Page 47 of Shield and Savior

She’s better than anything I’ve imagined over the last two months. She lifts her hands to cover her naked form. “Don’t you dare,” I growl. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and you don’t even realize it.” Her eyes widen as my words sink in. “I’ve dreamed about you every day.” My mouth travels to her breast, swirling her nipple with my tongue, licking it to its perfect peak.

Her moans send me into a feral frenzy. She must be me mine as much as I am hers. One hand pressed against her hip, the other holding the weight of her other breast in my hand, she feels perfect. She arches her back to give me more access. “Late at night, when you turn on your music, what are you thinking about?”

She gasps as I clamp on her nipple, tweaking it with my teeth. “Oh god, you know about that?”

Digging my fingers deeper into her hip I whisper, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to join you, to watch you make yourself come? To be witness to that glory.”

“Why didn’t you?” Her hands reach under my shirt.

She flinches when I grab her wrist, stopping her momentum and forcing her eyes to mine. “You didn’t answer my question. What do you think about it?”

I pull back, resting on my heels as I take her all in. Her dark brown hair is nearly black with the weight of the water. Her skin is a peppered mix of pink bursts of color against a smooth creamy canvas. She spreads her legs and leans back on the bed. Her voice aches with desire. “Your mouth on my pussy, eating me until I scream.”

My knees hit the carpet as I bury my face between her legs. Long, lush licks. She’s already so wet for me. Each flick of my tongue has her moaning. I work her clit until her hips buck. She tries to squirm out of the way, but I clamp down harder. She whimpers and cries as I switch from long laps to quick flicks, until finally her clit swells, and I latch on.

Her fingers run through my hair, moving my mouth exactly where she needs it. “Oh god, Lance.”

Fuck! The way she says my name, I need to hear it again. I shift slightly. The change is barely noticeable, but it’s more than enough to send her over. Izzy’s body arches up while her legs shake.

Not done.

I slip one finger into her pussy as she comes off her high. Her warm, slick walls squeezing my finger as I curve it until I find the spot that changes everything. Her breathing hastens, and she cries out my name with need. “Please, please,” she begs. God, I love how she sounds. Her words become more desperate until I slide the second finger alongside the first, and she shatters around me.

Her chest rises and falls, her eyes glassy as she lifts her head. “Move. It’s your turn.” She scrambles to her knees and goes to lift my shirt, but I’ve already got it over my head. Her hands slide over my stomach, her arms wrap around my neck, and her body presses to mine. Her kisses are deep and hungry as she grinds her wetness against my cock. With both hands full of her ass, I keep her there, riding and grinding, but not getting the friction or contact she wants.

She breaks away and fights with my belt. Before my pants are down off my hips, I pull the extra surprise from my back pocket. I picked up a box of condoms at the gas station.

She lights up, grinning with lustful excitement. “I’ve tested negative, and I’m on birth control.”

I know that already. I have full access to her medical reports. “I got tested last month, also negative, but this is all about making sure you feel safe.”

She yanks my pants to my ankles and frees my cock. With one hand, she strokes it. “I think fucking you is the most dangerous thing I’ll ever do.” Her eyes look greedy. “Lance, you’re a lot.”

Yeah, I am well aware. “Do you think you can take it? Take all of me.”

She slides my cock against her entrance, and my breath catches as I enjoy the soft and wet ride, coating myself with her juices. God, this is so much better than my imagination. I’ve got to up my creativity game. Izzy shifts her position and pushes me out. I’m about to question her, check that I haven’t hurt her, but she flashes me a temptress smile. And I nearly die when she sinks her mouth around my weeping cock. Her moans send chills down my back. “You like the way you taste?”

She blinks up at me, dreamy and lustful. My hands run through her hair, guiding her, pushing her deeper. Fuck, she’s a demon as her hand follows the path of her lips. “Damn, you feel so unreal.” I thrust in deeper, and she gags. Shit, I’ve gone too far. But she moans and does it herself. Tears fill her eyes. I almost didn’t notice it, but her other hand is working her clit. My girl is getting herself off while she’s sucking me.

Too much.

It’s a constant push and pull with her, and this time I pull away. She knows she’s been caught, and she doesn’t stop. Instead, she scoots back on the bed and gives me a full show. Her fingers plunge into her pussy as her palm works her clit. With her free hand, she squeezes her breast. She’s so fucking hot right now, lost in the moment and letting me watch.

Fisting my cock, still slick from her mouth, only makes me want her more. “You’re mine.”

I don’t know if the words actually come out of my mouth until she nods and says, “I’m yours.”

I can’t take it anymore.

I launch my body onto the bed, wrapping around her. Between frenzied animalistic kisses, I rip open the condom wrapper and roll it on. Only five more left in the box. Got to make sure we don’t run out.

The tip of my cock slides barely into her entrance, waiting for an enthusiastic invitation. “Do you want this?” I ask, praying I’ve got the answer right.

“Fuck yes,” she says in one breath.

I slam into her hard, and her shoulders lift from the bed. She’s gasping as I stay inside her, letting her get used to my size. And she’s so fucking tight, I worry I hurt her.

But her mewling sounds and the lust in her eyes tell me she wants more. She nods, giving me the last piece of consent. She feels perfect as we move together. I give her everything, and she takes it with pride. We kiss with every thrust, a frenzy of physical connection. But it’s the way she looks at me that does me in. This isn’t sex or a release of pent-up tension. Each kiss is a promise for a future.

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