Page 35 of Scythe's Salvation
“Okay,” she replies, her hands going to the waist of her yoga pants.
“Oh, no, sweetheart, let me do it,” I tell her, smirking. “I wanna unwrap my woman.”
My dick, which has been hard and heavy against the thigh of the cut-off sweats I put on, twitches almost uncontrollably as I slowly roll her pants down, revealing some sweet curvy hips, thick thighs, and muscular calves. When I see her hot pink toenails peeking out since I’ve dragged the covers to the end of the bed, I lean down and nibble the knuckle on her big toe.
“Scythe!” she exclaims as I begin rubbing her feet and calves. “I’m… I’m really ticklish.”
I file that away to use another time as I focus on working up my woman’s body to the promised land. I can see she’s already wet for me, her juices glistening in the neatly trimmed patch of tawny colored hair covering her mound. As I get closer, my mouth waters just thinking about her taste bursting on my buds as I bring her to orgasm with my tongue and fingers. She reaches down and covers her pussy with her hands, which has me looking up.
“What’s wrong, Tam?” I ask, staying my hands.
“I’ve never had that done to me,” she admits. “What if I don’t like it?”
I know there’s no way on God’s green earth she won’t enjoy it, but I decide to ask, “What if you do? You’re not gonna know unless you try.”
Shrugging, she pulls her hands back and closes her eyes, which makes me bite back a chuckle. She looks almost fatalistic, as if what I’m about to do will harm her in some way. Oh, she’ll definitely be feeling things, but it won’t be pain, that’s for damn sure. No, only pleasure’s on her horizon.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Tamara
So many thoughtsare running through my head right now as Scythe slowly and sensuously moves up my body to settle between my thighs. When he leans down and sniffs me, I nearly die of mortification which melts away when I see the carnal look on his face. His eyes are closed yet longing is etched in his expression, as though I’m everything he’s ever desired.
He murmurs something under his breath then I feel his tongue swipe through my folds and my toes curl with that simple action. Obviously, that man and I never did anything like this; it was all lust-fueled on his part and honestly, it was so underwhelming to me that I wasn’t eager to repeat it at all.
With one simple action, Scythe has already improved my limited sexual experience tenfold, which would have me giggling, but the man in question is now on a mission and instead, I lose myself to how I feel. I push thoughts of how he got so good at what he’s doing away, because that was before me.
“Fuck,” I moan out as he keeps a steady pressure against my clit while his fingers join in, with first one then a second digit breaching my sheath. He starts gently thrusting all while his tongue, lips, and mouth have my toes clenching in anticipation. I mean, I may not have been sexually active but like most women, I own a vibrator and nothing I’ve done on my own compares to the sensations that are currently coursing through my body.
“Not gonna ask if you like it, you’re so wet right now, my beard is covered,” he mumbles between my thighs. I glance down and can see my excitement glistening on his face as he grins up at me. “You’re gonna come on my face and fingers, Tam, then you’re going to do it again while you ride me.”
Ride him? I mean, I read, of course, but the thoughts of my jiggly bits bouncing around as I’m impaled on his dick has me recoiling a bit. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I had some major insecurities about myself. I start to tell him that won’t work when his fingers hit my G-spot, completely taking my breath away. As my orgasm rushes through me, my back arches and I clutch the sheets in my hand as I cry out his name. He slows his ministrations but only to allow me to ride out my release as waves of pleasure continue to course through my body. With one final swipe of his tongue, he begins moving up my body, dropping kisses and nibbles across my abdomen until we’re face to face, and he’s notched at my entrance.
“You on birth control?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yeah, and while it’s been a long time, I was recently tested for my annual physical,” I tell him. It might not be the best time for this discussion, but we had his half earlier. We just never got to the point where I could tell him I was clean as well. For some reason, I have no desire to have anything between the two of us.Not only that, but I’ve got the implant, so I’m covered against pregnancy.
“Good,” he says, taking my mouth in a kiss that has my breath stalling in my chest as he slowly enters me. He’s much bigger than the vibrator I have, that’s for damn sure, and I can feel the slight stretch as he works his way into my pussy. “Fuck, you feel like hot, molten silk,” he murmurs as he finally plants himself to the root. “Give me a second, sweetheart,” he tells me, “because if I move right now, this is going to be over sooner than I want.”
I giggle because I can see how hard he’s concentrating onnotblowing so soon. He gives me a wicked grin then starts to thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me. In fact, all I’m capable of, since rational thought has completely left the premises, is wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Words are no longer needed as our bodies settle into a rhythm that’s older than time. I can feel another orgasm building as he shifts slightly and the head of his dick brushes across my G-spot every time his pubic bone presses against my clit. “Scythe,” I whisper, my body moving in tandem with his.
“I feel it too,” he replies, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. “Fuck, Tamara, if I had known this was how you’d feel, I’d have wanted to do this a helluva lot sooner.”
He then flips us so I’m on top and his hands are on my breasts as he thrusts upwards. With nothing to hold on to, I lean back slightly, which has him going even deeper, and place my hands on his thighs, which are now somewhat cradling me. He’s strong and as I move my body up and down, he powers upward, causing stars to shoot behind my eyes. When he reaches down and starts circling my clit, I completely shatter, keening out his name aswave after wave of pleasure courses through me. Two more thrusts from him and he’s joining me as his release coats my sheath.
Completely spent, I flop forward into his arms as his hands stroke my body from my shoulders to my ass, sending tiny shockwaves through me. When he cups my head so we can look at one another, he says one word. “Mine.”
Over and over throughout the rest of the day, with the exception of one shower, two food breaks, and another nap, we reach for each other. I’d say I was so ravenous for physical touch, which is why I’ve been so wanton, but in reality, it’s him.
Scythe.
The biker who has made it quite obvious for some time that he’s interested in me. The man who treats my son as though he’s precious. The guy who has made it clear how he sees our relationship going.
And as sleep overcomes me for the last time, cradled in his strong, capable arms, the only thing on my mind is that I’m his, he’s mine, and we’re going to build a beautiful life together, filled with laughter, love, and more babies.
