Chapter 16 #2
I take his length into my mouth, licking and wetting his shaft with long, hard flicks of my tongue.
He hums his pleasure as I hum against his cock.
He widens his legs, and I work my mouth over him, letting him lightly thrust into my mouth while I relax my throat and shoulders and take all he’s able to give.
I groan and murmur, buzzing my tongue over his hardness until he stills and tries to pull out. “Claire, I’m gonna—”
But I don’t let him move. I clamp my lips around his shaft and fuck him with my mouth, cupping his balls and fingering the delicate seam underneath.
“Holy fuck!” he roars, his hips thrusting hard against me, my lips swollen from the effort of keeping my mouth on him as he works out his pleasure. “Baby.”
He spews his load against my tongue, the hot liquid salty and slightly sweet. I swallow it down and keep bobbing my neck, fucking him through his climax. When he finally stops moving and wobbles on weak knees, I push him back onto the couch.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you sucking me here on the couch,” I whisper.
His eyes are shut, and his head is thrown back against the cushion. “Come and get it, babe.”
I strip off all my clothes, grinning because he manages to wink open one eye and watch me. Until I get to my panties. Then both eyes fly open, and his lips part.
“I could eat you for every meal and never get full,” he tells me.
I love the sound of that. Just the idea of his mouth on my sensitive skin sends a flood of wetness to my core. I reach between my legs and touch myself, my nipples going hard and my eyelids feeling heavy.
“Nuh-uh,” he says. “Mine.” He claps a hand on his thigh, and I pad over to the couch and sit on his lap.
I line up my breasts with his face, and he cups one in each hand. He lightly kisses my sternum, then flicks his hot tongue up to the hollow of my neck. “This was amazing before. But, baby,” he says, “things feel different.”
It feels that way for me too. It’s like we’re both unburdened in a way that makes everything easier.
Us is a real thing now, and it’s easy.
Together is a real thing now, and it’s easy.
Falling in love with each other… That’s real too, and it’s never felt this easy or this right.
He steals every rational thought from my brain the second he runs the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.
“Do you know how fucking delicious these are?” he asks.
“I dream about you, about your body. The way you taste, the way you smell.” He lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks one into his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around the tip to wet it, then releases it with a loud pop.
Something new and even more exhilarating surges through my body when he tastes me.
It’s like, deep in my soul, I know I can trust this man.
I know I can be myself fully and freely.
The prisoner who’s been locked down for far too long is set free.
But I’m not the newly escaped prisoner I was when Savage rescued me.
Now I’m strong, healthy, walking side by side with the man I choose and the man who’s choosing me. I’m finally and truly free.
I lean into Savage and hug his head to my chest. I’m sure he can feel the rapid pounding of my heart, but maybe he just thinks it’s his amazing breast play. Because, my God, this man knows how to lick me.
He laps the flat of his tongue against my hard peak, and a scatter storm of fire dances along my limbs. Then he takes the tip of his tongue and traces circles around my areola, his hands gripping my hips and ass. I feed him my breast, throw my head back, and lose myself to the pleasure.
I slam my eyes shut and see every color of the rainbow behind my lids. We whimper each other’s names. We sigh and moan, breathe and take breaks to kiss and tug each other’s hair.
When I’m so wet and needy I can hardly stand the ache deep in my core, I feel Savage’s cock roar back to life. He’s hard beneath me, and I lift my hips, then set myself down on his shaft.
He curses and works his hands up the back of my neck and through my hair, and I keep rubbing him, my pussy growing hotter and more swollen, my nipples aching as he lowers his face to nibble my peaks while I move along his body.
We’re locked together like that, scratching an eternal itch, until I have to have him inside me.
I can feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body, my pussy pulsing and my core clamoring for release. I lift my hips and nudge just the head of his cock inside me, and the sensation is so take-my-breath-away good, I cry out his name.
His head is still thrown back against the cushions, but his eyes are wide open and watching, his lips parted.
He’s as beautiful to me now as the first day I met him, but now there is so much more I see when I look at him.
A man who’s facing his demons. A man who loves enough to try.
A man whom I have gone from doubting to needing to caring for to wanting.
I lower myself onto his cock and feel him slide up my walls. His length hits a spot deep inside me that threatens to send me over the edge, but I’m greedy now. I have what I want, and I need to savor it, savor him.
I roll my hips slowly. The friction of our bodies works my clit and my G-spot all at the same time, and I lift and lower myself, rock and thrust, until I have to stop, have to still my legs and let the exquisite climax take over.
“Savage, fuck.” I claw at his shoulders, wanting him closer, deeper, harder, softer. Everything and all of him at once. I unleash my passion on his body, whimpering his name as I ride every crest, and then he’s coming again, shuddering and thrusting and pulling me harder onto his cock.
We’re sweating and writhing, forcing ourselves as close together as two separate humans can be, until finally, we slow down, ease our way from the heights and depths of our shared pleasure.
I collapse against his chest and rest my cheek against his shoulder.
He laces his arms around my waist, and we sit there, naked, sweating, and satisfied.
I feel a rush of fluid and don’t want to stain his couch, so I get up, peck him on the cheek, and pad to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, and when I go to clean myself up, I’m shocked to see blood.
My period? I haven’t had a period in months. And since Savage and I haven’t always been safe about preventing a pregnancy, I know now that I’m fertile again. But this means more than I’m fertile. I’m healthy. I’m coming back to myself. I’m going to be okay.
Thankfully, I bought a few tampons and some pads when I shopped for groceries last time, just in case. I clean myself up, pop in a tampon, and tuck the string out of sight. I walk back into the living room and slip on my clothes.
Savage groans. “No. Naked. Only naked.”
I laugh at his slurred words. “Are you drunk on orgasms, babe?” He did have two, and it sounds like he’s so completely drained that he can’t even speak straight.
“I dunno. Don’t care.” He grins and keeps his eyes closed but opens his arms. I sit on the couch with him, and we settle in to cuddle.
“Savage,” I say quietly. “I have more kind of good news. I just got my period back.”
His eyes fly open. “No shit. Just now?”
I nod. “That means we’ll have to be safer if we don’t want to be, you know… Sorry.”
He wraps his arms tighter around me. “Not sorry,” he says. “Never sorry. But let’s be safe for a while. I am hardly used to one kid. I don’t think I can handle two yet.”
He closes his eyes, and we hold each other until he’s snoozing lightly. My bed is just a few feet away, but I stay where I am, thinking, letting my mind travel.
I have a safe home.
A safe relationship.
A promising future.
It took a shit-ton of pain to get here. I’ve been through things I don’t know that I’d ever wish on my worst enemy. I have a lot of time to make up with my daughter. I need to take care of myself again and put the stress of Anthony and the past behind me.
But now, right here and right now, I have something that I haven’t felt since I lost my mom.
Peace.