A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

I move my hands from her arse to the front of her shorts. I unfasten the button and tug them, and her knickers, down her legs. They drop to the floor and I kick them away as she reaches for her top, pulling it over her head.

I pull her forward so her lower back is against the couch arm, her bottom hanging over the edge. I drop to my knee and plant her feet on my shoulders. Her legs are sprawled wide. “You have a way of bringing men to their knees.”

Her body shudders and a moan leaves her mouth when my tongue slowly drags upward through her center. “Ohh.”

I sweep my tongue up and down before changing the motion to a circular movement over her clit. I push two of my fingers in with my hand turned palm side up, and use them to stroke her on the inside.

Turning Bleu on turns me on. This sometimes means I’m not always aware of how fast I’m moving. In this case, it’s a good thing. “That feels … SO good, like a fluttering butterfly in just the right spot. Don’t stop.”

I wouldn’t dare stop. I love licking Bleu until she comes. “I am so close.” There’s only one thing I love more than making my Bonny Bleu come—that’s knowing I’m the only one to ever have done it.

I alternate the suction and release of her clit until she arches her back and cries out. “Oh God! Right there. Just like that.” I feel her inner body spasm around my fingers and she calls out my name. “Ohhh, Sin!” Her legs tense, her toes digging into my shoulders.

Then all goes lax and I know my lass is in post-orgasm bliss. “Good?”

She’s wiggled down so she’s inverted with her head on the couch cushion. Her eyes are closed and they remain that way. “Mmm-hmm,” she moans.

She isn’t talking. That means it was very good for her. Perfect.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it into the pile of clothes. I unfasten my trousers and push them away before wrapping my hands around her hips to hold her in place. “My turn now.”

I enter her fast and hard. She always has the same reaction. Gasp. Tense. Relax. I’m quite fond of all three.

I grasp the soles of her feet and push her legs back and apart. I move in and out of her slowly because the position is so intense. I love the way it feels but I’m a little afraid of hurting her; it feels much deeper than ever before. “Does this feel good for you?”

She smiles up at me, biting her bottom lip. “Mmm-hmm. I like it.”

That means I can keep going. “I’m glad because this way feels so good, I didn’t want to stop.”

I thrust faster and a minute later I feel the onset of an orgasm. I slow my speed in hopes of prolonging the pleasure but it’s too late. Being this deep inside Bleu feels too damn good to not come quickly.

I don’t know why I try. I’m never able to hold back with her.

I release her feet and grab her hips to hold her in place. “Ohh, I’m coming.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my arse, slamming our pelvises together. There is no beginning and no end. We are one. And then I erupt inside her.

When my orgasm is over, I notice Bleu grinning. “What are you smiling about?”

“You have a great come face.” She laughs.

“I happen to like yours as well. I enjoy seeing it often.”

“I have no objections to showing it to you on a regular basis.”

I slap my hand over her arse cheek and squeeze. “Move up, Bonny. I want to lie with you.”

Bleu slides up the couch and I stretch next to her. We’re facing one another. She hitches her leg over mine and snuggles close. She traces the tip of her finger from my hairline down my forehead, the bridge of my nose, stopping at my lips. She moves her finger back and forth over my bottom one. “I love this mouth.”

“This mouth has a confession.”

A wrinkle appears across her brow. “Okay.”

I think she’s worried about what she’s going to hear from me. She should be. I’ve had a lot of whisky and my tongue is loose.

“I’m a selfish bastard. I’m certain you’ve never met a bigger one. That means I don’t want to share you with anyone. The thought of another having you this way … it sends me into hysteria. I think I might kill any man who dared touch you.”

She says nothing but leans forward to kiss my mouth. Her hand strokes my leg, not at the top close to my cock. It’s near my amputation.

My divulgence isn’t over. “I may never let you go, Bonny Bleu.”

“I doubt your Fellowship-approved wife will care for that.” Oh. She’s going to bring that up, huh?

“She’ll like it about as much as your husband will.” I know it’s irrational to be angry about a future that has nothing to do with the present—and is likely a hoax—but the thought of Bleu one day having another man as her husband pisses me off. It feels like a betrayal she’s yet to commit, but I know it’s coming.

“Sin.” She props her head in her hand. “You sound like you’re mad at me.”

Do I dare admit it?