As Mae yelled his name and grabbed his hair hard, he unhinged completely. Locking his palms on the backs of her thighs, he widened her even farther as he pleasured her with his mouth and his tongue—lapping and sucking at her until he knew she was getting close.
With a sudden surge, Mae moved herself against his face and—
Just as he’d intended, she called out and went rigid, except for her sawing breath. And then she jerked over and over again, her body releasing as he licked at her to keep her going . . . while all he wanted was to be inside of her, feeling her contractions until he orgasmed, too.
Except he wasn’t going to do that.
She deserved so much better than him for her first time, and he was not going to cheat her out of the joy and communion that would come when she gave herself out of love instead of desperation. He just couldn’t do that to her.
The good news? There were a lot of other things they could do together.
When Mae finally went limp, her arms flopping on the duvet, her head doing the same, she was breathing hard, her breasts pumping up and down, her ribs expanding and contracting. Sahvage smiled and started planning their next position. Like her on all fours in front of him, his hand jerking himself off all over her sex so he could lick her clean—
Off in the distance, out in the sitting room, a phone started ringing.
But like he was leaving her, under any circumstances?
“Sahvage?” she asked on a mumble.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured as he stroked her thighs.
“What . . . what are you going to do now? What . . . what about you?”
Straightening on his knees, he went for his waistband. As he undid his combats, he realized his cock was so hard, so hungry, that he had to grit his teeth and exercise some self-control—or risk coming all over her.
Which he was about to do. He just wanted to be naked when he did it—and she was so relaxed, he decided he wasn’t going to make her get on her knees. He liked this view just fine, her breasts taut and straining, her belly so smooth, her sex . . .
“You okay?” he asked her. Like the penetration that was happening in his mind was actually going on right now.
“I’m . . . oh, God, yes . . .” she said as she saw his erection.
With hands that were suddenly trembling, he did away with his pants, all but Magic Mike’ing them by ripping them off his lower body.
And what do you know, her mattress happened to be at the perfect height for him: His erection was right at the level of her core. But he needed to be sure.
“You all right?”
“Oh, God, yes . . . and I want more.”
“You do?” He didn’t mean to stroke himself. But he did. “Fuck, Mae . . .”
Her hands were restless, grabbing at the duvet, fisting it up . . . one of them slipping free and bumping into her hip.
Sahvage reached out and took her hand. Moving it between her legs, she gasped as he caressed her with her own fingers while he worked his cock.
As she came close to climaxing again, he said, “Mae—Mae, look up at me.”
In the dimness, he caught her gleaming eyes as she followed his command. And then he lifted what she’d been rubbing herself with to his mouth. Sucking her fingers in, he was oh, so satisfied as she cried out again, his name echoing around her bedroom.
Lapping up her essence, he smiled in the darkness . . . as he realized she already was the best lover he’d ever had.
• • •
When Mae’s eyes squeezed shut, she couldn’t make them stay open. But good God, she wanted to keep seeing everything. She wanted to watch all of it—yet there was a surprising eroticism to the darkness. All she knew was Sahvage’s tongue, hot and slick, licking at her fingers . . . then his hot and slick mouth sucking her thumb in.
The smacking noises made her insane.
And a new release rolled through her.
When it finally drifted off, she opened her eyes. Her lover was a hulking shape above her and his scent was flooding her nose and he was—
He lowered her hand to the duvet. And just as she was about to ask him—what had she been going to ask?—she felt something on her sex.
It was not his fingers. It was not his mouth.
It was blunt. And very smooth. And very hot.
Mae arched again, and if there had been a way to get her thighs even farther apart, she would have done it.
Sahvage stroked her with himself, teasing the opening to her sex, then focusing on the top of her cleft. As another orgasm sprang into her core, into her blood, she knew now was the time . . . now was when it was going to happen . . .