Page 36 of Savage Obsession

Jesus. I sit beside her. “Lie back and spread your legs.”

“What? Why?”

“Which part wasn’t clear?” I meet her startled gaze, hold it.

She does as I ask, eventually, putting about a foot between her knees.

“You can say ‘no’ if you want.”

“It’s not that. I just… I’m not sure what’s happening here. With us.”

Me neither, at least in the long term. Right here and now, though… “We’re going to fuck like bunnies, just the way we used to.”

“We can’t turn back the clock.”

“It’s the here and now I’m interested in…” I place my hands on her knees and push them further apart, “…and this beautiful pussy.”

“Baz, I don’t think… aaaah!”

Her half-hearted protests are silenced when I lower my head to draw the flat of my tongue from her arse to her clit. Her body softens; she tips her hips upwards as though asking for more.

I’m happy to supply what she wants. I settle in to feast, lapping and licking while she writhes against the mattress. Her fingers are in my hair, combing through the short strands while she pants her pleasure.

I bring my fingers into play, inserting two into her soaking-wet entrance and scissoring them inside her channel.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Don’t stop. I need… I want…”

I know exactly what she needs and wants. It’s pretty much the same as me, hot, sweaty, satisfying, no-strings sex. One order of sensual gratification coming up.

Her orgasm surges from deep in her core. She lets out a sharp cry, then a longer moan. Her body stiffens, shuddering as the waves of pleasure wash through her. I continue to work her body, drawing out the final tremors and shivers before I withdraw my fingers and move up her body.

I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock at her entrance. With one swift rock of my hips, I’m inside her, sheathed to the hilt.

She lifts her knees, wraps them around me, and hangs on when I start to move.

I find my rhythm quickly. Long, slow strokes, filling her snug channel again and again. She’s tight, just as I remember, clinging to me like a bandage. The friction is exquisite. My balls contract instantly, ready to expel my load.

I need her to be with me. I slide my hand between us to find her clit again, rub it gently, then firm my touch when she lurches in response.

“Come for me again,” I murmur, my face buried in the crook of her neck.

She obliges me beautifully, purring deep in her throat as the next climax rocks her slender form.

I follow her moments later. The scorch of semen bathes my cock, the sounds of our mutual satisfaction filling the tiny cabin.

After, we lie motionless, still joined. I really should get up and find some tissues, but I prefer to savour this moment.

Was it always so… easy between us? Ours was never a peaceful marriage, but it had its moments and, looking back, most of those were in bed.

“I wish…” Her voice is quiet, little more than a whisper.

Yes. Me, too.

CHAPTER 9

Julia

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”

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