me,” Saint groans, tipping his head back, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down as he starts swearing in Italian. I giggle as I let go of the petal and his hard cock pulses in my grip. Even more precum beads and leaks down his length in such a sexy kind of way that has my mouth watering at the pure sight. Adamant to taste him before it hits the water, I lean closer and lick him all the way up to his tip that’s pooling even more arousal.
He’s so responsive to me.
“That’s it, I need to feel you on my cock right now.” That’s all Saint can seem to take before he reels me back to him and water splashes everywhere from the sudden movement as I straddle his waist again, this time our sexes grazing even more against each other so teasingly.
I laugh, looking deep into his deep blue eyes, and bite my lip. “So eager, hmm?”
“Very.” Saint smiles warmly. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod. Just under a year ago I was put on them due to menstrual irregularity issues.
Hands still on my hips, Saint’s thumbs slowly caress the junction between my hips and start of my thighs. It’s so relaxing and I really enjoy how slow we’re easing into sex, like we have all the time in the world and Saint is making sure everything is perfect for me. For us.
“I’m clean, but if you’d prefer me to get a condom first, I will.”
“No, I trust you. I want to feel you with no barriers in between.”
“Okay.” Saint pecks my lips. “Guess this will be a first for both of us. I’ve never not used one before.”
Grinning, my eyes widen. “Really?”
“Mhmmm.” He chuckles. “So don’t worry, it’s not just you with a first tonight.”
“Oh, so in a way I’m one of your firsts too, Saint Lisconti?”
“That’s exactly right, Paisley Reign.”
Giggling, I gulp down the little jitters at the back of my throat because this is such a big moment for me. I never thought my greatest fantasies could come true with Saint, like they are tonight.
What if I completely freeze up?
What if I do or say something that ruins everything?
What if I orgasm in like five seconds, or worse, I’m too tight he can’t even fit?
Saint must notice I’m getting a little frazzled because he says, “You okay, Pais?”
“Of course. I’m just… I’m just a little nervous that I’ll ruin the moment, that’s all.”
“Hey, look at me, baby,” Saint murmurs, slowly rubbing his thumb over my lower lip, and he smiles affectionately at me. “You don’t need to worry about a single thing. You’re not going to ruin anything. I promise. Be comfortable and confident and don’t be intimidated by the fact that this is your first time. Let it come to you naturally, just like it did when you were teasing my cock with your tongue seconds ago and I almost came. I’m going to take care of you, Paisley. I’m going to take care of you so well and make sure your first time is perfect and everything you’ve ever hoped for. It’s going to be beautiful and I’m going to be right here with you, right here… But if it isn’t about that and you now think this isn’t what you want, then that’s okay too. You know I would never force or blame you. If this isn’t what you truly want, we can stop and pretend nothing ever happened. Anything to make sure you feel safe and—”
I cut him off with a smile. “I always feel safe when I’m with you. This is what I want and it warms me so much how respectful and attentive you are. I trust you so much. I want this, Saint. I want you. I’ve wanted you for such a long time now, and although I know we’ve left a lot of questions unanswered, this feels so right. It feels so right giving it to you.”
Saint breathes out a sigh of relief and rests his forehead against mine. “You want me to make love to you, Paisley?”
“More than anything in the world. Make love to me, baby.”
Saint grins. “With pleasure, wildflower.”
And then he crashes his lips on mine, easing my every worry. He lifts my hips above the water, and I press my hands against his solid chest, breaking away from the kiss as we share a smile, and he glides his hard cock to my pussy. It feels so good. Too good. But the second Saint begins lowering me onto him, my nails almost dig into his chest at the slight pain.
Oh shit.
“Holy shit, you’re so tight, Pais.”
I wince, shutting my eyes to ease the slight ache because his head is not even fully inside me. Fuck.
Saint stops for a moment. “Paisley, look at me.”
I find his ocean blues swirling with concern. “You okay?”
“Yes, keep going.”
“Relax yourself for me, babydoll. Okay?”
“Okay. Just perhaps go a little slower on me, yeah?”
Saint bites his lower lip and nods. “Noted. Sorry, I got a little carried away.” His thumb softly rubs my sensitive clit and I smile, grateful it helps the pain subside as he pulls out of me and once again continues to slowly slip inside me.
My. God.
Is he… is he even going to fully fit?!
This is not the time to be shy, Paisley!
Saint gives me a slow, sexy smirk. “Don’t worry, Pais, I’m going to fit.”
My eyes widen. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“Because you said it out loud.”
I freeze up, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Oh NO.
My jaw drops, but instead of any awkwardness, laughter fills the space between us as he thrusts into me slowly and I’m filled with all of him, so deep and… oh wow.
This feeling is beyond… so beautiful.
Saint readjusts us slightly in the bathtub, so that although I’m straddling him, he’ll also be in control in a few seconds when my life will change forever with his hands on the side of my hips and ass like that. But for now, he pauses for a second and lets me get used to the sensation of him inside me.
