22. Savanna #2
“Okay.” I grip the bedding in my fists, waiting for the sharp smack of his large hand, but instead it’s his mouth I feel.
“God, I love your ass,” he groans as he gives me a soft bite and then kisses the sting away. “I’m fucking obsessed with it, Van.”
His mouth always drives me crazy, and it turns out the butt is far more of an erogenous zone than I thought it’d be.
With his fingers curled around my hips, he takes his time, licking and kissing and sucking on both my cheeks until I’m fisting the sheets even tighter and slowly rocking up to meet his eager mouth.
I’m so lost to the way he’s dragging his tongue along my skin that I let out a surprised yelp when he brings his other hand down, spanking my left cheek hard enough to get my attention. My skin stings and burns, but then he moves and kisses what I’m guessing is a sizable red handprint on my ass.
The stinging fades, turning into a deep ache that I feel between my legs. His fingers graze my skin before dipping lower. The soft drag of his finger along my slit has me arching up even more as I moan into the bed.
“I think someone might like this,” he teases.
“You make everything feel good,” I tell him. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to me that wouldn’t feel good.”
“Your faith in me is a huge turn-on,” he says.
“Have I told you that?” His finger slowly starts to press inside and I immediately tighten down on him, wanting him deeper.
“I love how your body responds to me.” He slides in some more.
“I love that your pussy is always so fucking wet for me, and I love the way you wiggle and whimper and get impatient when you really want to come but I want to take my time.”
“Like right now?” I groan, rocking back and trying to get him deeper.
He lets out a soft laugh. “Exactly. My birthday girl is so eager to get fucked.”
I turn my head and try my best to glare. “Don’t forget I’m older than you. Doesn’t that mean you’re supposed to listen to me?”
His answer is another sharp smack to my ass.
“Ow,” I say, making his smile grow.
“Just for a couple of months,” he reminds me.
“You’re too young to get grumpy, Van. You’re only twenty.
” He nips at the spot he just spanked. “And I’ll be catching up soon enough.
” A wet heat trails along my skin, causing a ripple of pleasure to run through me.
“Now stop pouting so I can make you come again.”
He knows I’m about to tell him I’m not pouting, so he smacks my ass before I have the chance.
The distraction works. Instead of opening my mouth to make excuses, I end up moaning his name and arching my ass up in a way that can only be called obscene.
He doesn’t seem to mind. The deep, appreciative groan he gives makes it clear that he approves of the new view I’m giving him.
With anyone else, I’d be mortified, but not with Niki.
I feel safe with him. I can let myself be vulnerable because I know he’ll never use it against me.
To know that is freeing. It allows me to try new things without fear of consequence or rejection.
I can experiment with him, discover what I like and don’t like, and the fact that we’re able to do that together is a precious, beautiful thing.
When he palms my cheek in one of his big hands, massaging my skin while he slowly twirls his other finger inside me, I lift up even more so I’m on my knees with my upper body still pressed into the bed.
“Goddamn,” he groans. Sliding his finger out, he drags the wet digit further back until it’s resting against my back hole.
Circling the skin that I had no idea was so sensitive, he says, “Sweetheart, this feels a lot like an invitation.” The pad of his thumb drags along the puckered skin, making me gasp at the sensation.
“When you get on your knees and present this tight little asshole to me, Van, I’m going to assume it’s because you want me to do something with it. ”
I let out another whimper and clutch the bedding when he presses firmer against me.
“Hmm, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning down so he can kiss along my cheek while his thumb continues to tease me.
His mouth gets closer, licking and kissing until I can feel the heat of his breath along my crack.
“Maybe you want me to taste you here?” He drags his tongue lower, the sensation of his thumb and tongue working together make it impossible for me to answer him with actual words.
He hears my grunt and gives a soft laugh.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he murmurs against my skin. “Unless you tell me otherwise, I’m going to assume you want me to eat this ass while I use my fingers to make you come. And then when I finally slide inside you, I’m going to assume you want me to fill this tight ass with my finger.”
