Page 66 of Bone Dust

The taste of her lips.

I want more.

She falls to my side. I slide my fingers over the contour of her jaw, down her throat, and to her breast. I move so I can taste her, and she moans as I lick the hardened, stiff peak.

The warmth of her heat against me is intoxicating, and my cock throbs with need as I pull her closer still. She gasps and, despite my best efforts to take this slow, a sudden, desperate longing amplifies. It’s fiercer than I’ve ever experienced, and it’s been too long. I want to feel her body pulse around me, God help me. Fill her because I need and want her much more than I dreamed.

I pull away the thong that’s nothing more than a scrap of lace and throw it over my shoulder as I bury my face near her sex. “I’m clean.”

“Me, too—and I’m on the pill.”

She shudders and her thighs fall apart. My heart pounds quick beats as I move on top of her. As I press the swollen tip against her entrance, desire burns hot in my core. Her sex weeps as she wraps her legs around me. She digs her heels into my backside, pulling me close as I breach her entrance. The feeling of her is bliss and I want to plunge inside of her, but I’m determined to make this moment last. I move painfully slow, grinding my cock into her inch by inch, and enjoying every inflection in her sounds and each change of expression until I’m seated deep inside of her.

It’s a painful, beautiful, passionate Nirvana.

She writhes beneath my touch and a rush of wetness welcomes me. Lust permeates the room with desire so thick it's almost palpable. I cage her breasts, imprisoning them with my fingers as I drag my dick back out painfully slow. With calloused fingers I slide my hands to her waist, gripping as I piston inside her in one, full thrust.

Savannah pulls me down to her. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my mouth takes hers, but I’m relentless as I continue the thrusting, sweet torture. She shudders as I release her mouth, her breaths growing ragged, and pleasure shimmies down my spine.

I pull back and reach down between us, seeking her hidden gem with eager fingers. She groans with pleasure as my knuckles scrape against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The smooth, velvety feel of her is a sharp contrast against my rock-hard length. Heat radiates between us, and an electrifying rush runs through me as I buck back and again thrust deep. Her sex tightens, gripping me with a newborn spasm and the clench ripples pleasure through me.

It's insanity at its best, and one to which I gladly succumb. This woman means more to me than even I’ve admitted to myself.

She grips my shoulders, and I roll so she’s sitting on top, impaled on my dick and digging her nails into my tanned flesh. I’ll gladly bear the scars as I’ve never thought or felt this way about a woman before. Fully present, I lock eyes with her. A blush colors her cheeks as she begins to undulate her hips and her breasts lightly bounce upon her chest.

The intensity between us grows as we move one against the other, the unison like a well-crafted song. As she rocks her hips into mine, I feel my balls tighten with an impending orgasm and the friction is making me crazy. Each stroke drives me wild as pleasure reaches every inch of flesh rabid for release.

The pace increases and the flames inside me roar into an inferno and I drive into her as she struggles for breath, her release fanning the blaze for us both. We welcome the violence as blissful sensations take over, and we ride like we’re feral.

Beasts with one goal.

She bites her lip and a drop of blood surfaces as ripples of pleasure rock us both and my climax surfaces full throttle. My dick shudders, then screams, as raw sounds of need tear from my throat and waves upon wave of pleasure crash over me. The tsunami saturates my veins as I roar, shattering as I drive, and my release empties inside of her until I’m spent.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Savannah

The ride home is initially quiet. I’m lost in my thoughts and, although I glance over at Ian several times, he says nothing, content with listening to the mellow sounds of Miles Davis playing through the radio. His expression is relaxed as he drives through the serene darkness.

I never thought I’d want more from Ian. In fact, I never thought I’d see him again after our one night, but here I am wanting him. But, like him, I also have that fear of impending doom. That if I love someone, if I let myself get too close or comfortable, something will go wrong. It’s that part of me that’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because of my parent’s death, and my relationship with Drake, fear always hid in the shadow of my thoughts. Though a future as a family would fulfill a dream, I wonder if it’s possible for me to lay my anxious thoughts to rest and see promise in the days ahead.

“How are you doing over there?” I ask as I glance over at Ian and am met with a smile so tender it feels like a hug.

“I could ask you the same question.” His lips quirk with unspoken words, and a sly tone.

I blush. “I’m fine.” I reach for his hand. “Despite the rocky start, tonight was perfect.”

He nods. “I learned something tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“When eating spaghetti with you and Gigi, bring a change of clothes.”

Seeing a lighthearted Ian brings me joy. I laugh and he squeezes my hand.

A shrill, high-pitched wail cuts through the quiet, capturing our attention. Ian looks in the rear-view mirror while I simultaneously turn to look behind us.

Flashing red and white lights adorn a massive firetruck as it sails in our direction. Ian pulls over allowing them access and, once they pass, he eases back into the drive. We’ve barely gone a short distance when, yet another firetruck careens down the highway, its howling squeal splitting the air.

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