Page 84 of Savior
“Aren’t birthdays all about surprises?”
“You want a surprise?” I’m intrigued, and a bit surprised myself.
She scrapes that bottom lip through her teeth as she gives me a little shrug.
“Brave girl.” It’s my turn to tease her. “Perhaps I’ll have you turn over, after all.”
Her eyes instantly widen. That innocence about her tugging at my heart and balls simultaneously. I have to fight to keep my expression neutral.
“Not that kind of surprise.” She nervously whispers. “It’s my birthday, not yours.”
I quirk a brow at her now. “Are you insinuating I could have that for my birthday?”
“I’m not making any promises, rogue!” she scowls at me, though she’s still smiling. “The timing wouldn’t work out anyway. At least not this year. By the time it’s your birthday, there will be two Scorpios living under this roof, and I’ll be out of commission for a while.”
“Fair point.” I sigh.
She feigns a sympathetic pout at me, then pats the bed. “Come here.”
I move to lay beside her, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze down at her.
“You know how to make me feel good.” She says softly, reaching up and stroking my jaw. “Sometimes, I think you know me better than I know myself.”
I place my hand above her knee and slowly run it up her sexy thigh. “I certainly appreciate you more than you do yourself.”
Of course, she doesn’t say anything.
When my trailing touch reaches the apex of her thighs, she bends her other leg, lowering the shapely limb back down against the mattress, granting me full access. Wide open and waiting for my attention, I slide my hand between her legs, gently massaging her lips over her panties. It isn’t long before her need drives her to writhe against my hand, eager for more friction. I could listen to her faint little moans of desire all night long.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.” I whisper.
“More.” She breathes.
I slip my hand into her panties, cupping her sex. “Tell me.”
“Keep touching me, Dean… please…” she whimpers, “make me feel good.”
“You do feel good, baby.” I growl in her ear as I spread her open with my ring and forefinger. Dipping my middle finger between her lips, a groan of my own rumbles up my throat at the feel of her wet, hot pussy. I stroke her up and down. Slick with her arousal, I slide my fingers up slightly, to give her hardening little clit some much deserved attention. She jerks at the sensation, sucking in a sharp gasp as her head tilts back against the pillow. I watch as she bites into that lower lip, her eyes closed, her brows pinched together, attempting to stifle her moans. I rub her little nub harder, two fingers grinding against it and slipping it between them as I stroke her some more. Her mouth pops open as she gasps for air. I lower myself to seal her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue inside. I capture her gasps and whimpers, roughly working her towards the edge.
“Oh, Dean! Dean!” she pants against my mouth.
Her desperate cries have my cock throbbing, and I grind myself against her body, letting her feel the precum beading at the head of my cock on her flushed skin. I slide my two fingers down between her hot little slit, pushing inside of her. Her hips rock against my hand, greedy for more. I shove my body against her harder, coaxing her to roll onto her side.
Wrapping my other hand around her throat from behind, I pull her back against my chest, her head against my shoulder, and continue to stroke and fuck her with my fingers. Her arm reaches up and back to touch me, gripping the back of my neck, but she doesn’t object at all to the placement of my hand. I tighten my grip on her throat, enough to feel her swallow. To feel the vibrations of her sexy groans and whimpers.
“Come for me, baby.” I whisper against her ear, before I lick the shell of it and bite her little lobe. “Come all over these fingers you fucking love so much. Let me feel this little pussy grip and quiver around them.”
Her breath quickens as her body begins to tense, her walls tightening around my fingers as I curl them to hit her g-spot.
The sounds emanating from her are maddening, driving my need to have my cock buried deep inside her. I grind my body against her as I continue to work her pussy, practically shoving her all the way over onto her stomach.
“Oh God, oh God!” she gasps, her hips rocking against my hand, her nails digging into the back of my shoulder. I barely feel it, until she drags them across my skin. The slight burn of being marked by her only makes me want to fuck her more.
“Give it up to me, baby…”
She shudders beneath me, crying out my name against the comforter as she comes.
I don’t let her catch her breath.