He trails his tongue lower, getting so close to where his thumb is but not close enough for the two to meet.
“Van? Are you listening, baby?”
I groan my response, feeling the heat of his laugh against my wet skin.
“Am I right then?” He licks just a little bit lower. “You want my mouth on your ass and then my finger and cock inside you at the same time? Is that what you want?”
He pulls back and turns to the side so he can suck on my cheek, giving me time to make my decision.
I know I can say no, and I know he won’t care if I do.
He’ll just back off and grab onto my hips instead, putting all his focus on my pussy instead of my ass.
It always feels amazing when he does that, but now he’s got me curious about other things.
All I can think about is the way his tongue had felt, teasing me as he slowly got closer to the one place that I was certain would remain untouched.
His thumb is still on me, a promise of what I could have if I only say the word.
I decide to say the word.
“Yes.” It’s only a whisper, but I know he hears it because he groans my name and then moves his thumb so he can replace it with his tongue.
The first lick has my eyes popping open in surprise and then quickly falling shut again.
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he twirls it around, awakening the nerve endings and sending a fast spike of pleasure through me.
His groans turn feral as he cups my cheeks with both hands, spreading me wider as he licks and sucks and tongues me to the breaking point.
I rock back against him, shameless and brazen and only able to think about how badly I want more.
Every part of my body is humming with arousal, and when he brings a hand down and slowly swipes his fingers over my clit, I scream his name into the bed and come hard.
His fingers are slow and gentle while his tongue is ravenous and greedy, and the combination shatters me.
I’m still reeling from the orgasm, when he pulls back, grabs my hips, and then slams into me.
My pussy stretches, taking him in, and the pull and drag of his thick length has little aftershocks exploding inside me.
Every stroke pulls a whimper from me, and when I feel him press a wet finger against my ass, I start to have serious doubts that I can take all this at once.
I’m already shaking, still riding the high, and not sure my body can handle any more.
“Niki,” I moan, and he quickly plants his hands on either side of my head. The weight of him is comforting along my back as he dips his head and kisses the nape of my neck.
“I’ve got you, Van,” he murmurs against my skin. He slowly works his hips, dipping in and out of me in long strokes that make it nearly impossible to think. “You want me to stop? Trust me, baby, I’m more than happy to come just like this.”
He sucks on the crook of my neck while I try to shake my head no. “I want it,” I say. “I want to try.”
I turn my head and he kisses me, taking his time while slowly thrusting into me. I’m completely lost to this man, never wanting to be anywhere that doesn’t include him.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he says, waiting for me to nod before he lifts back up. His fingers slide along where we’re connected until he’s soaked in my arousal, and when he presses the pad of his finger against my tight hole, I can feel how wet he is.
“I’ll go nice and slow, baby,” he says, and then I feel him press in harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle and making my body tense as soon as I feel the intrusion. “Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Just relax for me, Van.”
With his cock stretching me wide and his finger slowly nudging me open, he grips my hip with his other hand and says, “I love discovering what turns you on. I’m obsessed with watching you turn feral.”
He presses in a bit more, groaning when he feels how tight I am.
My body clenches around him, refusing to loosen up completely, but every second he’s inside me, I grow a little more comfortable with it.
It still feels foreign, and I’m not sure I’ll ever want to try for something bigger, but there’s no denying it feels good.
“Fuck,” I gasp when he rocks his hips and stills, keeping himself as deeply inside me as he can get and then does the same with his thick finger.
I’m stuffed full, the sensations so overwhelming I feel lost to them.
He stays like this, our bodies frozen, him filling me to the point of too much while my body trembles and I try to steady my breathing.
“Ready, baby?” he asks, his voice just as ragged as I feel. “I’m going to take it nice and slow.”
I nod and fist the sheets tighter, letting out a loud, guttural moan when he slowly starts to fuck both my holes.