The laughter is contagious.
This is what I love about Saint Lisconti most. He never makes me feel like a fool.
He never makes me feel broken or manipulates our deep connection.
Instead, he makes me feel seen. And that’s all I’ve ever needed.
I’m still giggling as I wrap my arms around his neck once more and the bath bubbles caress our skin, flowers floating on the warm water around our bodies and making this feel even more special. I love it.
Love how our reckless passion from earlier has melted into such deep tenderness and intimacy. Love the adoration in his eyes. Love how ready I am to give him all of me. Love all the different versions and layers and oceans of him and me.
Saint cups my jaw, his thumbs softly brushing over my flustered cheeks as he looks at me as if there’s nothing else in the world that matters.
“Don’t be shy, wildflower,” he whispers. “Don’t be shy, because I’m about to turn into the Saint of Sacramento for you.”
Saint
I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. Never felt this rush. This need. This desire to completely and utterly be in this moment with Paisley as I make love to her, our hips thrusting together in pure bliss in the midst of sex, perspiration, and water lapping around us as if we’re reaching heaven.
The emotions I’m feeling right now with Paisley are beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. As my lips trail across the warmth of her neck and collarbone, kissing and nipping the skin there, I groan as her hot pussy squeezes around my cock. I grip her hips tighter and pump into her deeper. At this stage I can’t even keep my eyes open from the building pleasure as my face falls between the junction of her neck and shoulders and I breathe in her sweet jasmine scent.
“Oh, Saint,” Paisley murmurs against my lips, tugging my hair as the erotic sound of our skin slapping together beneath the bathwater drives me even wilder. “This is… wow.”
“You’re such a good girl. Such a fucking good girl.”
My head tips back against the edge of the bathtub for a moment. I’m so lost in the tenderness and passion in each upward thrust, that for a second I lose it and increase my pace, my ass tensing with every moment as I slip in and out of her so quickly and frantically. I’m pounding into her like there’s no tomorrow. Paisley Reign may have been a virgin just a few minutes ago, but when I’m done with her, she’ll be a goddamn sinner.
Her moans urge me on and on. Deeper and deeper. Harder and faster. Squeezing her bouncing breasts together, I play around with her hard nipples with the pad of my thumbs, loving the way Paisley leans back and it allows me to drive into her deeper. Holy fuck, that feels so good. My cock is pulsing like crazy inside her, knowing it’s not long before I lose all control. Feeling her bare against me with no barriers only makes me want her to come right fucking now. I can’t wait to feel her quivers. I can’t wait to feel everything else that comes with it.
Fuck, I’m so damn close.
Paisley slides her hands through her hair and then over her mouth to muffle the sounds that escape her. The same sounds that have my cock pulsing even harder in her as I slow down my pace and my abs tense to control the growing waves of desire that only increase when she squeezes around my cock again.
“I’m so close, Saint.”
“I know you are, baby. Hold on a little longer,” I whisper against her lips when her arms wrap around my neck again, her gorgeous tits against my chest. “When we come, I want us to come together. At the… Oh, fuuuuck. I want us to come at the… Exact. Same. Moment. Okay?”
“Mmhmmm.”
The pace of my thrusts slows right down to a rhythm so tender because I want to preserve this moment. I want to continue making love to her tonight, just like she asked me to and just like we both crave. I have such an urgency to take her to my bedroom, lay her on my bed and fuck her from behind so hard the bed strings snap. But there’s plenty of time for soul-destroying fucking. Tonight I just want to feel her body against mine and be intimate with reminders of the people we are. I want to make love to her for all that we are. Right now all I want to do is stay wrapped around her and bring her the type of pleasure she never knew existed.
“Look at us, wildflower, look at how perfectly we connect.”
Our gazes fall between us to how beautifully her bare pussy rides my cock while I thrust up in and out of her. I’m coated in both of our arousal and the fact that we’re having sex in a bathtub filled with flowers is so fucking hot that I can feel my precum go crazy inside her.
“God,” Paisley moans, mesmerized by how well we connect. “It’s as if we were made for each other. You feel so good. Oh, yes. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
I’m making love for the first time in my life to an eighteen-year-old woman who’s so goddamn young and responsive. It’s so addictive. Her stamina is incredible and she’s meeting my every thrust with so much ease. She’s a fucking goodness destroying my cock and mind, one second at a time.
I can’t believe how intimate this moment truly is between us. How we go from holding each other strongly for life, to soft caresses and lingering touches. It’s so sensual between us that when Paisley grins and I grin back, there’s this warmth in my chest I can barely describe. All I know is that it’s there.
I kiss her neck again before looking back up at those honey-brown eyes. “You feel so good against me. So bare. So beautiful.”
