Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

12 | Saint

It had been a few weeks since Halloween.

Similarly, the day he had an accidental sleepover at Cerise's apartment.

He was losing control.

His emotions were overpowering his behavior, and more often than not he found himself fighting his own body from reaching out and pulling a certain petite woman closer and showing her exactly what she was doing to him.

Saint couldn't stop himself at times. Against his better judgment, he slipped up way too often. 

He had let Cerise get a good idea of his lower half in that parking lot. He didn't have any regrets; he did warn her. When he tucked the keys away he couldn't help but notice how thin the fabric of the pockets was.

Was I supposed to layer that over my clothes? Sounds stifling...

She probably would have gotten a good feel no matter what pocket the keys were in. The angle she went in at was almost like she was aiming for it.

Saint assumed she would brush against it in her attempt, and she did. However, her fingertips had suddenly pressed into quite a sensitive part, and his body immediately reacted.

Cerise only had herself to blame... and perhaps she could learn from it somehow.

She was driving him wild and, in turn, testing his patience.

Waking to her head in his lap, all while looking up at him so innocently, was an erotic dream come true. He had to evacuate immediately before he changed their relationship in a direction he was confident she wasn't quite ready for.

If she asked him to, he would ruin her for anyone else. There wouldn't be anyone else.

And oh, how he wanted nothing more than to claim those soft mauve lips during that moment on her balcony.

***

"Probably."

His tone didn't reveal it, but it felt like he had to pull that response out of his throat with a rope.

Baby, fuck the cookies. J'ai quelque chose de bien plus doux devant moi.

[I have something much sweeter in front of me]

He blinked and looked away, the tension dissipating as their gazes disconnected.

Not yet. Where did my control go? I couldn't keep my hand off her...

Saint instantly pulled back, his fingers plucking the finishing blunt from between her relaxed fingers before she burned herself, "Finished?"

Cerise had swallowed before quickly nodding.

She wiped her hands on her thighs, "I'm going to use the bathroom real quick."

"I'll be in soon."

He watched her figure as she stood up and headed inside, examining every bit of her body language while taking his last few hits. His hand instantly slid down his face once the door slid shut behind her.

Saint couldn't overthink now, he'd save it for later.

He ashed the blunt and collected himself before going inside.

He was sliding the door closed slowly when he heard her.

"Why'd you suggest those anyway? You— ugh!" Cerise's muffled speech and groans came from the bathroom.

He was instantly reminded that the balcony connected to her bedroom.

Saint intentionally made sure he made a little noise when he completely shut the door.