Page 59 of Save Me

Just raw, unbidden passion.

I lick along the spot where I bit, soothing it. Her legs begin to tighten around my back. Her hips rise frantically as she reaches for her orgasm.

I feel it the moment it hits her. Her pussy tightens around my shaft.

She lets out a scream and throws her head back, her arms firmly clinging to me. I stroke her through her orgasm, letting myself feel her come around me for the first time. I knew what it felt like for her to come on my tongue.

Amazing.

But this is a different level of amazement. I want to capture this feeling to always keep it with me.

Ripples of pleasure shoot down my spine, and my own orgasm has me in its clutches. Kennedy holds me tighter, clinging to me as if she knows I’m hers as I come.

I don’t know how long it lasts. A few seconds, minutes, days, or hours. I don’t care either.

Having her skin against mine, my cock inside of her, and her breath caressing my ear as she strives to regulate her breathing is all I need.

I don’t want to move, even after my orgasm lets up. I want to remain in this position. Yet, I have to.

I roll our bodies so that she lays on top of me, my cock still inside of her. Kennedy lays her head against my chest and sighs in satisfaction.

I run my fingers through her hair. It’s a mess now, and the pins she used for her bun are desperately hanging from the curls. It’s no use, though.

“I could stay like this all night,” she says dreamily.

“Then we will.”

Her head pops up, her eyes ballooning. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You told me you’d have me back in time for work. It’s late enough as it is.” She starts to move, and my cock slides out of her.

We both groan.

She sits up anyway. My eyes immediately fall to her pert breasts. They’re fucking perfect. Like everything else about her. Her dark brown areolas beckon me to touch them. I suddenly regret not leaving my mark on them.

“No.” She swats my hands away when I reach for her breasts. “If you touch me again, we’ll end up where we just were,” she admits.

She sits on her knees beside me, fully naked. And I unashamedly let my eyes drink in the view. I work on memorizing every contour, every angle, and a bit of space on her that I aim to kiss, touch, and lick next time.

“It’s late,” she finally says. I don’t even think she realizes how much lust is in her voice. “We should get back to Williamsport,” she nearly whispers.

A smirk creases my lips when I watch her eyes sweep down the length of my body. She pauses on my semi-erect dick. Her eyes widen, and there’s a small flush that hits her cheeks.

“We should go.” She takes one of the sheets to cover herself. Like that would stop me. I finally sit up and take her hips in my hands, holding her so she has nowhere to go.

“Dae,” she calls.

But the sound comes out on half of a moan when I dip my head to kiss her neck. Specifically, the spot where I left a mark. She looks good with my mark on her.

“Seriously, I have to work in the morning. This investigation—”

I cut her off with a quick kiss. “We’ll go,” I say. “But only after you promise me the next time, I get to keep you in my arms for the entire night.” My hold on her hips tightens.

“You want me to spend the night with you?”

I shake my head, realizing I phrased it as a question. “You will stay the night with me, Kennedy.” And every night thereafter. “I need you to know that’s how it’s going to be.”

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