Page 216 of Savior
“Like this?” he pushes further into me, slowly sheathing himself, though I know it isn’t all of him. During our rougher romps in the past, I’ve felt the head of his cock touch my cervix before. This is nowhere near all of him.
I whimper wantonly, “More… Give me more.” I writhe before him like damn cat in heat, trying to coax his cock deeper. “Please, Dean…”
“Mmmm… Fuck baby…” he breathes, his gaze darkening the more I beg. “You plead so pretty, Kitten.”
I feel him slide his hand down lower, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as he gently thrusts the head of his cock, in and out of me. His touch travels slightly lower, gently stroking me in a place he’s never focused such pinpoint attention to before. In quick, but gentle strokes with the pad of his index finger, Dean begins to play with the tiny opening of my urethra.
I bite my lip and groan at the intense sensation, my fingers curling into the comforter beneath me. “Oh God…” I whisper as the pressure inside me begins to build. My body flushes with heat almost instantly, a different burning need radiating from that little spot, igniting every nerve in my body as my legs open wider to him. “Oh my God… Dean…”
“You like this, baby?” he sounds pleased with himself as he increases the pressure slightly, rubbing me in a circular motion. “Not all women enjoy direct stimulation of the U-spot… It can be rather intense. Overly sensitive… But since intensity is what you crave…” He thrusts his cock into me a little deeper as he continues to work me, pulling another groan of pleasure out of me.
“Oh God, yes… Dean… Harder!”
“Really?” Amusement evident in his tone. He presses a little harder, pumping me a little faster. “Have we found a compromise, my love?” his words sound hopeful.
I can hardly form a cohesive thought in my mind. The sexual energy coiling in my core is building so rapidly, I’m already trembling.
“Don’t.” I whisper.
He slows down, decreasing the pressure. “Don’t what? Is it too much? Should I sto-”
“Don’t stop!” I nearly shout at him. “Don’t ask me questions when I can’t think!”
He chuckles, “Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes… fuck me.”
I feel him roll his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of me a little deeper, a little faster, his finger working my new favorite erogenous zone once again.
“Come for me.” He growls, removing his other hand from my thigh, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He drags them across his tongue, then moves his hand to my clit, touching me with those wet fingers.
Within just a few strokes, he pushes me over the edge, wringing every bit of pleasure out of me as I cry out his name. Before I come down from the intense release, every nerve ending in my being still humming from the magic of his touch, he grabs my leg and positions me on my side. His hot, hard body presses up against my back as his arms wrap around me. One of his hands slides down over my hip, moving to my thigh. He almost roughly hitches my leg back over his, then seeks my throbbing clit once again as he enters me from behind. His other hand gently grips my chin, pulling my head back against his shoulder, exposing my neck to his mouth. He sucks and licks as he fucks me slowly.
“You’re mine, Vanna.” He reminds me, trailing kisses up along the side of my throat, until he reaches the shell of my ear. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue caressing it with a slow, tantalizing swipe, makes me quiver within his possessive hold. He gently nips my lobe, and though he’s fucking me, his words are inwoven with a love I can both feel in his tender caress, and hear in his impassioned words. “You were made for me, baby. Your body. Your soul. You’re all mine, doll… as I am all yours… Forever.”