He pulls back and thrusts in with a slowness that makes damn sure I feel every single movement.
It magnifies every sensation, and just when I think I’ve gotten a handle on things, he switches it up, moving his finger and cock in an alternating rhythm that has my hips rocking back so I can grind against his hard length.
“Fuck you feel good,” he growls. “Faster?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I pant, wanting it harder and faster.
Niki doesn’t disappoint. He puts everything he has into it, determined to make me fall apart again.
Even as his hips speed up, he’s still so careful to not hurt me.
When he thrusts in deep and I scrunch my eyes in a wince at the sharp hit against my cervix, he notices and immediately backs off, flooding my body with another rush of pleasure to replace the sting of pain.
Soon I’m lifting onto my hands so I’m on all fours, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts while he pushes me over the edge.
Throwing my head back, I yell his name, my pussy clenching his dick so tightly he has no choice but to let go with me.
He growls my name while I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his release.
His finger leaves my ass before he wraps an arm around my upper chest, lifting me up so he’s hugging me from behind, his chest pressing firmly against my back.
He’s still inside me, and I know him well enough by now to know that he could do this for hours.
The man’s stamina is never-ending, but mine isn’t, so I slump against him, exhausted and trying to catch my breath.
He kisses my neck and lightly drags his fingers along my breasts and down my stomach, featherlight touches that send shivers racing through me.
“Happy birthday,” he murmurs, kissing me as soon as I turn my head.
“Best birthday ever,” I whisper against his lips.
I feel his smile before he says, “I went easy on you this year. Next year, I’m bending you over my desk and spanking your ass red.”
“Something to look forward to.” I reach up and rest my fingers along the nape of his neck while he cups my breasts and starts to grow hard again. I laugh and shake my head. “Don’t even think about it, Niki.”
“Think about what?” he asks. He gives a soft rock of his hips while he asks it, and I shake my head and laugh again.
“You’re insatiable. I have to see our families later. I need to be able to walk.” I kiss him once more before I add, “And look my dad in the eyes.”
“Your dad loves me,” he counters.
“Yeah, because he has no idea you fuck me the way you do and stick your finger up my ass while you do it.”
His deep laugh makes it impossible to not join in, but then I hiss out a breath when he grabs my hips and lifts me off him.
“Will I ever not be sore when you do that?”
He gives me a wink. “I sincerely hope not.”
I collapse on the bed, feeling like I need to go back to sleep after what we just did. Before I can shut my eyes, Niki scoops me up and says, “Come on, birthday girl. I’m going to get you washed up, and then I’m making you breakfast.”
Snuggling up against him, I don’t waste my energy arguing. I kiss his neck and breathe in his familiar scent. He loves to spoil me, and I’m really growing to love the attention he gives me.
“I really love my bracelet,” I tell him when he sets me down in the shower and then starts the water.
“I’m glad you do. I like buying you things, and I really love seeing you wear them.”
“I’m going to have to get really creative with your gifts. I don’t know the first thing about tech, so that’s kind of out of the question, and aside from your nose ring, you don’t strike me as a jewelry-wearing guy.”
The corner of his mouth lifts up when he asks, “You don’t think I’d look good with a pinkie ring?” He holds a hand up, wiggling his long fingers while I laugh and shake my head.
“I think you could pull off anything, but I’m not buying you a pinkie ring. You’re already in a Bratva. I’m not about to start bringing in the stereotypes.”
Grabbing a washcloth, he lathers it up and starts to slowly wash me. “So no squatting in tracksuits?”
“I prefer your low-slung sweats,” I say, unable to not smile when I say those words because it’s partnered with so many mouthwatering visuals that run through my mind.
He gives my ass a soft smack. “It’s hard enough behaving myself when you’re wet and naked, but it’ll be impossible if you start looking at me like that.”
I grin and dip my head back so he can rinse my hair. I can behave myself.
For a little bit anyway.