Her eyes fly open, and she grabs for her sleep shirt to cover herself. “What happened?” she asks, her voice worried.
“Ribs ain’t liking that. So, I’m gonna need your help, baby. We gotta trade places.”
She grins and drops the sleep shirt.
I lie back against the headboard again and pat my thighs. “Here,” I tell her.
She straddles me, and I pull her close, then scoot my ass a little lower on the bed so I can cup her tits in my hands and bring them close to my face.
I give her no warning, I just lick one hard nipple up and down, laving the tender flesh with my tongue while holding her hips in my hands.
She gasps and arches her back, pressing into my chest. I feel her fingers weave through my hair, and she feeds me her tit, urging me to take her fully into my mouth.
I happily oblige, sucking her nipple all the way into my mouth hard, then soft. I nibble it and breathe hot kisses on the underside of her breast, worshipping every inch of her skin until she’s trembling with need.
“Savage,” she cries softly, “my God, that feels so good.”
“How good?” I ask her, blowing a warm breath along her flushed breast. “What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she pants. “I just want more.”
“We gotta get up,” I tell her because I’m in pain again.
She widens her eyes but scoots off my lap. I roll offthe bed and take her hand, then in one swoop, I tug her sleep shorts and panties off. She stands beside the bed, her breasts pink from my attention, from my mouth. Her thighs tremble with desire, and I resist the urge to stop and taste every freckle that dances a path from her knees to her hips.
The sight of her bare thighs, the curls of her hair covering her pussy, makes me painfully hard. But I motion for her to lie back on the bed, and she does, settling herself so her ass is at the edge of the mattress. I’m gonna make sure she gets every bit of satisfaction she needs. This will do the job. As long as I don’t have to twist my torso too much, I can make this work.
I kneel on the floor and rake my hands up and down her thighs. She sighs and shudders as I massage my way from her knees to her hips and down again, widening her legs apart when I get back to her knees.
From this vantage point, I can bend just a little and see every inch of her pussy, spread open for me and fucking wet. It takes every ounce of my self-control to keep my dick in my pants, every bit of restraint I possess not to plunge myself deep inside and fuck her senseless.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
First, I take a finger and stroke her, moving past her damp curls and finding her core. She whimpers and squirms but widens her legs farther, giving me an even better view of her pleasure. I stroke her wetness andspread it everywhere, paying special attention to her swollen clit. I can’t fucking help myself, though. I stop and pull my fingers away, sticking them in my mouth to suck her juices off my fingertips.
“Sweet as fucking sin,” I whisper, licking my fingers clean. “My God, baby, you’re delicious inside and out.”
She giggles and grips the bedsheets in her fingers. “Savage, fuck…”
“I know, baby. I know.” I go back to her pussy, stroking her and lightly tapping her clit just to get it wet. Then I gently pinch the swollen bud between two fingers and roll her moisture over it, kneading her sensitive flesh to work up the pleasure until she’s writhing and panting.
“Savage,” she gasps, grabbing for my hair and tugging, pushing, wriggling for me to release the same ache I know I’m feeling.
“I got you,” I promise. Then I slide one finger inside her, reaching deep and crooking until I feel the spongy wall deep inside. I lower my mouth and let my tongue take over the work on her clit while one finger, then two, explores her hot, wet center.
“Oh no, no, no,” she groans, her hips bucking, lifting and riding to meet my hand. “Oh God, no, this is too good. Savage, I can’t… Savage, I’m gonna…”
I hum my satisfaction against her sweet pussy, then roll the tip of my tongue over her clit while finger-fucking her hard and deep. “Come for me, Claire. Come on, baby.”
At my words, she melts, releasing a high-pitchedmoan that has me leaking inside my sweats. “Oh fuck, Savage.”
Then I feel it, the clenching of her walls, the euphoric spasm as she lifts her hips and grabs my hand with hers, grinding against my fingers as she wrings every ounce of pleasure from my touch.
“That good, baby?” I ask. “You want more?”
