Seychelle’s generous breasts jolted wildly with every frantic thrust, the jewelry swinging in a tangled symphony, causing a fresh flood of liquid to track down her face even as she begged him for more. She chanted his name, pleading mindlessly.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, watching her closely again. That face. So close to ecstasy. He could send her flying, give her body and her mind the need for his cock, for him, for what he could do for her anytime she hurt. She would turn to him automatically and know he would be there for her.
“You, Savage. I need you.”
“You want me to send you flying again, baby? You want that intense rush? So good, only I can give it to you? You ready for that?” He increased his pace. Hard. Sawing deliberately over that sweet spot. Again and again. Watching her face. The need building in her. The desperation.
He yanked the clamp from her left nipple, letting the jewelry fall away as he hit the remote, increasing the vibrator even as he thumped her clit hard. Simultaneously, he gave her the order. The command she always had to associate with him. The pleasure he gave her. “Now, Seychelle. Let go.”
He slammed his swelling cock into her, over and over, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge as the blood rushed back into her nipple. Her body clamped down on his like a vise, strangling him, pumping. Milking. Squeezing. Even as the tears ran down her face. The sensation was somewhere between heaven and hell. There was nothing like loving her. No experience he’d ever had rivaled it.
Her orgasm should have waned, but it seemed to intensify as his hot seed coated the walls of her channel. The scorching fist pumped, while a million hot mouths sucked greedily in unison, determined to squeeze every last drop from him. His entire body seemed to go up in flames. She screamed, the sound definitely one of pleasure, a ragged calling of his name. For a moment they were locked together so tight, Savage knew they belonged. It wasn’t just their bodies. It was something far deeper.
She sagged against him, her head dropping on his shoulder, her body shaking uncontrollably, hot tears flowing into his skin. Her legs wrapped around him as tightly as her arms, as if she was afraid that if she let him go, she’d be lost. Savage turned his head and brushed kisses along her temple.
His legs had turned to rubber, but he held her carefully, murmuring softly to her. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He kissed the side of her face. Sipped at her tears. His breath came in raw, ragged rushes, but he forced himself to pull in air. To take care of her. She was the most important thing in his world.
Seychelle had done every single thing he’d asked. Given him everything. Her complete surrender. She’d taken his hand and the strap, and he hadn’t been gentle. She’d learned her orgasms came from him. She was beyond any partner he had ever imagined. Savage hadn’t known he was capable of feeling tenderness, but she definitely brought that emotion out in him.
Seychelle was shaking almost uncontrollably. Certain she couldn’t stand on her own, he eased her back against the wall and bent his head to her sore nipple, licking at it with exquisite tenderness. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you. You’re flying too high. Come back to me.” He kept his voice low, a velvet enticement, as he kissed his way back up her throat to her face to collect her tears. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
“Don’t let go of me, Savage.” There was real fear in her voice. She circled her arms around his shoulders, linking her fingers behind his neck, shaking so hard he was afraid she might go to pieces against him.
“Angel, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you. Let me get you to a chair. I’ve got to take that plug out and wrap you up, then I’ll hold you close.” He kissed his way up her neck and behind her ear, talking softly to her, reassuring her with the sound of his voice, bringing her down gently.
With one hand, he reached around her and managed to find the plug nestled between her cheeks. “I’m going to pull this out, baby.” He had no idea where he’d tossed the remote, and the damn thing was still vibrating. He tugged. She shuddered in his arms, then gasped when her breasts slid over his chest, her nipples pressing tightly against him. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured over and over in reassurance.
Once he knew he had his legs under him, he shifted her in his arms, allowing his cock to slide out of her. The movement triggered a series of aftershocks to ripple through her body. She moaned, her mouth against him, teeth biting into his shoulder as he lifted her, cradling her against him.