Page 16 of Savior
“A little.” She fibs.
“I fucking love your tummy, baby. I love your body. I love you, Vanna. You’re perfect.” I whisper against her skin, kissing her softly again. “Let me worship you, baby. Do you not see what you do to me? Fuck…”
Her fingers stroke through my hair, but she says nothing.
Words still seem to have little positive effect on her, but I’m not going to give up. I will eventually reach her. Grabbing her leg, I place it over my shoulder, gripping her soft flesh and kneading it, roughly and greedily, as I continue to kiss her. I fucking love the softness of her body. Such a contrast to my own.
“All these fuckin’ curves, and me with no goddamn brakes.” I whisper against her skin, settling between her legs.
She moans and whimpers while I eagerly go down on her. Swirling my tongue around her clit, listening to those glorious sounds. My cock grows thicker along my thigh, still trapped in my jeans. I slip a finger inside her, slowly fucking her until she moans for more. I oblige, giving her that rhythmic, gentle suction that always pushes her towards the edge.
Her fingers dig into the top of my hair, gripping me as she rolls her hips, pushing herself harder against my mouth. The tingling in my scalp, her greedy need for me, only spurs my desire further. I suck her little nub harder, a bit quicker, curling my finger to stroke that special little spot inside her. She pants, whimpering my name and I bend my knee a little more, making the denim squeeze my cock harder against my thigh.
Fuck… Just hearing her on the verge of ecstasy could make me come. I’m sure my fuckin’ jeans are wet, too. I slip a second finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around them as I work her for another few moments. She’s just about there, arching her back, writhing against me, gasping in short, rapid bursts.
“Oh, Dean… Dean!”
Fuckin’ music to my ears… But not yet, Kitten…
With an evil grin I know she can’t see, I slide my other hand down her thigh to rub her clit, and slip my fingers from within her sex, fucking her with my tongue now. Slick with her arousal, I slide my middle finger down between her ass cheeks, pressing the pad of my finger firmly against her tight, little asshole.
And fuck… That more than does it.
She lets out a scream of my name that pulls my balls so fuckin’ tight, I almost blow a load down my own fuckin’ thigh. Her sweet little pussy pulsating so hard, I can feel her spasms clench around my tongue shoved inside her, deep as I can get, capturing her orgasm in my mouth.
Her legs are trembling when she comes down, her breathing still erratic. I shift to sit back and look down at her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are ablaze, but she’s scowling at me.
“What?” I ask, rising to shove my jeans down my legs and free my throbbing erection. She doesn’t even look at it as it springs forth.
“You know what.” Her voice is still sultry and breathless. “You’ve never done that to me before.”
“You seemed to like it.” I grin, kneeling back onto the couch with her. “There’s a lot I haven’t done to you, yet.” The slight scowl on her face slides into more of an expression of surprise. Maybe even slight concern. “Relax baby, I wasn’t going to take it any further than that. I know my little Peony is a bit of a prude.” I tease her.
The scowl returns and she pushes herself to sit up. “Prude?” She repeats the word as if I insulted her.
I make a deliberate show of licking my lips. “You taste great, baby. You’re missing out.”
“I’m not a prude.”
“I was mostly joking, doll.” I tell her, really not wanting to ruin the mood while I’m rocking a raging hard-on.
Within an instant, she’s tackled me. I allow her to knock me backwards against the arm of the couch. Her legs straddle my lap as her mouth presses to mine.
“Oh, game on then, Kitten…” A throaty growl escapes me as I cup her face in my hands, sweeping my tongue through her mouth. Her fist wraps around my erection, lining me up with her entrance, and I capture her sexy little whimper as she sinks down on me, enveloping my rigid cock inside her tight, slick pussy. “Fuck yes, baby… Take it. I’m all yours.”
Fighting the urge to thrust up into her, to keep my wits about me, I allow her to take me at her own pace. She breaks our fervent kiss, pushing back on my shoulders to sit more upright on me. Her eyes are closed, teeth in that bottom lip as she takes me to the hilt, her hands skimming down my shoulders to my chest as she begins to move on me. I run my hands up her thighs, gripping and massaging as I stare up at her, slowly rocking my hips in time to match her movements.
It isn’t long before she’s fucking me harder, pulling grunts and groans of pleasure out of me as well. Her dark, hooded eyes lock with mine as I dig my fingers into her hips, pumping up into her each time she comes back down on me. This tight little pussy that rules my fucking life, gripping my cock so perfectly, I swear we were made for each other. She grinds herself down on me, rocking and swiveling, rolling her body in that way that makes me want to thank her boss-friend personally, for the Belly Dancing Classes they teach at her shop. I’m barely holding on… The sight of her riding me, the sexy wet sounds of our coupled bodies, the feel of her wrapped around me… I’m gonna bust in her, deep and hard.
“Jesus fuck, doll… you feel so fucking good.”
“Say it.” She pants.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Dean!”
“Fuck yeah, say my name…Let me hear it!”
