Page 69 of Savage Redemption

“I want to build it. With you.”

She smiles at last and walks slowly towards me. “Let’s do it. Together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I have a plan, too.”

“You do?” I wrap her in my arms and bury my face in her hair.

She looks up at me. “Fuck me, San Antonio. Now.”

The next instant,we’re rolling together across the mattress, a tangle of eager limbs and fevered kisses. I fumble with the snapper on her jeans until she pushes my hands away and does the business herself, then shoves the denim down her thighs, taking the rest of her underwear with it. I kneel up and finish the job for her, then take a heady moment to admire her lush body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I groan.

“And you’re overdressed,” she replies. “Get naked, Mr San Antonio, before I lose interest.”

I shed my clothes in seconds flat, then fling myself down beside her. “Were you ever this bossy before?”

“Of course not. You’ll have to get used to it.”

“I’ll cope.” I’m done talking. Instead, I pin her to the mattress and cover her mouth with mine. The kiss is long, lingering, conveying everything I wish I’d said and done before. Rosie drinks me in, and I feel as though she’s hearing me, really hearing me at last.

“I want you. I want you so much.” Her words are breathed rather than spoken, and I absorb them into my soul.

Her breasts are soft, squashed against my chest. I slide my hands between our bodies to cup them. I take first one taut nipple into my mouth, then the other. They pebble as she arches under me, writhing and moaning. Her thighs are spread wide, and I settle myself between them.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

“Soon,” I promise, edging down the bed. I leave a trail of wet kisses between her breasts across her flat abdomen, then down to her smooth mound. The aroma of her slick pussy fills my nostrils, her arousal a heady cocktail of desire and lust.

I push her thighs wider and lock my lips around her plump clit. I suck, not hard, just enough to draw a long, grateful moan from somewhere deep in her core. I recall she always appreciated this, and I always adored the taste of her pussy.

I flick my tongue across the tip of her clit, then trace a slow trail around her entrance, I make a point and slip my tongue as deep inside her as I can, drinking in the lush tang.

Christ, I missed this.

Rosie’s fingers are in my hair, clinging to the strands and pressing my face closer to her.

“I’m going to come,” she mutters.

“Not yet. Wait.” I renew my assault on her clit.

“Please,” she wails. “I can’t wait.”

“Do as I say,” I growl, my natural dominance rearing to meet her innate submission. I hesitate. Is this a residual feature of how things used to be?

“Adan, I… I love you,” she breathes. “Please, let me come.”

“Do it,micorazón.Enjoy.” This is no time for introspection.

I insert two fingers deep into her slick channel which is enough to send her soaring. Her inner walls quiver and contract around my digits. Her body arches and tenses, her own fingers clenching into small fists. I scissor my fingers inside her, twisting my hand to increase the friction as the orgasm sweeps her senses away. Her eyes are closed, her eyelids fluttering and her lips slightly parted.

I love to watch her come. She’s beautiful and totally uninhibited, at home in her own body and comfortable in her pleasure.

Her body becomes still. The final waves of ecstasy drift away. Her eyelids lift, her blue gaze unfocussed. “That was…”

“I know.” I drop a soft kiss on her mouth. “We’re not done yet.”

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