Page 8 of Rescued By Love

My pussy clenches at his words, an achy feeling forming between my legs. Then he lowers his mouth to my left breast, and a consuming heat erupts in my stomach. He starts to suckle and I close my eyes with a soft moan, wanting more. Needing more.

I've never felt such overwhelming pleasure. I never thought myself capable. Sometimes, when I crave those feelings of euphoria described in books, I try to touch myself, but I always end up stopping midway because it just feels so silly.

Now, I find myself lost in a whirlwind of sensations, similar to those described in my romance novels. I find myself arching into his mouth. His hands roam my body, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. His lips on my skin send shivers down my spine, awakening desires I never dared to explore. At that moment, every inhibition melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for something more… something I can't seem to name.

The heat of his mouth… The wetness of his tongue… The teasing strokes of his thumb … everything is serving to drive me crazy with pleasure. My head feels like it's swimming, floating with nothingness. The ache in my core has spread through my body, demanding release.

Then he slides down my body and puts his mouth on my clits, and I lose it. I scream, clawing my fingers into the sheets as my hips buck. My legs start to shake, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he raises my knees and spreads my legs wider, his strong hands holding me down as he continues to torture me with his tongue. I bury my hands in his hair, unsure whether to pull him away or hold him down.

“Oh, Derek,” I moan, writhing helplessly beneath him. “Please… Please…”

He raises his head slightly to look at me, his mouth curving wickedly at the corner. “What do you want, love?”

I shake my head, running my tongue over my parched lips. “I-I don't know.”

“Oh, I know,” he murmurs, inserting a finger inside of me. I gasp – even a single digit feels massive.

He starts to move his finger inside of me, settling into a maddeningly slow rhythm while his tongue explores my mouth with equal calculated intensity.

Pleasure rolls over me in waves, and I’m afraid I'll die from feeling too much all at once. Then, he flicks his finger in a way that has me spiraling over the edge. I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as I scream into his mouth, shaking uncontrollably beneath him. And when he draws back to look at me, I clench my teeth, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“Look how gorgeous you are, Grace,” he says, his eyes gleaming with a tenderness that seems to push me further into the abyss of pleasure.

“I want to be inside of you so badly right now,” he continues gruffly.

“I-I want you too, Derek,” I mutter breathlessly, raising my hips as if to prove a point. “Now. Please.”

He rises to his knees and pulls off his nightshirt while I fumble with his pants, my hands trembling badly as I pull the cloth down. My heart leaps at the sight of him. Big and proud. I trail my fingers along his length, awed by the contrast between the smooth skin and pulsing veins.

He grabs my hand, his body shuddering involuntarily. "Oh, don't do that."

“Why not?”

"There's only so much I can take at the moment, hun," he replies, leaning forward to kiss my forehead, then my nose, and finally my mouth. He takes both of my hands in his, weaving his fingers into mine. Then he raises our joined hands above our heads and slides into me slowly.

A breathy sigh bursts from my lips. I shut my eyes, reveling in the feeling of wholeness that envelops me.

“No no, baby,” Derek says, his voice urgent. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes to look into his eyes. Emotions swirl in their endless green depths, complex yet somehow relatable. It's like looking in the mirror, and in that fragile moment, I see in his eyes everything that I feel.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks gently.

I shake my head. “No.”

He pulls out and pushes into me again with a soft grunt. He continues to move inside of me, setting a rhythm, slow and steady. All the while he keeps his eyes fixated on mine, holding me prisoner to his smoldering gaze.

Suddenly, he slams into me so hard that I let out a throaty cry. He pulls back and thrusts into me again, even harder this time. I scream his name, arching off the bed as pleasure zaps through every nerve. It’s too much, almost unbearable. I feel like I'm flying, falling, and spinning all at once. The world has no shape or form and nothing makes sense except for the feeling of him inside of me, tearing me down and filling me up.

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I want to look away, shield myself from the intensity in his eyes, but I can't seem to move. I'm trapped, completely at his mercy. Yet… I've never felt so free. So whole.

Chapter Six

Derek

I roll over in bed, blindly reaching out to the space beside me only to be met with emptiness. I open my eyes to discover that my wife isn’t beside me.

My wife.

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