Page 83 of Serpent & Saviors

“Andrew.” Her voice was husky, and I pulled her closer.

My fingertips danced up and down her back. The heat and silky texture of her soft skin had me going crazy. Leaning in, our lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss. Lust, pure and hot, raced through me when she parted her lips and her tongue found mine.

I wanted to devour her, needed to, almost. The level of intimacy I had with her mixed with something akin to what I could only describe as addiction. I was drowning in her and would never get enough to satisfy me. She came alive under my lips.

Ever so cognizant of her body’s cues, she trembled, part fear, part arousal. Her sweet taste penetrated my senses. Groaning, I deepened the kiss. I rocked her back and forth over my throbbing cock. My hands roamed down to the curve of her ass. The feel of her thighs on either side of mine drove me crazy. I jerked when her fingers explored my chest.

Her touch was so light, yet it burned through me. She ran her fingers up and down my chest while I continued the slow rocking rhythm, increasing the pressure ever so slightly as her breathing changed.

Growling deep in my throat, I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “Angel, you don’t know what your fingers are doing to me right now, fuck.”

I moaned loudly as her fingernail grazed my nipple ever so slightly. She circled it with the tips of her fingers. She was actively rubbing her sweet pussy on my cock, moaning my name. She threw her head back as I softly stroked the skin of her waist.

“So soft,” I whispered.

“Mmm,” she cooed as her finger slipped across my nipple again. I moved my hands up her stomach to her full breasts, and I gently teased one, mirroring her touch. “God, yes,” she moaned, as I dragged my thumb across the hardened nipple.

Damn, she was driving me crazy. I loved it. Her lips found mine again, and she kissed me deeply. I was stuck, unable to get enough of her. I wanted more, but was slightly afraid of pushing her too fast. Her hands moved up my chest to my shoulders, and she kneaded them in rhythm with her rocking motion.

“I want you, Andrew Marcel, all of you, for my own.”

I grasped both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them. She buried her head in my neck, and her soft breath tickled me. Her movements became more urgent, and she rocked harder against me, my cock almost slipping inside her tight pussy. Small whimpers escaped as she threw her head back.

“Yes, Andrew, that, please…right there… I need more,” she whispered, quietly at first, then her moans grew louder and frantic, matching her movements as she worked her clit against my cock.

I cupped her breasts and leaned in. She gasped in response as I flicked my tongue across the hardened peaks. Her back arched, and she cried out. My other hand continued to knead her breast and pinched her other nipple.

As I sucked it into my mouth, I had to remind myself not to bite down when I wanted to so badly. But there was a child on the other side of the door, and I didn’t want to disturb his sleep.

“I’m going to ask you something. I need you to listen closely,” I commanded. “Think hard before you answer, because it shouldn’t be done lightly. If you need time to think it over, that is fine, too. If you really want more and all of me, as you said. Then that means you agree to be mine and only mine. I won’t share you with another. That means these are mine.” I pushed her breasts together, marveling at the way they felt in my hands.

She whimpered beautifully, her eyes glazed over as she ground her hips into mine. They fluttered closed.

“To have all of me means you have to agree to be mine and give me all of you. This pussy will be mine. This ass will be mine. No one will ever touch it, taste it, or fuck it, but me.” I angled her pussy, letting the tip of my cock sink inside her. My hands gripped her ass hard. I held her still. “Look at me, Tori,” I commanded.

Her eyes flew open, and there was an understanding that dawned. “Yes, Sir. I want the same. No one can have me but you, and no one can have you but me. If I’m going to be yours, then you have to be mine and only mine.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growled as I pulled her hips hard down the full length of my cock.

I fucked her hard, bouncing her on my cock until she came. I captured her screams with my mouth. Her body shook and trembled as she shattered around me. For a brief second in time, there was nothing but the purest pleasure sensation exploding through my body. Shaking, I flooded her pussy with my cum.

She clamped down on me as she cried out once more. Then her breathing evened against my chest, and her forehead rested right over my heart. What was left of the water had gone lukewarm, but it didn’t bother me. Nothing did.

All that mattered was the weight of her thighs draped over mine. The way my cock felt nestled inside her. The soft, lazy circles she kept drawing on my ribs with her fingertips. The reality and truth of if I hadn’t gotten to her in time—

She brushed my hair back, startling me from those thoughts, a look of concern on her face. “You’re scowling.”

I relaxed my jaw and kissed her softly. “I’m okay.”

Burrowing into me, she made a sound. It came out in a purr almost, like she was halfway asleep but fully content. If I could’ve stayed that way with her for hours, I would have. But eventually I shifted, stretching my legs beneath her.

“Angel,” I murmured, kissing her temple. “Let’s get you into bed.”

She made a soft noise of protest, then opened her eyes, blinking hard. I followed her gaze.

Oh, shit.

The bathroom floor looked like the tub had sprung a massive leak. Our bodies had created a full-on tidal wave situation. Water was everywhere. A heavy sigh broke free, and she shot upright.