Page 60 of Saving Me
Taking one of her hands, I thread our fingers together and hold it above her head. She grasps it tightly with each thrust of our bodies. I set a steady pace that allows us to feel every single thing we give to each other.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The emotions overtake the physical, adding a whole other spiritual connection that I neverknew existed. Our souls blend together until there is no way of telling where one exists without the other.
Her lips part on a moan as she closes her eyes and arches her head back on the pillow. I can tell she’s close when her body starts to tighten around me.
“Look at me, Lyla. I want to watch you.”
Her whiskey-colored eyes find mine, and when I see my future staring back at me, that’s all it takes as I go hard and deep for us to fall apart together.
She cries out my name as her pussy squeezes me tight like it never wants to let go. A growl escapes me as I pour into her as sensations I’ve never felt before release throughout my body. I hold her tightly to me and feel her heartbeat match mine in a fast, steady rhythm as we pulse together.
Burying my face in her hair, I breathe her in, knowing I’ll never feel anything better than when I’m buried deep inside her.
I roll us to our sides, keeping us connected and wanting to stay there for as long as I can. My hand runs down her back and weaves in her hair as I try to take in what I just felt.
“That was…I don’t know what that was,” she laughs softly against my chest. “No wonder everyone is out having sex all the time if it feels like that.”
“I don’t think what we just did was normal. I can tell you I’ve never felt half of what I just felt with you. I’ve never had sex like that before,” I admit truthfully. “All slow and feeling every single thing in the moment.”
“What do you usually like to do?” She asks, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“I loved what we did,” I smile at her, not wanting to spoil the moment by talking about my sexual history.
“I loved it too, but I still want to know everything about you, including what you like in the bedroom.”
I sigh, knowing she’s not going to let this go. “I’m usually the one in control. I like to push the boundaries sometimes, but in a good way. I never do anything the girl doesn’t want me to do, and it’s always for both our pleasures. It’s nothing like what he did to you, so I don’t want you to think that for a second,” I add quickly.
“I know it’s nothing like what he did. You are nothing like him.” She bites her lip and places her hand over my heart. I can almost hear her mind reeling as she thinks about what I just said. “Is anything painful?”
“Pain in the bedroom can almost mimic pleasure if it’s used in the right way. I don’t get off on hurting the girl I’m with, but spanking, hair-pulling…things like that can be quite pleasurable when done the right way. Even…” I stop myself as I remember her past.
“Even what?” She watches me as I avert her eyes. “Tell me,” she says when I keep quiet.
“Even restraining someone can be pleasurable.” I hold my breath as I watch her take in what I just said. Thoughts of her being held down flash in my head, and I pray she doesn’t compare me to him.
“Show me,” she says with determination on her face.
“You want me to show you?” I was not expecting that answer this soon. “What part exactly that I’ve said to you do you want me to do?”
“Anything you want. You pick. I’m not going to be chained by him anymore, Jake. If you say I’ll enjoy it, then I want you to show me. Unless you need more time before you know…you canactuallyshow me,” she moves her hips against me, and my body immediately responds. A smile plays on her lips when she feels me get hard.
“I don’t need more time,” I softly growl and press into her. “Are you sure you are ready?” I peer into her eyes for any sign that she’s scared, and I’m relieved when I don’t see anything.
“I’m sure.”
“Turn over onto your stomach.”
“On my stomach? I’ve never…”
“Good,” I say, cutting her off as she flips over. “From here on out. I’m your first for everything. Anything that was done in the past to you is going to be replaced with pleasure by every touch I give you. You are mine, little hummingbird. Mine to protect, mine to worship, and mine to love,” I say softly, swallowing down the emotions swirling in me as I trace her flawless back with my finger. “No one will ever touch or be inside this body again…only me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes,” she breathes against the pillow. Her breaths are shallower, and I can tell she’s turned on by my words and the anticipation of what’s to come. “I need something back, though.”
“Name it, and it's yours.” I run my hands over her round bottom before squeezing it hard. She moans softly into the pillow as her hips raise slightly. A satisfied smirk plays on my lips at how her body eagerly wants to participate.
“I don’t share either, Jake. My body is the only one who gets to have you, and I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
“I’ve belonged to you since the night of the wedding, sweet Lyla.” I lift her hips and raise her gorgeous ass in the air. “You have me on my knees for you,” I quietly say. I swipe my finger through her center and moan when I feel how wet she is for me. I watch my cum drip out of her as it slides down her leg, and possessiveness washes over me that it’s me who’s coating that sweet pussy.
