Page 60 of Savior
“Oh… God… Dean…” I try not to grip his hair too tightly, since he’s being so delicate with me. But he’s driving me crazy. He lets up on my clit momentarily, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue, groaning himself as he fucks me with it. His thumb moves to my clit, rubbing in small, firm circles. I can’t control my hips as they try to work in unison with his thrusting tongue inside me. He licks back up and flicks my clit with it, swirling it around as he slips his finger back inside me, then sucks in that rhythmic pattern that jolts me right to the brink once more.
Squeezing my hand, he looks up at me through his dark eyelashes, wet with little droplets. I know he wants to watch me come for him. He slips a second finger inside me and sucks a little harder, fucking me a little faster, tossing me over the edge.
My orgasm tears through me, and I convulse around his fingers, crying out as my entire body shudders and jerks beyond my control. Holding his head against me firmly, my hips buck against his face, my leg curls around his shoulder, until the tremors subside and my body relaxes against the stone wall. My hand slides down to his face and I stroke his stubbled jaw, smiling down at him for a moment. He licks his lips before standing, then pulls me to my feet. My limbs are weak and shaky from just having come so hard. My body still humming through the aftershocks.
Dean turns me around so I’m facing the wall as he swipes my wet hair to one side, exposing my neck and shoulder to him.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He whispers in my ear. I do, feeling him position himself behind me, sliding his hard cock up between my thighs. The velvety, swollen head presses against my entrance. He wraps his arm around my middle as I reach forward to press my palms against the stone wall, bending over slightly to give him a better angle to push himself inside me.
He takes me slowly, gentle, though he doesn’t stop until he’s buried inside me to the hilt. I moan at the burning stretch of him taking me. His thrusts are unhurried and deliberate, as he works his cock all the way inside, then almost all the way out, allowing the head of his cock to remain within me. Deep, long strokes, as if he wants to relish every inch. He’s rarely fucked me like this. This slowly, and when he does, it isn’t usually for long.
I feel his teeth scrape the back of my shoulder as he groans, “Fuck, you feel so good, baby… tell me this is mine.”
I do, and he wraps his arm around me to fondle my breasts, his other hand sliding lower to rub my sensitive clit. He pulls me back against him, as if he needs to be as close as possible. His mouth kissing and nipping the top of my shoulder and side of my neck, working his way to my ear where he licks and nibbles my lobe. All the while, keeping up his slow, deliberate, and increasinglyexcruciating thrusts.
Dean’s oral skills always get me soaking wet for him. Though making love in the shower, the water washing away the natural lubrication of our bodies, especially with the way he’s fucking me, I’m really feeling every bit of his manhood. Every inch. Every agonizing thrust.
What he said before, about bending me over his knee and spanking me, jumps to the forefront of my mind. I knew he wouldn’t do that… Not knowing my past with Jack… But I bet he wants this…
To make me ache…
To make me remember…
Dean knows I’ll still feel this soreness into tomorrow...
His possessiveness, his subtle dominance, turns me on even more and I groan, pushing back on him as he lets out a throaty growl of his own.
“Mmmm… fuck, Vanna…”
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, wondering if he’ll confess. That spiral is coiling inside of me again. I drop one of my hands from the stone wall to slide down his forearm, over the tourmaline bracelet around his wrist, until my fingers linger against his. It gets me hotter, feeling his powerful hand pleasuring me so gently, knowing what strength and brutalities this same hand is capable of. It makes me shudder and clench around his cock.
He groans, raking his rough, stubbled jaw across my shoulder, bringing his mouth to my ear once more. His voice is deep and thick with passion when he answers me, “I’m loving you, baby.”
