Page 213 of Savior
“You can’t possibly believe I’d want to do anything with Viking.”
“Did you imagine being beneath him? Him pounding into you like that?”
“No!” I have to bite my lip not to laugh.
Dean scowls suspiciously at me, though he’s still wearing that dark grin. “Liar.”
“I am not lying!” I shove at him halfheartedly.
He grabs my legs from behind my knees and shoves them up, forcing me to fall back on my elbows against the marble as he places my feet over both of his shoulders.
“Oh my God, here?”
“He got his dessert. I want mine.” Dean growls, that salacious grin across his wicked mouth. Shoving my skirt up, he then grips my foot, pressing my ankle to his lips as he kisses me. His other hand grips and kneads my leg, trailing kisses lower and lower, scrapping my skin with his stubble as he continues to stare me down, until he can’t. I can feel his mouth hovering at the apex of my thighs, though from this angle, and my pregnant belly, I can no longer see his face. His hands grip my thighs tighter, pulling me to the very edge of the counter, my knees now bent over his shoulders. He teases me with his breath, and my body shudders in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me next.
His tongue slides up my slit, in short, teasing little licks, traveling slowly to my clitoris. The warm, wet tip prodding, then circling me. I groan, pleasure pooling in my core.
“You taste so good, baby.” He whispers against me, before he drags his tongue up my pussy again. This time, he pushes deeper, lapping at me slowly, as if he’s savoring the taste of my arousal. He swirls his talented tongue around my clit again, before he presses his lips to the bundle of nerves and sucks in that rhythmic way, he knows drives me wild. His tongue flicking me as he does so. My back arches, my body trembling at his onslaught.
Releasing my clit, he laps at me again, flattening his tongue and shoving it deeper again as he licks me from bottom to top, dragging his tongue over my swollen bud, then grinding it against it, making me moan with a growing need. One of his hands releases my thigh and suddenly his two fingers are sliding up and down my lips, slicking them as he spreads me open wider.
“God fucking damn it…” he pants, his warm breath fanning over my helplessly exposed sex, before his mouth is on me again. He shoves his tongue inside of me, a primal groan rumbling up his throat, his free hand sliding down my thigh, making its way to my pussy as well. His fingers inch lower, until they’re rubbing my clit as he tongue-fucks me.
It feels so good... But I want more of him… My body greedy for his.
Instinctively. Uncontrollably, I grind myself against his mouth and whimper his name. He pulls his tongue out to suck on my outer labia, his teeth gently scraping against my sensitive flesh, making me quiver and gasp.
“You like that, baby?” Dean whispers breathily. I can hear desire in his tone. He licks me again, then twists his head slightly and pulls my other lip into his mouth, sucking on me and pulling back, allowing his teeth to gently scrape me again as he groans with his own growing need.
“Oh, God, Dean… yes… yes… I love everything you do to me.” I whimper.
He licks at me ravenously. My words driving him on. He shoves his tongue back inside and I squeeze around it, pulling another groan from him as well. Licking up towards my clit again, he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard as he straightens, my flesh slipping from his mouth with an audibly wet smack as his mouth detaches from my body. The intense sensation makes me jerk as I gasp, my legs sliding down his arms, falling more open to him.
“Not yet, Kitten. You’re going to come on my cock.” He growls, his hands sliding roughly down my thighs, pushing them open wider. His large hands grip around my hips, his thumbs sliding down lower to rub against my slippery sex, massaging my pussy. “First, I want to see you touch yourself. Feel how wet and ready you are, for me.” He growls, stepping back from me. I can hear him undoing his belt as I slide my hand down to do as he asked. It’s slightly awkward, trying to maneuver around my pregnant belly.
I let out a discouraged sigh. How can this really be all that sexy to him?
He seems to sense my insecurities creeping up and immediately abandons the task of removing his belt.
“No, the fuck you don’t.” he growls, grabbing me and pulling me against his body. He lifts me off the counter, my legs wrapping around him as best as I can manage, my arms around his neck as his strong hands grip my ass. It’s awkward to be held like this at my size now, but his dark eyes stare into mine with a heated, determined look in them. He turns and carries me down the hallway towards our bedroom.
“Don’t.” he warns me, clearly able to read the self-depreciating thoughts beginning to swirl in my mind.
He places me down on the bed, carefully. Like I’m a delicate, priceless vase of some sort. Though to Dean, I suppose I am.
“Get undressed.” He demands, his own hands moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs the fabric of my skirt, pulling the dress up over my head and tosses it somewhere towards the hamper on the other side of the room. “The bra, too.” He murmurs, finishing off his buttons. I watch him peel off the shirt as I discard my bra. He takes that from me as well, tossing both articles of clothing in the same direction my dress went moments ago, then leans to switch on the table side lamp.
My heart beats a little faster. We don’t often make love with the lights on. Especially not since I started to show. And not now, now that my body looks like I’ve swallowed a beach ball.
I open my mouth to protest, reaching for the lamp, but he scowls at me. His expression alone, halting me.
“No, Vanna. I want to see you. All of you. I want you to see me, see you. To see how much I adore you. How your gorgeous, feminine curves turn me into fuckin’ steel. I want you to see, how all I see, is fuckin’ beauty in all its glory when I look at you. Every fuckin’ inch of you. You’re nothing short of perfection, baby. A Goddess. I love you. I love this body of yours. This gorgeous, magical fuckin’ body and the miracle you’re growing inside of it.”
Heat flushes in my cheeks as his impassioned words wash over me.
He kicks his boots off as he undoes his jeans, shoving them down his legs, never taking his eyes off me.
“You give me everything I need… I want to give you what you need. My restraint with you, is only because I love you. Because I don’t want to do anything to hurt you, or the baby.” Dean sighs, the expression in his eyes still heated, though there’s an underlying vulnerability in them now. “I don’t want to leave you underwhelmed. Not in bed. Not in life.”
