Sweet CEO’s First Love - Chapter 47

Saint licked Heart’s bottom lip sucking the plump, juicy bit inside his mouth, his hips pressed repeatedly into Heart’s thrusting slowly against him and Heart could clearly tell he was fully hard through the thin satin fabric. Heart swallowed, his mouth felt itchy at the back and he noticed that Saint’s breathing had grown shallow, and thready.

“Ah,” the moan escaped his lips before he could even protest, and his own jumped up eagerly. Heart blushed lightly with desire.

Saint looked at Heart.

“I dunno when you got so controlling but I like it.”

“I think it’s only fair I return the favor,” Saint growled and wrapped both arms around Heart and flipped him over on the bed.

Heart flopped against the covers, his beautiful wavy hair flopping all over the place entangling with the white blankets. The cracks and crevices of the thick material swallowing up some of its fluffy and delicate beauty.

He frowned and Heart looked at him curiously.

“What’s the matter? Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” Saint’s voice was thick and heavy an almost purr to it.

“But first,”

“Saint grabbed Heart’s left hand into the palm of His right hand. And brought it to his head, then very gently so as not to use so much strength, he slid both of their hands through Heart’s hair together.

The feeling of the silky smooth, light brown hair running through his fingers was delectable and a soft ripple of delight ran through his spine knowing that the sensations he was experiencing Heart was experiencing too.

He smirked lightly from the expression on Heart’s face. It looked like he was holding his breath, enjoying the moment, and hoping it would never end.

Their hands slid out of his hair and onto the blankets and Heart looked saddened by its ending, but Saint couldn’t control himself anymore.

His hand slid further and his right hand grasped Heart’s right. He slid the right one up to meet the left, then let go with his left hand and clutching both of Heart’s hands in one of his, easily pinning both arms above him with the sheer strength in one of his own.

Saint’s right hand reached down and rested gently on Heart’s bare stomach where the shirt had ripped from. The feel of his smooth large hand against the cool of his belly was as relaxing as it was intoxicating.

Saint pressed lower, each fingertip, like, a million licks of fire running down the supple elasticity of his flesh as they traveled lower until it was on the button of his pants. Heart watched Saint like a hawk, watched him lose control, watched him press into the small natural movements Heart’s body made, eating them up greedily, his face twisted with delight and he popped the button open to Hearts jeans. Saint’s body tingled and burned with desire and he hoped the feeling’s Heart was experiencing was as electric as it was for him.

“If you asked me a few months ago, or a year ago if I would find someone in this world who could fix this broken man I was I would have said it was impossible.”

“But now I realize I didn’t need fixing, I needed to be broken further.”

“I think I want to try playing with our pieces.” He purred, then unzipped Hearts zipper slowly. Heart struggled a little and Saint let go of his hands, Heart’s hands went straight for Saint’s pants and instead of slipping them inside this time he ripped at the button popping it open and pulling the zipper down.

“Then play.” He growled the invitation and that was all that Saint could bear.

Saint bent down and kissed his neck as if he was drinking sweetly from it. Moving along his throat as he stroked Heart’s full hard-on through his boxer briefs for a moment before grabbing all of it and pulling it off him greedily.

Heart’s cock danced up and down in freedom, glistening drops of pre-cum dripping down onto his exposed V’line, as it wiggled searching for Saint again. Saint grabbed it happily, giving it what it wanted, to slip his hand back around his fully erect cock caressing it roughly, he raked his fingertips across the hot, sensitive skin electing soft little mews of helpless abandon out of Heart.

Heart gasped. His eyes fluttered and he pushed his head back into the bed and Saint smiled, pleased at the waves of pleasure that he induced in him. Heart shivered and thrust hungrily into Saint’s hand, his eyes closed as he enjoyed himself. Saint leaned forward, his hot breath tickled against Heart’s chest and he blew gently on Hearts erect, nipple.

He lowered his lips the remaining space, and encircled the excited bud with his lips, swishing his tongue across it.

“Saint!” Heart moaned euphorically as his body shuddered and shivered

Saint sucked harder than, his teeth grazed the tip, and bit down.

Heart cried out, panting with excitement. Saint raised his head to look at Heart, he saw the desperate reflection of himself inside them, but he saw that same desire ravaging Heart and couldn’t hold back the desire to ravage him with more than just emotions.

He could tell Heart knew he was desperate, like a wild animal barely holding back. But he didn’t seem scared, just excited about what could happen next on this journey together.

‘The prey is staring intensely into the eyes of the beast, wondering what the next delectable moment could be. Poor innocent, I have waited from that day in the bathroom when a lightning bolt shot through me the moment we touched. I have known since that moment I had to have you.’ Saint couldn’t help but wonder at his bravery and stupidity.

“You have got to be the sexiest, the cutest, the most gullible, naïve, gorgeous man I have ever met, and I want to devour every inch of you.” Saint purred as his breath tickled across Heart’s skin.

“You know, my pants come off next, right?” He smirked as he asked the question.

“Yes.”

“And if you don’t hurry up and pull them off, I will.” Heart agreed.

Saint grinned.

‘You cheeky brat.’