Page 36 of Savored Sins
“Two fucking years,” I breathe. “We’d better make this worth it.”
“So far, so good.”
I chuckle—because I don’t need her to tell me that. I know what I’m doing, and she’s basically a puddle right now.
Moving my lips to Autumn’s neck, I slide her bra straps down her shoulders, slipping one hand inside her bra to caress her boobs while the other hand expertly undoes the bra clasp. Autumn shrugs out of the bra, melting against me. Her breaths are heavy as I roll one nipple and then the other between my fingers.
“These tits,” I say, giving one a squeeze. “Fuck, Autumn. I’ve literally never seen better tits.”
She gives a quiet, breathless laugh. “I bet you’ve seen a lot.”
“Not wrong. But I’m not thinking about those. I’m thinking about yours.”
“Mm.” She grinds her ass against me, and I guide her head around to bring my mouth to hers. I suck her bottom lip, then her tongue, letting my hands roam her body. My fingers dip beneath the front of her thong, and I feel her stomach tighten in response. She is one hundred percent turned on right now, and so am I.
Breaking the kiss, I push her back down toward the bed. I grab her hips and hike her ass up toward me, squeezing both cheeks in my hands. Then, giving the waistband of her thong a good snap, I slide it down around her hips and over her thighs. Ibend down behind her, pulling her ass up even closer to me and spreading her cheeks so her pussy’s on display.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe, bending closer to her. I run my tongue along her outer pussy lips, feeling her shiver. “You’re gorgeous.”
Autumn only whimpers in response, and I take that as my cue. Lying down on my back, I position my face beneath her, pull her closer to my mouth. As I suck gently on the folds of her pussy, I’m intoxicated by her taste. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking warm. Even more delicious than I thought she’d be.
My tongue circles her entrance, flicking lightly over her clit, and Autumn moans above me. When I finally slide my tongue inside her, she shudders, her hips shaking.
“You like it,” I say against her cunt. It’s a statement, not a question.
“I fucking love it,” Autumn moans, her voice raspy.
“Good,” I say, kneading her ass with my fingers as I fuck up into her with my tongue. Autumn’s hips are rocking against my face like she can’t get enough, and I continue my work, alternating my tongue fucking with hard sucks to her clit.
“Fuck,” Autumn breathes. Her voice is tight, and I can tell she’s close. “Zeke. That’s?—”
“Enough,” I say, giving her ass a hard slap. I slide out from under her, come back up to my knees. My mouth is wet with her sweetness, and I lick my lips as she lifts her head from the mattress to look back at me. Her eyes are desperate with need.
“Zeke,” she breathes. “I was almost there. Just a little longer?—”
“I know,” I say, cutting her off. I fix her with a fiendish grin. “But you asked to be ruined. So I’m gonna bring you to the edge, babe, over and over, and then I’m gonna pull you back. And by the time I finally let you come, I promise you: you’ll be ruined foranyoneelse.”
seventeen
AUTUMN
My body is absolutely pulsing.
Zeke’s kneeling behind me on the bed, the most devastatingly sexy grin on his face. And although my thighs are still shaking from the positively glorious way he just ate my pussy, I’m at a loss. Because I wasthis closeto an earth-shattering orgasm—and he stopped me.
“Did you hear me?” Zeke asks, blond hair falling in his eyes. There’s a dangerous gleam in his light eyes, and it sends another jolt of electricity through me. “You come when I tell you to come, Autumn. Got it?”
“Yes,” I murmur. I’m feeling a little desperate, but this was part of the deal. I asked him to ruin me, gave him the reins. And right now, he’s got me so... god, sointoxicatedthat I’m putty in his hands.
“Good girl,” Zeke says.
He flips me over again, and I eye him hungrily, taking in the smooth, taut definition of his abs. My gaze moves down the lines that slope down to his groin, lingers on the trail of light hair that leads south from his navel and disappears beneath his boxers. I reach up to touch him, brush my fingers over his lower stomach.
“Oh, you like the abs, huh?” He grins, not even bothering to hide his arrogance.
I nod. Because why lie? It’s pretty obvious.
“Lick,” he commands.
