I growl in his ear. “Take these damn boxers off. Now.”
“God, yes,” he mumbles. I slide down to his knees, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and yanking them down to his thighs, letting his erection spring free.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he yanks me back toward him, capturing his cock between our bodies and crushing his mouth to mine. His all-consuming kiss steals my breath. I let myself go, completely losing myself in him—his kiss, his touch.
Rising up onto my knees, I grasp his cock, positioning the broad head against my wet core. He groans into my mouth. I slowly lower myself down onto his length, his cock stretching and filling me in a way only he can.
Sweet Christ…YES!
I always believed sex was just sex, but with Savage, it isn’t sex. It’s connecting on a level I never knew existed. As I begin to move, taking him into me over and over again, I can’t fathom living my life without him, without this.
Everything else is forgotten when we are together. His hands are everywhere—my face, my breasts, my clit. I can barely keep track as my orgasm builds, preventing any form of thinking from being even remotely possible.
All feeling; no thinking.
Exactly what we both need—reaffirmation of us, of our future, of our love.
The silence of the room is broken only by our moans and the sounds of our flesh colliding in our race for release.
I finally pull away from his mouth, gasping for air as my body heats and the telltale tingle of impending orgasm starts in my core. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I cry out and slam down on his dick, grinding against his pelvis, taking him as deep as possible.
He slides his tongue along my neck, then sucks my earlobe between his lips. “Come for me,” he whispers, his voice shaking with his body and I know he is fighting his own release.
I whimper and cry out his name when my orgasm washes over me like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pleasure course through my body, my head spinning and my rhythm falters. He catches my mouth as my orgasm wanes, and sucks my tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own.
Rising above him and slamming down, he groans into my mouth. I repeat the move, swirling my hips, and he gasps, his eyes rolling back into his head and his release explodes in my pussy in hot pulses.
He collapses back against the arm of the couch, dragging me with him and wrapping his arms around me, cradling the back of my head against his sweat-dampened t-shirt.
I relax and just let him hold me, praying this isn’t just some cruel dream.
I clutch her close to me, not wanting even an inch of space between us. I know we both needed that, need this, need the connection after everything that has happened.
That I’m going to have to fracture this beautiful reverie with the truth about Abello breaks my heart. She doesn’t deserve this bullshit, but she has somehow found her way here, in the middle of a shit storm she doesn’t know the half of.
She stirs against me and her sleepy eyes meet mine, a small smile spreading across her face before quickly vanishing as she looks at me. “Hey, you look worried. What’s wrong?”
I brush the hair from her face and kiss her, hoping to momentarily delay the inevitable. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”
Sitting up, she eyes me warily. “What now?”
There is no way I’m having this conversation with my dick still inside her. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Then, we’ll talk.”
She makes an adorable growly noise, different but no less sexy than the one she makes when I’m deep inside of her. “Fine, two minutes.”
As she slides my cock from her warm body, we both groan. I pull my boxers back up and she disappears down the hallway toward the bathroom.
When she reappears, so does the wariness in her gaze. She stops next to the couch, watching me suspiciously. “So?”
“Sit back down.” I pat my lap and she sighs, reluctantly dropping down onto it. I plant a quick kiss on her temple before getting down to business. “We need to talk about last night.”
She stiffens immediately and I sense a wall coming up before I can even say another word. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“I understand, baby, and you don’t have to talk. You just need to listen. There are things you don’t know that you really need to.”
“Fine.”
I run my hands through my hair, a bad habit I’ve never been able to break when I’m nervous. “Um, first you need to understand I would have told you all of this a long time ago if I’d known what you were working on. I understand why you didn’t tell me, but once you hear all this, you will know why things might be a lot different if you had known, if I had known.”
“Jesus,” she says, turning on my lap so she can see me, “you’re really starting to freak me out here. Out with it.”
Here goes nothing…
“I know Abello.”