Page 203 of Savior
“Can we take this to the bedroom now?” I ask again. “We can leave your music playing, baby… Just… let’s get off of this fucking couch.”
“No… We’re taking this cabin back, and everything in it. This is our place. Our couch. Our bodies. Our love.”
Vacillating emotions war inside me in waves, as I realize her intentions. “Doll…”
“Make love to me, right here.” She whispers, her soft fingers trailing my jaw.
“Vanna… I-”
“Please… We both need this… I’ll do all the work, if you can’t...”
Fuck… “You… need this?”
She only nods, her hands dropping to fumble with my belt.
That’s what all this was about. Working ourselves up to this moment. Her attempt to change the energy of this room with her music and dancing and laughter. The beer was to help ease me into this… A little lubrication for another magical mind-fucking... To make it easier for me. She knew I’d be resistant.
“Can you do this, for us?” she asks, working at my fly now.
“There’s nothing I can’t, or won’t do for you, baby.” I whisper. She brings her lips to mine again, kissing me deeply. I shove my hands up her sundress, only to discover she’s already discarded her panties at some point. Probably when I went to the bathroom. My devious little Witch… My naughty little Peony… Her eagerness has my cock already half hard for her as she pulls me out and begins to stroke me the rest of the way. I close my eyes and try to imagine that we’re someplace else… Any fucking place else.
“Look at me.” She whispers, pulling away from our kiss and releasing me to lean back in my lap.
I open my eyes and watch her as she gathers the fabric of her skirt, attempting to pull the dress up and over her head. I help her out of it, and she tosses the garment on the floor. I place my hand on her belly, now a bit more obvious she’s pregnant. Her skin is still soft, but her stomach is hard and slightly rounded. I’m always amazed when I get to look at her pregnant body up close. To study the changes in her. But she grabs my hands, moving them up to her breasts, which are noticeably larger and heavier in recent weeks as well. Her hands cup over mine as I press my palms against her hardening nipples.
“Do you still find me attractive like this?” she asks.
“Yes. Of course, I do.”
“Show me.”
I slide my hand up her chest, to the nape of her neck and pull her back to my mouth, having my way with her hot kiss. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer to me as she lifts herself, grabbing and angling me against her. She sinks down on me, moaning into my mouth as my cock enters her, enveloping me in her slick, tight, heat. I’m barely aware that the music on the Victrola is now playing Unchained Melody. I don’t think Vanna is aware either, as she fucks me faster and harder, breaking away from our kiss again as she tilts her head back, exposing her sexy throat to me. I kiss down her jaw, to lick and suck her neck, my teeth scraping her skin as I hold her firmly to me.
“Tell me who I belong to.” She whimpers.
“You’re mine.” I growl against her skin. “All fucking mine, Vanna.”
“Show me…” she demands once more, taking my mouth roughly. She kisses me hard, then drags her tongue across my lower lip, before she gently nips at it. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I grab her and twist, taking her down to the cushions and caging her beneath me. I drive myself inside her again, though careful not to put all of my weight on her. She reaches up to cup my face in her hands, coaxing me back to her hot kiss.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Dean.” She begs again.
“I mean everything I’m giving you, baby.” I tell her, slowly pushing inside her as deeply as I can get, grinding myself against her clit. She swivels her hips beneath me, grinding back, and I have to breathe deeply to keep my wits about me. She feels so fucking good, wrapped and writhing around me. I bring my hand between us to rub her clit harder. She’s going to drive me over the edge before I get her off, and that just won’t do.
“You’re the only man that’s ever fucked me in this cabin…” she pants beneath me, “No other but you, Dean.”
I stare into her heated, hooded gaze. I know this… But what happened to her…what could have happened to her… right fucking here… And I was powerless to stop it… I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force the invasive thoughts from my mind.
“Don’t slow down, and don’t close your eyes.” She whispers. “Look at me when you take what belongs to you.”
My mouth seeks hers as our eyes lock once more, and I kiss her deeply, pumping harder and faster. Thank God it isn’t long before she’s quivering beneath me, her muscles rippling and clenching, beckoning for my own release. Gripping her tightly, I race over the edge, joining her in our shared ecstasy as I erupt, pouring everything that I am, and all I’ve got in me to give, into her.
“Fuck, Vanna…” I pant, damn near light headed and sweating. Her skin is slightly damp with perspiration as well. I’m about to get off of her, when she squeezes me between her thighs.
“No… lie with me, Dean.” One of her hands slides to my back, pulling me, the other trails up my neck to the back of my head, her fingers gently stroking through my hair to coax me down upon her. I lower myself to kiss the dewy skin of her chest, before I rest my face against her.
We lie together for a while, listening to the music. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow, by The Shirelles, is playing now, when she finally speaks.