Paisley grins so beautifully, I take my hands off her hips and instead cup her face. My fingers crave tracing every detail of her grin. The soft smile lines that surface at the highest point of her lips… those soft plump lips… the way infectious laughter falls from them when she kisses my finger. It has me chuckling with her. My joyous soul that’s already so full intensifies to a limit I never deemed possible. Full of true happiness. Passion. Trust.
Laughter is one of my turn-ons, and with Paisley it always comes from a place so pure and genuine.
“Come puoi essere così bella?” I whisper, every single part of me on fire and addicted to feeling so damn insatiable with her. “How can you be this beautiful, hmm? Tell me, baby.”
“Stop it.” Paisley laughs, the soft warm glow of the candles flickering across her face. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Not just any girl. Only you,” I whisper, speeding up my thrusts a little when Paisley starts to moan uncontrollably and her body begins to quiver in my hold. Seeing Paisley like this, so close to losing control with all the flowers around us… it makes me want this more than I’ve ever wanted. “How are you feeling, babydoll?”
“Like I’m in heaven,” she pants, pressing her cheek up against mine, and we turn to face the picture window and midnight scenic views. Dark ocean waves crash back to shore, replicating the heartbeat in my chest as I edge us closer and closer to complete bliss.
“Then let me take you there, baby girl. Let me take you to heaven.”
And then I press my lips on hers and kiss Paisley with everything I have inside me. The passion intensifies as I grind my hips harder and pound into her deeper and deeper until I’m swallowing her loud moans and her entire body is trembling in my grip, on the edge of her orgasm. The second I begin to vigorously circle her clit with my thumb while I make love to her like the world depends on it, Paisley pulls away from my lips and her mouth forms a huge O.
Those darkened eyes meet mine in so much lust and pleasure, I can barely think straight through my own moans. “I can’t hold on any longer, Saint. I’m going to come all over your pretty cock. Yesss. Saint… Saint… Saint!”
My heavy balls tighten hearing her say my name like that… with so much seduction, and I cup her face, our gazes never falling as moans fill my throat too and I fuck her harder than I ever have before. “I’m right here with you, Paisley. Right fucking here.”
The bathwater and flowers splash around us like crazy and it only prompts me to thrust even deeper and my hips swiveling in half circles as I drive into her mercilessly. Paisley can’t stop making all these sexy sounds that I feel right around my pulsing cock, even more so when I recklessly rub her clit and our air turns into short lust-filled breaths as we continue to make love so sensually—our firsts colliding into one first together.
Eyes locked, Paisley screams out my name and just like that her throbbing pussy clenches down around my cock and she’s orgasming hard. Quivering, she comes violently and the way she gushes around me has me moaning out her name and before I know it, I’m coming apart right here with her and explode, ropes of my warm cum filling her good and long. I continue thrusting until she squeezes my cock so hard, she’s milking me clean. We’re both sated and lost in each other and I can’t stop telling her how beautiful she is.
Fuck, that was something else.
Holding on to each other with grins, pants fill the space between us as we slowly come down from our highs. “Fuck. That was incredible, Paisley. You’re incredible.”
“Most beautiful moment of my life. I’ll never forget the people we are tonight.”
“Good, because I won’t either, wildflower.”
Once we’ve settled down, the first thing I do is kiss Paisley slowly, showing her just how grateful I am for how intimate we’ve become and how much I fucking appreciate her in my life. We pull away grinning and I kiss her cheek slowly, noticing how glassy her eyes are.
“Happy tears. I’m just so glad it was you, Saint,” she murmurs, glancing between my eyes. “So, so glad.”
I hold on to Paisley tighter, feeling her words right to the core, and it warms my entire heart. I kiss her tears away and when I slowly pull out of her, Paisley spins around and the water sloshes. It brings me solace as she lays her back against my front and my arms protectively wrap around her waist, her own covering mine. Our gazes flicker to the ocean views outside the window and as I look out at the world, a feeling that I haven’t felt in forever emerges…
Hope.
Paisley holds up my right hand and after a slight pause traces her pointer finger over my white scar. This time I don’t pull away. I allow her to feel the full depths of me, without the heavy breaths or tensed-up body. I feel completely at ease with her caressing the mark of my past. Completely free to show her all of me as she brings my hand to her mouth and slowly kisses every inch of the scar.
My heart has never felt this warm. Ever.
“Thank you for allowing me in,” Paisley whispers against my scar. “Thank you for showing me all of you. Thank you for being Saint Lisconti, the greatest man I know.”
I trail my fingers over Paisley’s soft skin, loving just how much this embrace speaks volumes. It fills the void of the comfortable silence between us… sensual intimacy… trust… devotion. Everything I thought I never wanted I have right here in my arms.
Paisley’s changing me.
Changing me for the better.
“Anything for you, tesoro.” I kiss the side of her head and smile into her hair, breathing in that jasmine scent I don’t see myself living without. Not now. “Anything for you.”
