Page 85 of Savior
Pulling my hand from her panties and releasing her throat, I shove her all the way over onto her stomach and position myself between her legs behind her.
“On your knees.” I demand, swiping her long, dark hair aside to expose her back to me.
She pulls herself up onto her hands and knees and I tug her panties down her thighs. Grabbing a pillow, I wedge it beneath her lower stomach, then grip the leather collar of her cut firmly in my fist. Still slick with her orgasm, I smear my fingers around my shaft and head, lubricating my dick with a mixture of us both, before I press the head of my cock against her entrance. Slowly driving myself home, a primal groan of pleasure erupts from deep within me. Enveloped in her slick, tight pussy, I begin to thrust inside her. She moans and whimpers beneath me, and I swear I can feel her getting wetter and wetter still. These sexy little sounds taking me to heights I’ve only ever reached within her.
I ride her steady, but not too hard. Not as hard as I have in the past, or one day will again. It isn’t long before she’s fucking back on me, attempting to get me deeper, but I don’t want to chance slamming into her cervix and hurting her. The doctor’s warning creeping to the forefront of my mind.
I pull out of her, giving her sexy ass a little spank before I crash down beside her on my back.
“What are you doing?” she nearly whines.
“You want it rougher, you’re going to have to take it yourself.”
As if my words are a challenge, she strips off her underwear and climbs on top of me, grabbing my cock to guide me back inside her as she lowers herself onto me. All the way down, taking me deeper and faster than I dared to go myself.
“Fuck, Vanna,” I grit out as she grinds on me. She feels fucking amazing, but my concern for her wellbeing will always over rule my pleasure. “Easy, doll…”
“Stop topping from the bottom.” She pants, then chuckles at my surprised expression.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Oh, you want total control, do you?”
She stops moving and smirks down at me. “I dare you to let go. I dare you to let me show you that I’m not as delicate as you think.”
“I don’t like where this is going…”
“Just trust me.” She pushes. “That’s my birthday request.”
I scowl at her. “You don’t play fair. But fine. To the best of my ability, I will relinquish all control to you… Don’t make me regret it.”
She smiles as if she’s won. And fuck, I suppose she has. “Grip the headboard. And don’t let go until I say.”
I lift my arms and reach back, following her orders. She strips off the cut and begins to ride me again, slowly at first. Grinding and swiveling her hips, she manages to bottom me out.
“See? It’s fine.” she whispers.
“That could change as things progress.” I manage to bite out. “Wait till Ace grows and-” she clamps a hand over my mouth for a moment and shushes me, then starts to ride me faster. I’m tempted to grab her waist and slow her down again. I suppose she can read it in my eyes.
“Don’t let go.” She warns me, breathily, placing her hands on my chest and riding me faster still.
I grin at her, gripping the headboard tighter as she squeezes me. “The faster you ride, the faster this little power play ends.”
She slows down, biting into that bottom lip as my words register. “Oh no you don’t. Don’t come until I say.”
“You’re a very demanding little thing tonight.” I tell her.
She leans forward, running her soft hands up the tense, flexed muscles of my arms, until her fingers are caressing my clenched hands over the headboard. She continues to ride me to the brink of sanity, bringing her mouth to mine, kissing me, tempting my tongue with her own to deepen our kiss, and I do.
She moans into my mouth as her body rocks mine, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. To the edge. To my sanity. To the fucking headboard…
“Do you want to touch me?” she teasingly whispers against my lips.
“Fuck yes.” I groan.
She kisses me roughly again, and this time when I thrust my tongue into her mouth, she sucks on it, in that maddening fucking way that makes it damn near impossible not to come inside her.
