Page 67 of All The Way Under
The Cheshire Cat smile she’s flashing is the only thing she’s wearing.
Tilting her head to the side, she flashes a crooked smile. “Learn to plan or plan to learn,” she says, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss me slowly, without urgency.
Her body against my bare chest causes a riot of sensations. Her cool skin against my warmth. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulls them off in one fell swoop. Stepping out of them, I walk her back to the bed, trying to form all semblance of control when I feel anything but.
The need courses through my body unchecked and unmatched by anything before it.
Saylor sits on the edge of the king bed, then lies down, letting her knees fall open.
“Oh, I have a plan. And then another plan, and several after that, if you’ll allow it,” I growl as I eye her wet cunt beckoning me.
My jaw works as I swallow down the rest of my self-control. Then, Grimace scratches at the door. I wait a couple of seconds to see if he’s going to keep at it, or if he’ll leave. He scratches again, and Saylor finds my dilemma entertaining, a twinkle in her eye, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“A quickie,” she repeats, opening and closing her knees to tease.
“Yes. Yep. You’re right,” I rasp, leaning down to lick her cunt, because tasting her before I fuck her is mandatory.
She tastes hot and delicious, and a little moan escapes at the same time I close my mouth over her clit and suck a bit to fill my mouth with her essence.
“Fuck,” I say against her pussy. “You drive me mad.”
“Good,” she says breathily. “You drive me mad too. Now, fuck me.”
Heaven help me.
Crawling over her body, I let my dick slip inside her as I skim up to kiss her neck. She slams her eyes closed as her tight cunt grips me. I murmur her name like it’s the only word I remember, and right now, it is. Nothing exists except her.
Her skin prickles when I kiss her neck. I still myself as she fucks me from the bottom, rocking her hips at a rough pace.
There’s nothing timid about her, but Saylor becomes feral when she’s with me. She tells me I make her feel safe. Part of me has wondered if it was because I kept her safe in Madagascar.
Was something triggered?
I hate to think this is a trauma bond, but she’s clever enough to know the difference.I think.
Saylor moans into my mouth, jutting her hips up and circling them. Then her orgasm hits, wrapping my dick and bringing me to closer to my own. She’s clutching my biceps, and her body shakes violently before it goes lax underneath me. I thrust my hips into her a few more times, then pull out and come on her stomach in long, hot bursts. Kneeling between her legs with me all over her is a sight to behold.
She smiles sleepily and sighs a contented sigh.
“See? Quickie,” she explains, pointing at my mess.
Dragging a finger over her abs, she gets some on her finger, then brings it to her mouth, closing her lips around it.
“Delicious,” she moans, flashing white teeth. “Do you want to go down now so I can meet them?”
There’s a flicker of nerves behind her simplistic question.
I grab a wad of tissues from the box next to the bed and wipe off her stomach.
“Are you ready to go downstairs to meet them?” I return.
She takes the tissues from me and dabs one inside her belly button.
“I’m leery of everyone these days except you and whoever you trust, so I’m ready, even if I’d rather lock myself in this room with you until I die.” Saylor flashes me a crooked smile.
My chest tightens because I know what it means for her to say that. For her to want me more than anything else. She has a full life, and I’m important to her. I kiss her one more time when she’s cleaned me off completely because I can’t help myself.
“I’ll replace all of that later tonight,” I promise. “We can lock ourselves in here. Maybe not forever, though. We have the world to save, you know?” I lean my forehead against hers.
