Page 86 of Savior
I swear my desperation gets her hotter. She’s dripping down my balls. Pulling away from our kiss, she releases my hands to sit back and ride me harder still, her hands supporting her breasts now, as she does.
“Fuck, Vanna… There are better things I could be doing with my hands and you fucking know it.” I growl.
She laughs, “You have a point… All ri-”
I let go of the headboard and grab her, taking her down to the mattress before she can even finish her consent to my release. Shoving her legs wider apart, I curl my body into her, driving my cock home once again. I take her mouth, muffling her little cries of pleasure as I shove my hand between us, rubbing her clit roughly, driving her faster to the edge. I can already feel her body quivering.
She arches her head back to gasp for air and I slide my tongue up her throat, along her jaw and to her ear. “You’re a naughty girl, Vanna.” I whisper, before I bite it. She twists her head and I release her ear, so as not to hurt her, and she nips the base of my neck, sucking at my skin. I can’t help but chuckle. “Mark me, baby. I’ll wear your bites and scratches with pride.”
When she’s through, I take her mouth again, dominating her tongue with mine as I fuck her to the edge of ecstasy. It isn’t long before she’s convulsing around my cock, her nails digging into my back as she clings to me, crying out my name in that way that always does me in as well. I barely manage to hold back my own release until she’s reached hers to completion, begging me to let her feel me come inside her. And if that ain’t the hottest fucking thing a woman can beg for when you’re balls deep in her…
Anchoring her beneath me with both hands now, I fuck her until my balls are drained, and we’re both a sweaty, panting mess.
My hands are still wrapped around the back of her shoulders. I don’t let her go and I don’t pull out of her as we lie together, my head resting against her chest as I listen to her racing heart begin to slow back down to a normal rate. Her fingernails, which were digging into me moments ago, now leisurely stroke the back of my slightly burning shoulder.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
She gives me an affirmative, albeit exhausted sounding, “Mmm hmm.”
“Are you falling asleep?”
Another little, “Mmhmm.”
I slide out of her and get up to fetch a warm rag to clean her up with. I’m admittedly relieved not to see any blood on my dick. I swear that doctor’s words ring in my head every time we screw.
Vanna half laughs, half moans as she tries to swat my hand away when I return to her with the warm washcloth.
“It’s this or a shower, you tell me what you want.”
“Sleep.” She murmurs with a little smirk, though she doesn’t open her eyes once.
“Then behave.” I tease her, finishing my task of cleaning her up.
Sitting back, I can’t help but admire her. Not just her undeniable beauty. But her strength and resilience as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I sigh aloud.
She only gives me a tired ‘humf’ sound, before she curls over on her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow.
Getting up, I grab the extra blanket and cover her, before tossing the rag into the wash bin and joining her in our bed. Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her against my body and rest my head on her pillow.
Drifting off to sleep, enveloped in the comforting scent of her luscious hair, I listen to the soothing, steady sound of her quiet breathing.
