The need to touch and know every part of him draws me into him again and I reach out, sliding my fingers across another scar, this one bisecting the large one down the center of his back. Craving the taste of his skin on my lips, I lean down, pressing them to the top of the scar and slowly kissing my way down its length.
He moans and arches into me again, his body tensing then relaxing as I move across each scar, giving it the same attention and treatment.
I don’t know how much of this he can actually feel, or if his reaction is just from knowing I’m doing it, but by the time I’m done, his entire body is shaking, his face still buried in his hands. He hasn’t spoken a word since he urged me to continue, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by fear as I remember the painful silence of his panic attack and his inability to talk to me.
I kiss my way across his shoulder blades until my face is against his arm. His eyes are clenched shut, and my fear spikes as I reach out and run my hand through his hair. “Baby, are you okay?”
Slowly, he turns his head until he locks eyes with me. I expect to see fear, but instead, I’m met with a fire and intensity I’ve never seen before.
“Savage?”
He rolls onto his side and pulls me in to him, pressing his erect cock against my stomach, the thin t-shirt I wear doing nothing to dampen the heat of his body. Burying his hand in my hair, he guides my mouth to his, capturing it in a devastating kiss that renders me completely immobile. There are no soft preliminaries. His tongue glides across my lips, begging for entrance. I comply and respond in kind, tangling with him as I push my body against his, wanting, needing to be closer.
Abruptly, he pulls away and rolls onto his back, scrubbing his hands down his face before pushing himself up and sitting back against the headboard. “Shit, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…I just…”
I slide my leg across his hips and straddle him. Capturing his face in my hands, I tilt his head back, forcing him to look at me. “Oh no, don’t you dare apologize for anything.” Reaching between my legs, I grasp his erection and brush the head of his cock through my wetness, eliciting a groan from him. “Baby, do you want this?”
His shimmering eyes hold mine momentarily before he presses his forehead to mine. “You know I do, but…”
“No,” I say as I shake my head, “no buts. This is about us, right here, right now. Nothing else matters right now, as long as this is what you want.” I press my mouth to his, letting him taste my need for him, my need for him make everything else disappear, even if only for a few moments.
Please, Savage…
His hands cradle my head and he consumes me with his mouth. I slide my wet pussy along his length, coating him in my arousal and letting him feel my need. When I rock my hips against the head of his cock, he groans into my mouth, moving one hand down and finding my clit.
I cry out at his touch, my throbbing clit needing the contact almost as much as my clenching core needs him inside me right now. “Savage,” I gasp, “please…”
His hand slides from my clit down to his cock. He positions himself at my core and I slide down.
She engulfs my cock, her wet, clasping heat gripping me and making my head spin off in a thousand directions. Inch by inch, she takes me into her, stretching her tight walls that clench around my throbbing flesh.
“Sweet fuck.” The words tumble from my mouth as stars flash in my vision. The pain of her nails digging into my shoulders brings me back. She gasps when she impales herself fully on my dick, rocking against my pelvis.
For the thousandth time since the accident, I thank God I can feel this. It isn’t like I remember it, it never will be, but it’s everything I need it to be.
Leaning forward, she captures my mouth as she tightens her pussy around my cock. My gasp mingles with her groan and she smiles against my mouth. “I love you,” she murmurs against my lips.
I kiss her deeply before replying, “I love you, too, baby.”
She grins and leans back, locking her eyes on mine, sliding up and down my cock, grinding herself against my pelvis on every down thrust. My hands slip under her t-shirt to find her hips, helping her set a slow, steady rhythm.
Sweet glorious fuck…
Finally being inside her, finally feeling us come together like this, is so overwhelming, it’s hard to believe it isn’t a dream. How this amazing woman could be here, like this, with me, after the shit I put her through, makes no logical sense to me, but somehow, she is here, and she loves me.
She rolls her hips, changing the angle of our connection and pleasure shoots up my spine. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and savor the glide of her body moving on mine.