Page 41 of Savage Devil
He grunts. “Why don’t you let me warm you up.” His fingertips leave a fiery trail of heat across my skin as he inches closer to my center. I squirm on the counter, one of my legs hooked over his hip. I tug at his jeans, wanting him just as naked and exposed as I am. I haven’t been with anyone else. There isn’t a lot of time to explore your sexuality when you’re pregnant, and there is even less when you have a newborn. I’m desperate to feel his skin against my own.
Unbuckling his belt, I push his jeans and boxers to the floor and his impressive cock springs forward. I swallow hard. I remember him being big, but…did it grow?
“Everything okay?” he asks just as he sinks one finger inside my wet heat.
My back arches toward him and I whimper, needing more.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He thrusts in and out of me before inserting another finger and I cry out, tightening my legs around him. He cups my nape and devours my mouth as skilled fingers bring me close to the edge of orgasm. My fingers bite into his biceps, the muscles flexing beneath my touch.
“I have dreamed about fucking you ever since you left. Replayed your moans in my mind every night since you came back.”
“I didn’t leave, I—”
“You left,” he growls. “I’m not letting you go again.” He adds a third finger and uses his thumb to stroke my clit and I explode, my body tightening around him as shock waves wrack my system.
I’m shaking as he withdraws his fingers, and the satisfied smile on his face is absolutely savage. He grabs a condom from his jeans pocket and rolls it on his hard length before lining himself up with my center and meeting my gaze. His eyes are hard but his voice is tender when he asks, “You ready for me, baby?”
My chest rises and falls as I struggle to catch my breath. “Mmm hmm.” I’m beyond words at this point.
He circles his cock around my opening, teasing every sensitive nerve ending I have before plunging himself inside me in a single hard thrust. I gasp his name as he pulls out only to dive back in, harder than before.
I buck my hips up and he increases his pace. Triumph is stamped across his face as he buries himself inside me, his thrusts coming faster and more urgent. My body responds, arching toward him and leaving me breathless. It feels so good. I can’t help but watch him as he towers over me. His muscles bunch. His jaw gets tighter. Sharper. He’s beautiful like this—consumed with need.
He drags the cup of the bra I’m wearing down, exposing one breast as he fucks me, and before I can tell him to stop, he’s squeezed my breast in his palm before pinching my nipple and drawing a moan from my throat. Sensations surge through me and moisture coats my breast but he doesn’t seem to care. He spreads my milk across my chest before exposing my other breast and giving it a similar treatment. Kneading and squeezing the tender flesh.
“Fuck,” he swears before leaning forward and raking his teeth against my sensitive nipple. A second organism slams into me and I can tell his is close behind. He slams into me, his entire body trembling. His control starts to slip. His movements grow erratic as he thrusts deep into me three more times before his dick is pulsing inside of me. He hisses out a sharp, “Fuck,” when he finds his own release and slumps against me, his sweat-slick skin hot against my own.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as the gravity of what we did settles over me. Milk leaks from my breasts onto his chest and I pull away, looking for something to clean myself up with before he stops me.
“There you go hiding from me again,” he whispers. One finger trails down my stomach and I realize he’s tracing a particularly dark and thick stretch mark.
I push his hand away. “I’m leaking,” I confess, completely mortified.
His mouth smiles against my own as his hand cups my breast and his thumb flicks over my still sensitive and leaking nipple. “Is that supposed to bother me?”
I bite my bottom lip. I mean…shouldn’t it?
“Because it doesn’t. Like I said, everything about you is perfect.”
Luis’s cry shatters the moment and as though we’re both on fire, we lunge away from one another and for our clothes then rush up the stairs. I manage to grab Emilio’s shirt and throw it over my head just as I reach the door and throw it wide.
Luis stands in his crib, eyes red and angry, but he hiccups to a stop when he sees me.
“Hey, benzinho,” I coo. My baby. “Come here.” Emilio is right behind me. He’s managed to slip on his jeans and stands barefoot, his naked chest pressed against my back.
“Hey, little man.”
Luis turns toward Emilio and a smile spreads across his face. He gurgles and babbles and whatever he was upset about is history now that he sees his dad. “You wanna come see me?” Emilio asks, putting his hands out, and Luis reaches for him.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up and little man and I will wait for you in the living room?” He presses a kiss to my temple and bounces Luis in his arms. “Don’t worry, momma. I’ve got this.”
eighteen
The weekend passes and I somehow manage not to throw myself at Emilio every time he comes over, despite the heavy tension between us. My mind is a jumbled mess. I don’t know what the two of us sleeping together means, and it’s driving me insane.
We haven’t talked about what this is. I’m not even sure what I want it to mean.
We’ve kissed. Touched. But we haven’t had sex again. My body wants him. Craves him. But my mind tells me I need to slow down. There is too much on the line to rush into whatever this is turning into. I want to believe we can be one big happy family. What girl doesn’t want her Cinderella story? But it all seems too good to be true.
