With a slight shift, his arm circles me and I whip my head around to look at him as embarrassment over what I have been doing rushes through me. His blue eyes are on me with laser focus. I shift to move away from him, but he tugs me across his body, centering my very wet pussy over his very hard cock encased in silky sleep pants.
“Were you going somewhere?” he asks, his voice thick, gravelly, and sexy as all fuck. If this is how he sounds in the morning, I want to spend every night with this man, and that is a dangerous thought.
“Um, yeah…” I start to make an excuse, to cover for the fact I had just been trying to rub one out on him while he fucking slept.
God, I am such a pervert. What was I thinking?
“No, the only place you need to be is right here, with me.” He shifts beneath me and even though I can’t see it, I can feel his abs flexing against me and I can tell they are just as delicious as I imagined they would be. His cock rubs against my core and I groan, dropping my forehead against his shoulder and biting my lip again. “Danika, look at me.”
I lift my head. His intent is as clear as the blue of his eyes blazing with heat.
“I need to taste you,” he whispers. He takes my mouth in a commanding kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips before I can protest the whole morning breath thing. I try to pull away, but he slides his hand behind my head, holding me in place as he ravages my mouth.
His other hand slides down my stomach and he reaches under the t-shirt and drags his fingers through my wet core. “Mmmm, I need to taste you here,” he murmurs before leaning back and grabbing the hem of the shirt. “You need to lose this. I didn’t see nearly enough of you last night.”
Oh, sweet fucking Christ! This man…
Any reservations or embarrassment I may have felt earlier is replaced by the driving need to have him inside of me. Shifting up onto my knees, I slide my pussy along his thick, hard cock, soaking the silk of his pants with my wetness. He moans and closes his eyes, moving his hands to my hips and digging his fingers into my flesh.
A curse tumbles from his mouth before he grinds his teeth together and the muscle along his jaw ticks. His fingers loosen on my waist and his eyes open. He moves his hands back to the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it up over my belly. I grab the shirt from him and yank it up and off, tossing it over the side of the bed and onto the floor.
I’m utterly and completely naked, and as his eyes roam my body. The heat and appreciation I find in his gaze makes my heart race and need for him scream even harder. A growl slips from his lips before he surges up from the pillow and captures my right nipple in his warm, wet mouth, his dark morning stubble scraping against my sensitive breast.
The palm of his hand finds my left breast and he tugs and tweaks that nipple in time with the assault of his mouth.
His teeth graze along my flesh and I cry out, grinding down against his cock and clutching him to me. My nipples are direct line to my clit, and every tug on them sends a fluttering frenzy and rushing moisture between my legs.
Delicious torture. That is what this is…torture.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore; grasping his hair, I pull him back from my chest. Heavy-lidded eyes burning with desire meet mine, and he leans up to take my mouth in his. His kiss is soft but full of promise. He pulls away, lies down, and urges me toward the top of the bed.
“Get up here. I need you to come for me.” He pulls me forward until my knees are on either side of his neck, my dripping cunt positioned directly over his face. Grasping the headboard for balance, I glance down at him and am not surprised in the least to find a satisfied grin on his face.
“God, Dani, you are so fucking beautiful,” he professes before lightly kissing his way up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I so desperately need him, only to repeat the process on the other side. “Absolutely perfect.”
He slowly skims his fingertips along my thighs. I quiver and drop my head against the headboard. “Please, Savage!”
You’re fucking KILLING me here!
He chuckles and his warm breath fans across my mound, causing my hips to instinctively push forward, seeking his mouth. When his tongue finally slides across my aching clit, I cry out, grinding down against him, my entire existence now centered on that tiny pulsing spot.
The glide and swirl of his tongue over and around my clit has my legs trembling, and I know it won’t take long for him to push me over the edge. When he slides his fingers into me, I clamp down and roll my hips in rhythm with his thrusting.
I’m right.
The orgasm slams into me like a freight train. My entire body spasms and I can barely hold myself up against the headboard as fireworks explode against my closed eyelids in time with the throbs of pleasure from my clit.
When the orgasm subsides, my legs become useless and I sag against the headboard, practically smothering Savage under me. Too weak to even care, I shift back over his chest and slide down his body, only one thing on my mind.