She sobbed his name and he heard the edge of fear. Instantly, he lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed as tight as her fists.
“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me and breathe. Relax for me. Open your eyes. Nothing is happening here that you aren’t going to like.” He poured a mixture of command and velvet into his voice. In between his words he stroked his tongue and kisses along her thighs.
At first Seychelle shook her head, but she couldn’t resist his voice. Eyelashes fluttering, she finally focused on him.
“Talk to me, Seychelle. What are you so afraid of?” He rubbed his bristles along her inner thighs and flicked his tongue over her clit. She squirmed in response, liquid drops spilling out for him to taste.
“I don’t know what to do.” Her voice came out in a thin, frantic wail. “I read that women never really orgasm the first time. I just feel this tremendous pressure. A buildup coiling tighter and tighter, and it feels like I’m going to go insane, Savage. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Her gaze clung to his.
He smoothed his palm down her leg. He should have known. Should have reassured her. “It doesn’t matter what you read, Seychelle. This is us. You. Me. I know what I’m doing. You’re going to have multiple orgasms. Powerful ones. You just relax for me, and when I tell you to let go, you just let go. Trust me. I’ve got you. I’ll be there every time.” He poured reassurance into his voice.
All the while he circled and flicked her clit. Leaned down to lick or stab her swollen, saturated pussy with his tongue. She was so ready for him. It wouldn’t take much, and she was going to fall apart big-time for him. “You understand, baby? You trust me, not some book you read.”
She nodded, her gaze clinging to his. Eyes still on hers, he dipped his head to her very sensitive slit and indulged himself, strumming her clit at the same time. She cried out and jerked in his arms. He took her up slow, feeling the tension in her body build, the miracle that was his woman, then he settled his mouth on her clit, using his tongue as his greatest gift while his finger made a foray into those hot, tight folds.
Her channel felt like a silken fist wrapping tightly around his finger. His cock reacted, pulsing and jerking with need. He felt her body’s automatic response, those delicate muscles racing toward an orgasm as he curled his finger, stroking her sweet spot while his mouth commanded her clit.
“Now, baby, relax into it. Give yourself to me. Let me have you. Just let go.” He flicked her clit hard with his finger, stroked caresses with his thumb. Her eyes were on his as the first powerful wave took her.
It washed over her, a long series of ripples that shook her and gave him more wild strawberry honey he couldn’t resist. “Again, Seychelle. You have to be ready for me.”
He used the edge of his teeth, raking her clit, and she cried out his name, her hips bucking, body thrashing. He simply caught her cheeks in his hands and lifted her to his mouth so he could eat her like the starving man he was. More than anything, he wanted to show her that every time with him, no matter what they were doing, she was going to feel intense pleasure, that he could rock her world and he’d take care of her. This time he took her up fast, her body coiling tighter and tighter, while he ate that delicious brand of wild that was his alone. She was close. So close.
He loved the sounds she made. The little mewling cries. The way his name sounded like music. Like worship. Like love. He lifted his head. “Now, baby. Let go for me. Again.” He used his tongue and fingers ruthlessly, sending her over the edge, letting the powerful orgasm take her over. He held her hips down while she nearly convulsed with pleasure, sobbing his name, her nails in his back, in his shoulders. His wild woman. His.
“Again, baby. We’re going again.”
“I can’t. It will kill me.” She could barely get the words out.
Her breathing sounded ragged. Her tits rose and fell rapidly. Her head thrashed on the pillow, her eyes shocked but dark with desire and wide with lust.
“So good, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He said. “I need you slick and hot, baby, when I’m inside you.”
He didn’t wait. He slid her legs over his shoulders, standing so her bottom was off the bed. Swatting her ass until her cheeks were hot added to his arousal, and evidently hers as well. More hot cream leaked out of her pussy. He brought her pussy to his mouth so he could devour her the way he wanted.
Seychelle writhed and cried out, her nails raking him as he paid more attention to her inflamed clit. Dipping his fingers in her honey, he began to paint between her cheeks, claiming every inch of her body for his own. He stroked that little star and pushed in to his knuckle, lapping at the fresh flood of liquid that came in response as he made his demands on her body.