Page 20 of Salacious Devotion

She sighs heavily. “The best one ever.”

I kiss her neck, lingering, wanting to kiss her lips, but holding back. If I put my mouth on hers, I will end up naked and inside her.

No part of me is tired. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep. My mind is racing. But I want Paige to sleep. “I’ve got you,” I repeat for the millionth time. I’ll say it ten times a day if it helps her feel safe.

She’s trembling, and her fingers slide up to my forearms and clutch onto me tightly. Her breathing doesn’t even out. She sounds like she’s running. And she doesn’t stop fidgeting. “Dane…”

“What, baby? Tell me what you need.” I’m worried I can’t provide it, whatever it is. This is a tough situation. We’re in uncharted territory. Few humans have ever dealt with what we’re going through.

“I need to come, Dane.”

I shouldn’t be surprised. Duh. Of course she does. Fuck, so do I, but we’re not going there. I’ll take care of her, though, however she wants.

I loosen my grip around her chest and kiss her neck. “Do you want me to do it, baby? Or do you want me to let you?” I’ve never given her this kind of option before, but I don’t know what level of intimacy she’s capable of handling between us. She didn’t say she wanted me to eat her out. She said she needed to come.

“Touch me, please.”

Gladly.

I slide my hand down her torso and reach under the hem of her borrowed T-shirt. Her legs are pressed together, so it’s hard to get between them. I manage to touch her clit with my middle finger, but it’s not enough. I want more, and she’s going to need more.

I cup one of her breasts with my other hand and turn her slightly forward. Using my knee to press against her thigh, I push it toward her chest, opening her up, rolling her forward, flattening my chest against her back.

She moans before I’ve even touched her because this position gives her the sense of being restrained. She liked it three years ago, and she clearly still likes it now.

I bring my hand to her thigh and slide around it from behind, teasing across her tight rear hole before stroking through her folds.

Fuck, she’s soaked. She’s needed this for a while, probably since the time I switched from spanking to flogging her.

A low moan oozes out of her as she arches her chest into my palm.

I wish I’d pulled her shirt off first because I’d rather be stroking her bare breast, but this is almost as good, and I’m not about to stop. I drag her wetness over her clit and circle it.

“Please,” she begs. God, I love that sound coming from her.

I pinch her clit hard and fast and release it.

She whimpers, shuddering.

I know what she needs; I’ve never forgotten. But I know her release will be sweeter if I tease her first. So, I slide one finger into her pussy, reaching as deep as I can. Jesus, fuck, she’s tight.

“What’s been in here, baby,” I growl like a possessive caveman. I know what’s been inside my girl, but I want her to say it.

“Dane…”

“Tell me, Paige. What’s been inside this tight cunt?”

“My vibrator.” Her voice shakes. “Happy?”

“Very.” I am a caveman. I have no right to be. It should not please me that she hasn’t been with another man. I wouldn’t want my girl to suffer or deny herself, but I also recognize that it must have been very hard for her to get to know people and lie to them. It’s not in Paige’s nature. It would have been damn near impossible for her to date and share fake personal information, to take someone into her body when everything about her was false.

I add another finger, loving the way she rocks against my hand. I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. Fuck, she’s here. She’s under me. My fingers are inside her. How the fuck is this possible? Have I lost my head and I’m actually delusional? Or is my girl really here?

She writhes in my tight grip. “Dane…”

I finally remove my fingers and give her what she needs, direct contact with her clit. I rub it fast and hard in just the right way.

She stiffens three seconds before she nearly arches me off her, crying out her release.

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