Page 75 of Savored Sins
Zeke pulls out all the way, then goes in again, his hands still on my waist. I’m groaning along with him, relishing the way I can feel his hardness as it moves inside me, pressing in until I can’t fit any more of him.
“You like how I fill you up, baby?”
“Fuck yes.” I look over my shoulder and he’s grinning at me. “I love it. I need you to fill me up in every way possible.”
The muscles in his stomach flex and shift with every thrust of his pelvis, and I wish it were humanly possible for him to pound me like this from behind while I run my tongue along his abs. But alas, a girl can’t have everything.
“Every way possible, huh?”
He cocks his head, flipping the hair out of his eyes. He seems to be considering something as his hands slide easily over myass, his hips never breaking rhythm. His right hand trails down to find my pussy, where he gently flicks my clit.
“Every possible way.”
I don’t even know what I mean by that, because he’s wearing a condom. It’s not like he’s going to blow inside me, fill me up that way. All I know is I need more of him. His tongue, his fingers, his dick. His ass. I don’t even know. Justsomething. I’m so crazy for him I can’t even think straight.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice soft.
With the fingers of his right hand still teasing my clit, his other hand moves lower on my ass, his finger brushing my rear entrance. My pulse quickens slightly. I’ve never done this before. But I wanted more, and he’s giving me more—so I exhale and let my muscles relax.
He works the tip of his finger in slowly, gently, still fucking my pussy with his dick and strumming my clit like a goddamn fiddle. The man is a master multitasker.
I don’t know how he’s keeping all three things in rhythm, pounding out the bass line with his dick and keeping the strings going with his right hand, but it’s a damn symphony. And on top of that, the teasing he’s doing in my ass… the heat in me is building. Every slam of his hips against my ass, every flick of his hand down below, every dip of his finger inside my rear…
“Fuck, Zeke,” I gasp out. I’m writhing my hips against him now, desperate for release. My arms are barely holding me up. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” He tosses the hair out of his eyes again, and when he speaks, it’s through a bared, dazzling grin. “Good. I knew you were a dirty girl.”
“All the way in, baby.”
The words feel weird in my mouth, but I like it. I like calling him that. I like telling him to push his finger in my ass, take me in whatever way he wants.
But he slows down a bit, looks at me questioningly. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. “Really? You like it?”
“Zeke, if you don’t fuck me as hard as you possibly can right now, keeping your hands in exactly those places, I swear togod?—”
“Fucking-A, hot stuff!” He bursts out laughing. “No need to lose your shit on me here. I got it, I got it. Let’s fucking go.”
He pulls his dick out to the tip, and then, with a grin that’s absolutely wicked, shoves into me with enough force to send my face into the back of the sofa. And he stays like that, pounding into me from behind while my nails dig into the couch cushions, my entire body alight with an electricity I don’t know how long I can contain.
Zeke’s hips thrust and his fingers work, doing exactly what I asked him to. My stomach’s tightening, my thighs are shaking, and the unmistakable heat of impending orgasm is rising inside me.
I’d give anything to turn around and kiss Zeke right now, devour that mouth I hear making ungodly noises behind me as he slams into me again and again, but I can’t. I’m getting closer, so much closer, holyfuck, I’m getting closer—and from the way he’s sheathing and unsheathing himself so rhythmically inside me, I think he is too. I think we’re going to go together. I think he’s going to get me there. I think if he just circles my clit again, just like that, just likethat?—
“Mother fuckingfuck!” Zeke roars, and my vision blurs.
I know I must cry out, too, because I hear it—but I’m flying so fucking high I can barely tell it’s me. I feel Zeke deep inside me as my pussy clenches around him, can feel his thumb putting pressure on my clit, still present with me even as he comes hard. His thumb moves my bud in a slow, hard circle, and I writhe beneath him. I let him milk every single ounce of pleasure from me there is.
And then my legs give out, and so do his. We collapse in a heap on the floor, heaving and panting, both of us completely numb and absolutely electrified all at once. I roll over, moving closer to Zeke.
“Holy shit, hot stuff,” he says. His arms wrap around me, and I lay my head on his chest. It moves up and down as he breathes, trying to catch his breath. “Not bad for an old, married couple.”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “Fuck off. You better watch who you’re calling old.”
Zeke’s chest is shaking with laughter beneath my cheek. “Or what? You’ll spank me?”
“No, that’s your job.”
Zeke kisses the top of my head, and I nestle into the little spot between his shoulder and his collarbone. It’s like it was made for me.
