Masters at Arms (Rescue Me Saga, #0.5)(26)
Expecting him to take them off himself now, she was taken aback when his head bent toward her *. She tried to close her legs, then gasped at the friction of the bandages against her raw skin.
He leaned back and looked up at her. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. It wasn’t his fault. Still, he mustn’t look at her there. She felt heat rise in her face. Shame. But he continued to hold her legs open wide. Waiting.
“Please, let me taste you.”
Savannah felt her face grow hotter. He was begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head and watched as he smiled, then lowered himself to her again. When his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded. Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.
“Ohh!”
Empowered, he took his finger and wet it against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, Lord, yes!” The combination of his tongue and finger were delicious. Then another finger joined the first and he moved them in a “come here” motion that was her undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse. No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference, she was discovering.
She couldn’t hold back. When would he enter her? Then his lips were gone and she felt his eyes on her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her. “Explode for me, bebé. Don’t hold anything back.”
His tongue returned to draw gentle circles against her clit and she came undone. Her screams of ecstasy crashed against the walls of the cave as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. She held his head to her, pulling fists full of his hair free of his queue, not wanting the moment to end for anything. But it did. Tears spilled from her eyes. The intense beauty of the orgasm left her feeling fragile. Wanting more.
Feeling lost.
Then Damián stood and removed his jeans. She watched his penis spring loose, large and erect. Oh, Lord. He’d never fit inside her.
Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his body down against her chest. Smothered. She couldn’t breathe. “No!” She pushed him off her chest, gasping to fill her lungs.
Breathe, Savi. He doesn’t want to hurt you.
She opened her eyes. Damián looked down at her and brushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong, querida?”
Oh, God. She didn’t want him to stop. And she didn’t want to explain why she couldn’t have him on top of her. “I need to see your face when you make love with me.”
He smiled and propped himself up on his hands. Lord, he was so beautiful. He pressed his erection against her sensitive clit. She pulled his face toward hers and met him halfway, kissing his full, wet mouth. Unlike their kiss on the beach, this time she tasted herself on his lips. How strange. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she felt his penis throbbing against her clit, which responded in kind. Her nipples tightened and budded.
He pulled back, propping himself on one hand. The veins in his arms bulged as he took his penis and rubbed it up and down against her wet * lips. Each time he touched her clit, she surged upward.
“Oh, bebé. You’re so f*cking sexy.”
The sweet sentimental endearment, coupled with such a crude word, sent her libido into overdrive. She reached down and guided him to the opening of her vagina. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Oh, shit.” He started to pull back. “I don’t have protection.”
Savannah smiled that he would be concerned, but she knew there wouldn’t be time for a baby to grow inside her. The thought of continuing life as she’d known it when Damián took her home tonight was even more unfathomable than yesterday when she’d made her decision to end her life. She only had today and she wanted to experience being made love to more than any other dying wish.
So she lied to him. “I’m on the pill.”
His eyes grew smoky as he balanced himself on both hands and rammed his penis inside her to the hilt. She grunted, feeling as if she’d been split apart.
“I’m sorry. You’re so f*cking tight.” He lay still, waiting for her to adjust to his size. His breathing was shallow and rapid, as was hers. She felt him throbbing inside her and tilted her pelvis, taking him deeper. “That’s right, bebé. Fuck me.”
She wrapped her legs around his back, letting her feet rest against his buttocks as she let him deeper inside. He pulled almost completely out of her, then she drove him home inside her again. Tilting her pelvis, she matched him stroke for stroke. She’d never felt so full, as if the tip of his rod touched her cervix. She reached up and placed her hands on his upper arms, feeling the strength and sinew in his muscles as his strokes grew faster. Harder. Each upward thrust of his penis jolted against her clit. Even though the friction wasn’t enough for her to come, she didn’t care.
Savannah just wanted to feel Damián possessing her, to feel him claiming her body. She’d never willingly given her body to any man. She felt empowered for the first time in her life. She’d chosen to be with him.
Then he reached his hand between their bodies, his finger and thumb stroking her wetness. When he placed his thumb on the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb and finger to massage her, she screamed. “Ohhhh, God!” She closed her eyes. His thumb grazed her clit as he pounded into her vagina. Savannah felt an explosion building inside her, unlike anything she’d experienced before. She held on, her fingernails digging into his muscles. She panted, unable to catch a deep breath. Dizzy with the sensations roiling through her body, she groaned. So close. She’d never felt such euphoria.