Page 51 of Salvaged Heart
“Anders,” I moaned. “Need you.”
“I’m right here.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Patience.”
Finally, after what felt like hours, he reached the base of my spine, placing the last kiss on my tailbone right above my crease, moving next to bite playfully at one of my cheeks. The sharp, sudden pain sent a shudder through my entire body, his tongue running over the mark, soothing the already fading hurt.
“This ass.” He muttered against me. The low timber of his voice rolled through me. “The things I want to do to it.”
The thought made me feral. A few months ago, I would have never considered being with a man like this, strong hands gripping me with rough fingers, a low voice whispering filthy things into my ear, the feel of another cock thrusting against me, fingers trailing down between my ass cheeks, parting me…The thought of it had never repulsed me, but it had never been something I’d have considered a possibility for myself. It had always been soft hands, breathy high-pitched moans, plush curves, velvety heat…But now there was him.
Anders.
Now, my body craved everything about him. It reached out, desperate for anything he would give me—a smile, a kiss, a fraction of the pleasure his eyes were promising as I twisted to look at him over my shoulder.
“Have you…” He trailed off, something flickering in his gaze. The sureness, the confidence he’d just radiated, slipped slightly. If I hadn’t seen the expression on his face a hundred times already, then I might have missed it. Anders was trying desperately to hide the fact he was suddenly nervous.
“Hey.” I reached behind me as best I could, with him straddling my back, aiming for his cheek, but the furthest I could manage was somewhere by his elbow. I stroked the skin softly, up and down a few times, until the glassy look in his eyes seemed to pass. “You’re safe with me.” I reminded him, to which he nodded, the Anders who had disappeared for a moment clicked back into place.
He swallowed hard. “Have you ever been touched here?” His hand ran down the inner curve of my left ass cheek. The pad of one finger brushed tauntingly close to my hole.
I shook my head. Laurel would have balked if I’d tried to touch her there and probably died if I’d asked her to touch me that way.
“Have you ever touched yourself there?”
My cheeks heated, but I didn’t feel embarrassed. I felt lit on fire by a raw, all-consuming need. “Once.” His eyes darkened at my confession. “Just for a moment.”
His lips parted, but I knew what he was about to ask. He didn’t need to.
“Yes.” The word sounded more timid than I intended, so I locked eyes with his questioning gaze and said more sure the time. “I want you to, so fucking badly.” Then, one more time, because he still hadn’t moved, “Anders, please.”
That got him in motion. He practically jumped off me in the direction of his side table. “Roll over.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I had been digging a hole into the mattress this entire time. I flipped over, probably looking entirely too eager, my dick popping up from where it had been crushed beneath me, landing with a soft thump on my stomach. It caught Anders’ attention as he turned back to the bed, his tongue darting out between his lips as if it couldn’t help imagine running up the length of me. In his hands was a bottle of lube, which he tossed on the bed next to me.
“It’s just boring and flavorless, I‘m afraid.”
I was transfixed by him. His body left me completely breathless, and the tattoos marking his gorgeous, tanned skin were driving me wild. I'd seen them up close and personal last night, running my tongue over the lines of each one, whispering my approval into his flesh. One day, I’d ask him to tell me the meaning behind each one.
But not now, because now he was moving towards me again. Now he was sliding back onto the bed, parting my thighs gently so he could kneel between them… now he was leaning forwards and placing a single chaste kiss on the tip of my dick though there was nothing chaste about the primal look in his eyes. He popped the cap on the bottle I hadn’t seen him pick back up. I couldn’t see anything beyond those hazel orbs. They blazed with molten fire. My world suddenly consisted of only him.
“You ready?” I nodded enthusiastically. “It will be uncomfortable at first.” He added as if trying to talk me out of it.
Like either of us had any ability to stop. “I know. I trust you.”
He squirted the lube onto his fingers, the sound of it obscene, before bringing them down to behind my balls, leaving a thick, wet trail along my taint before circling a digit around my hole. My hips lifted from the bed on their own accord, my knees dropping wide in offering. He traced gentle circles around my rim, applying slight pressure on each slow drag over my hole, never penetrating. My heart stuttered in anticipation each time he did it. He had his lip caught between his teeth, eyes fixated on where he teased me slowly. I tried to move my hips onto him so he would breach me, but his other hand came down on my pelvis, holding me still.
“You are so needy.”
“I want…”
“I know what you want.” He cut me off, but then his hand disappeared. I whimpered at its absence, but he was just applying more lube. “Tell me to stop if…”
“Anders,” I practically barked at him. The desperation inside of me was bubbling over. I wasn’t opposed to begging.
But then his hand was there again, his finger pressed against me, pushing in…in…in. This time, he didn’t stop until he was knuckle-deep inside me. I gasped at the sensation of it. It burned, but not badly. There was so much pleasure there, too.
