Page 74 of Savored Sins
Zeke nods, his fingers playing with the pendant at my breast. “I can’t tell you where she went—I don’t know much about that stuff—but I sense, like…peace. I think she did what she needed to do. She told you her story, and then she was free to go.”
It should feel weird, sitting here half-naked with the guy I love, talking about another woman. But it doesn’t. After all, Lena’s not justanywoman. She may have had a thing for my man, but she’s also the one who brought us together. Without Lena, there would be no us. I’m only sad her living self didn’t get the happy ending I did. And am about to get—pun intended.
“Do you think…” I ask, trailing my fingers back to Zeke’s cock, which has lost some of its hardness. Even half soft, his length is still impressive. “Do you think I could… keep it on? Thependant, I mean? Like, we kind ofoweLena. I wish she could’ve had what we have.”
Zeke grins. “Sure. That’ll be hot. And maybe you want me to draw you, too, like one of my French girls?”
“Stop it.” I give him a playful swat with one hand, my other hand working his shaft. True to form, he’s already completely hard again.
“Really?” Zeke continues, an absolutely wicked smile creeping across his face. “Because I’m pretty good at face painting.”
I don’t even grace that with a reply. I just pull him in toward me, covering those gorgeous, dirty talking lips with mine as his hands reach for the zipper on my shorts. Within seconds, we’re both completely naked, our clothes strewn around us on the living room floor. I’m straddling Zeke with my knees on the couch cushions, his cock hovering deliciously close to my entrance. It’s all I can do to keep from lifting my hips and sinking down onto him, but he’s not wearing a condom, and I don’t want to go there. Yet.
So I guide his fingers to my pussy, loving the way he snaps into action, fingers trailing through my folds as his other hand squeezes my breast. He bends forward to suck my nipple, and his cock brushes my stomach.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I say. When I told him to meet me here, I didn’t think this far ahead, and I honestly think I might die if he didn’t bring one.
Zeke laughs, my nipple still in his mouth. He sucks hard, then pops off and looks at me. “Babe. Who do you think I am? OfcourseI’ve got a condom.”
He nods toward his jeans on the floor, and I reach down to dig through the pockets. Sure enough, three foil wrappers. He’s got some big plans for us tonight, apparently.
Zeke takes the foil packet from me and rips it open, rolling it down over himself. He’s still sitting on the sofa, his cock rising straight up between us. I’d expected him to push right inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he brings his fingers back to my pussy, locking his eyes with mine.
“You’re so wet,” he says. He licks his lips, still not breaking eye contact. “You feel that? How wet you are? You’re only ever going to be wet for me from now on. You better remember that.”
“Mm…”
I can’t answer with words. What he’s doing down below, the way he’s teasing my clit with his thumb, circling my entrance with his fingers, feels too fucking good.
“Autumn.” His rich voice is suddenly stern. “I said you better remember that. Say it—say you’ll remember.”
“Yes. I’ll remember,” I pant. “I’m only wet for you.”
As if in reward, he shoves two fingers into me and curls them slightly, dragging them down my front wall. I let out a whimper, and he grins. “Okay. There we go.”
I’m so turned on I honestly think I could die. The smooth, deliberate way he’s fucking into me with his fingers. His rock hard cock bobbing between us, wrapped and ready to go. That cool, possessive demeanor he’s got going on. I need him inside me now. All of him—every last inch. I need us together.
“Zeke.”
He doesn’t pause what’s he’s doing, just quirks an eyebrow at me. “Yeah?”
“I need you inside me. Like—nowneed you inside me.”
Zeke chuckles, his eyes flashing. “We can make that happen.”
With one last thrust of his fingers for good measure, he gives my clit a little slap, and then gently slides me off his lap. “Stand up, baby.”
I do as I’m told, noting the little skip my heart does when he calls me ‘baby’. It’s only a letter off from his usual ‘babe’, butit feels worlds different. Better. As Zeke stands, I try—and fail—not to absolutely ogle the six-foot hunk of tan, naked man as he moves behind me. He slaps my ass hard.
“Lean down onto the couch.”
I comply. With my palms on the sofa, I widen my stance, shivering as Zeke presses up against me from behind. He runs a hand along my upper back, guiding my torso down, down, until my ass is at the angle he needs it. With one hand on my waist, the other hand spreads my ass cheeks, putting every single part of me on full display.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Thisview… and that fuckingtattoo…”
Spanning my waist with both his hands, Zeke notches his cock at my entrance and, with the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard, slowly sinks himself into me.
We’ve done this once before. Fucked, I mean. But this time—whether it’s because of the angle, or the way he just called me ‘baby’, or the fact that he’s mine now—something feels different. Hotter. More explosive. More vulnerable.
