When a light sheen dotted her body and she threw her head back, he moved up to her, wrapping his arm around her, one hand thrumming expertly over her clit while his fingers plunged in and out of her, his other hand tugging and rolling her right nipple. “You need to let go, don’t you? It’s crashing through you, isn’t it, baby? That’s the fire. It’s rolling so hot and wild you can’t stop it. You need to let go.”
Her head fell back on his shoulder, and her eyelashes were wet. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her. “Your fuckin’ pussy is so hot, baby. It’s a fuckin’ wildfire. Let go for me. Give that to me.” He bent his head and took her tears, simultaneously stroking and flicking with his fingers in her scorching-hot pussy while the climax roared through her, taking her in a wild, violent perfect storm of blended, confused sensations. The whip fell over and over in much harder stinging strikes, urging the orgasm into continuous crashing, thundering, rolling waves, each building on the last.
Her entire body bucked against him, her soft little sobs intermingling with her cries of bliss. Savage tossed the whip on the couch. She might have fallen if he hadn’t held her up with one arm around her waist, keeping his body tight against hers so she felt every inch of him against those lashes. He splayed one hand on her belly and then lower to feel the brutal spasms rolling through her body.
“It’s all right, baby,” he soothed. “You’re just flying high. I’m right here with you. Breathe for me.” He rubbed her shuddering body gently, his other palm covering those hot streaks over her ass cheeks. “Relax for me now. Just breathe.”
When she took a breath, Savage reached down and unhooked first one ankle and then the other before reaching up to unhook her wrists. At once she slumped into his arms. He took her weight. “Eyes to mine, baby,” he commanded. She needed an anchor.
Seychelle lifted her lashes and made an attempt to focus on his face. He leaned in and sipped at her tears. He’d take them over diamonds every time from his woman if she gave them to him honestly. These were honestly given, and they were for him. He kissed his way down her cheek to the corner of her mouth, pressing his body tight against hers so she felt his raging cock nestled against those ferocious stripes.
“Gotta get my cock in you, woman.”
A ghost of a smile touched her mouth even through her tears. That got him right in the heart. He lifted her. When he did, her bound hands slid down his chest and found his diamond-hard cock. Just the brush of her fingertips ignited a storm of fierce lust in him.
Savage carried his woman to the bed, making it as far as the side before putting her belly down over the edge, presenting that beautifully striped backside to him. Adrenaline rose with a hot dark lust mixing into a ferocious need to own her.
“Don’t move, baby, stay right there.”
Looking down at her, at those vivid stripes on her back, with her ass and pussy presented to him while she waited submissively, he felt the ultimate surge of power, of control. Soft little sobs still intermingled with needy whispers begging for more. She tried to muffle both by pressing her mouth on the comforter. She didn’t wait long. She turned her head, pushing out her ass a little desperately, seeking his cock.
He caught her hair in his fist. All that thick honey-colored hair, and deliberately yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back. He dragged his nails down the streaks, all the way from her ribs over the beautiful curves of her ass cheeks to her thighs, lighting streaks of fire all over again.
She hissed and bucked. He swatted her hard. “I said, don’t move.” His hand slid between her spread legs. “So slick for me. You like this, our dirty, sinful lesson. You liked this one a hell of a lot.” He whispered the truth to her even as he lodged the thick head of his cock into her entrance. “Didn’t you, Seychelle?”
So fucking hot. An inferno. His heart pounded, and he felt her heartbeat right through the walls of her feminine sheath. She was burning him alive, and he wasn’t even all the way inside of her.
She tried to push back, to impale herself on him, but he held her still. “Such a greedy little girl.” The marks on her skin inflamed him. Drove him wild.
“You did like it, didn’t you, baby?” He rubbed his hand over the hot marks on her rounded ass. The stripes were so beautiful to him. Bright and fiery, standing out so starkly against her perfect skin. “It feels like fire burning right through your pretty little pussy, doesn’t it?” She was so beautiful to him. Perfection. He wanted to savor this moment. To hold it in his memory as long as he could.