“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?” he asks as I slide under the covers and press my body along his.
“Once or twice.” He drags me from his side until I am lying completely on top of him before he takes my face in his hands and angles his mouth over mine in a possessive kiss. He devours me, sliding his hands from my head down my sides until he firmly grips my ass, pulling me tightly up against his hard cock.
Our gasps mingle with our breath as the kiss deepens further, and I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I want to crawl inside of him, become part of him, let him become a part of me, even more than he already has.
I can’t imagine not having him, not having this, in my life. I thought I was happy before. I thought great sex was enough, but I was wrong. I need this. I need someone who wants me to be their everything. I need Savage.
His hand slips between our grinding bodies and glides down my belly until he finds my throbbing core.
“Oh, God, please!” I gasp into his mouth as he lingers against my flesh, barely skimming the surface, doing nothing but stoking the desperate need coiled inside me.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, baby.” His husky voice vibrating against my lips resonates through my body. My clit pulses against the palm of his hand. I roll my hips against him, grinding against his palm, urging him to move and put me out of my misery.
“You,” I manage to gasp out as he slips his fingers inside me.
Finally.
I clench around them and he groans against my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He slowly slides his fingers out, then thrusts them in again, beginning a steady rhythm I match with my hips. His palm grinds against my clit and he increases the pace. My entire body heats, my skin flushing and my head spinning, signaling my impending orgasm. Hot breath floats across my neck as he kisses his way to my ears, grazing his teeth over the lobe and finally sends my body spinning into an explosive orgasm.
His hand and mouth never still until I collapse onto him, panting against the damp skin of chest. He nuzzles in my hair, pressing his lips against my head and gently rubbing my back. His hard cock is pressed against my belly, and, as I regain my senses, I reach between us to grasp it, craving the hot flesh in my hand.
Just as my thumb slips across the wet tip, he grabs my wrist and rolls me onto my back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I groan in frustration as he shifts me up against the headboard so he can drop his head between my legs. I comply, simply because he leaves me no other choice. His strong arms hold me down as he teases his tongue along my swollen and overly-sensitive flesh. I shudder and grip his shoulders, digging my fingers into the firm muscles as he probes inside me.
He doesn’t go easy on me, even though I know he is more than aware of how sensitive I am after I come. He draws my clit between his lips and sucks in time with my undulating hips. I grip his hair, tugging on it and pulling him closer, frantic for another release.
This one comes so quickly, it blindsides me, my world spinning out in a shattering of stars and flashes of light. I cry out his name, smashing myself against his face, riding out the orgasm until I’m so sensitive I have to push him away and beg him to stop.
I collapse against the headboard, and he nuzzles my stomach, kissing his way up to lavish attention to my breasts. His hot breath across my nipples makes me shudder against him, craving him inside me more now than I ever have in the past.
“You okay, baby?”
I manage to nod as he presses his lips to mine, the taste of my release still there.
Sliding my tongue along his bottom lip, I suck it into my mouth and he groans, shuddering against me. He wraps his arms around my back and rolls onto his back. I slide down and straddle him, pressing my drenched pussy against his cock and rock my hips.
His eyes roll back into his head and he digs in his fingers into my hips. I roll my hips again and his eyes fly open, raw need emanating in the blue depths. I lean down and kiss him, pouring my need for him into the act.
Yes. This. We both need this.
I shift forward until the head of his cock is resting against my core and rock against him again, catching his groan in my mouth.
He sits up so we are face-to-face. Reaching down, I grasp him and moan in appreciation at the thick, hot flesh in my hand. His cock bucks against me, his fervent kiss continuing while I position him at my entrance.
His heart races against my chest and his skin feels cold and clammy. He’s no longer returning my kiss and is taking short, jagged, gasping breaths.
I pull back and find his eyes squeezed shut. His cock deflates in my hand and I move quickly to capture his face between my palms.
Something is seriously wrong here.