Page 18 of Save Me

His hands sear me as he runs them up my sides, touching me everywhere, teasing me. The second they close over my breasts I know I'm in serious trouble.

I break from his mouth with a soft cry, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

"You like that, huh?" he chuckles, kissing a hot trail down the side of my throat. His stubble scratches deliciously, making me whimper. "Jesus, I love the way you feel beneath me, little bird."

I'm loving it myself, especially with his hands and mouth on me. Maybe I should slow this down, tell him we need to pull back. We barely know each other. But I've been more real with him since I met him than I think I've ever been with anyone. And I'm pretty sure it's the same for him.

If there's a timeline for this, well, I'm pretty sure it went out the window before I told him about Marion. It definitely exited stage left before he made me come on his fingers earlier.

I don't want to slow down now. I want this. I want him.

"Brantley!" My hands fly to his hair, holding him to me when he wraps his lips around one nipple, pulling it into his mouth.The way he sucks and bites... It's like there's a cord between my nipple and clit. Every pull of his mouth tugs that cord, creating a delicious, corresponding tug on my clit.

His hands slip between us as he moves from one breast to the other, tugging at my pants. "I want these off, little bird. I want you naked."

"Yes," I gasp, willing to give him anything. I'm not shy about my body. I've been curvy since I was a teenager. Right about the time I got boobs, I got hips and a butt and a belly, too.

He tugs them gently down my legs, taking my panties with them. His gaze rakes over my naked body, the unrelenting desire in his eyes leaving me trembling and aching.

"Goddamn, you're gorgeous, little bird," he rasps, shaking his head like he's trying to make sense of how someone like him could end up here with someone like me. "So damn soft and sweet. You're going to have me coming all over myself again."

My gaze flies to his, my eyes wide. "You c-came on yourself earlier?"

He arches a brow, smirking at me. "What? You thought I wouldn't with that tight little pussy gripping me like it was? With you crying out my name while you soaked my hand? Yeah, I came, Isla."

Oh, my gosh. I love knowing that. Way more than I probably should.

"Plan to do it again when you let me in, baby," he murmurs, his hands skimming up my thighs as he settles himself between them again. "Right after I lick this pretty little thing until you cream on my tongue."

I whimper wordlessly, pretty sure I'm dripping all over the dang couch. Embarrassing amounts. I want him inside me. I want his mouth on me. Good lord. I think I'd agree to just about anything at this point.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans forward, nuzzling his face against me. His lips skim down my belly, and my muscle quiver in response. Hell, I thinkIquiver in response. In anticipation.

"You smell so fucking good," he groans, inching down the couch, down my body. His nose runs along the apex of my thigh as he inhales, and I freaking sob out loud.

"Brantley, please."

"Don't rush me, little bird. I've never done this before. I intend to make sure I do it right. Gotta make sure you're completely satisfied," he murmurs. "Otherwise, you won't let me keep doing it." He nips my inner thigh. "I already fucking know I need to keep doing it, baby. Jesus. My mouth is watering already."

I sob his name, my thighs trembling around his head. The way he speaks to me, holding nothing back, is so damn sexy to me. It's like he wants me to know him and what he thinks, how he feels. He gives me pieces of him no one else has as if he wants to make them mine.

"Brantley!" I sob when he lunges suddenly, burying his face in my center with a hungry growl. It rumbles right through me, striking all the way to my womb. My hips lift from the couch, a wave of intense bliss ripping through me.

His tongue spears into me, licking deep. Pleasure explodes through my body, sending me spiraling toward a powerful orgasm. I pull his hair, making him growl in response. The vibrations only heighten the sensation.

His lips close around my clit, sucking gently before he flicks his tongue over it in rapid strikes. Electric jolts radiate out from my core, igniting my entire body. My thighs clench around his head as I arch off the couch, sobbing his name.

"You taste so fucking good, little bird," he groans against me, spreading my legs wider. His tongue runs around my entrance before he stiffens it, thrusting it inside to fuck me with it.

I sob, my head thrashing as he works me over mercilessly, bringing me right to the edge.

His thumb pressing against my clit sends me tumbling over the edge.

I shatter with a sharp cry, falling to pieces around him.

"That's it," he croons. "Let me taste heaven. Keep coming for me."

God help me, I do. Until I can't breathe or think or feel anything but him between my legs, worshipping. It's loud and messy, and somehow, that makes it all that much more perfect.

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