Page 27 of Savage Love

And then he slowly pulls back, trailing his tongue once more over my throbbing clit, and he leans back on his knees as his fingers go to the buttons of his shirt, and a lustful expression curves the edges of his glistening lips.

He’s rock hard, straining against the fly of his trousers, and my entire body tightens all over again at the knowledge that he’ll be inside of me very soon.

It’s everything I want.He’severything I want.

And I know that isn’t going to change.

Levin

It’s like I’m possessed when I’m with her.

Even once Connor had given me the clear instruction that our marriage was to be consummated to the letter, even once I had made the decision that, if she wanted me, I would give her what she needed within our marriage, I had planned to keep some level of detachment. To make the time I spent with her in bed more like what I’ve been accustomed to these past years—pleasurable, but not lingering. Sex for the sake of release, not what Elena and I have done more times than I care to remember now, because it led us here.

It’s as if that’s impossible for me. Forus.

As soon as I touched her, I couldn’t keep that distance. I wanted to savor her, draw it out, taste every inch of her, and build up the pleasure slowly, taking my time across her lips and her skin and her perfect body until I finally gave her what I knew she needed, what I knew she’d been craving. And now, as I look down at her in the middle of the huge bed, the taste of her still on my lips and my cock straining for my own relief, I feel more lost than ever.

Her legs are still parted for me, her pussy swollen and glistening from her orgasm, and I can see every inch of her sensitive flesh. A rush of desire floods me, my cock aching, and I yank at the buttons of my shirt. I’m half-inclined to drag down my zipper and fuck her without any further undressing, just so I can be inside the tight, hot grip of her, but I want to feel her skin against mine.

“Let me help.” Elena’s voice is a soft breath as she pushes herself up, kneeling nude in front of me as her hands go to my shirt buttons. She leans in, kissing me, and the thought that she’s tasting herself on my lips is enough to make my cock drip pre-cum, throbbing dangerously on the edge of release.

One delicate hand slips inside my shirt as she deftly undoes the buttons, fingers trailing over the muscled flesh, and a shudder of need ripples through me. It feels like I can’t ever get enough of her, like no matter how many nights I spent in bed with her, I’d still crave her like air to a drowning man.

I haven’t felt that way since—

I shove the thought out of my head. I made my decision to do this tonight with her, and I won’t think of anyone else while I do. It’s not fair to her. And if I were being entirely honest with myself—it’s not what I want, either.

She reaches up, pushing my shirt off my shoulders, and her breasts brush against my chest as she leans in to kiss my neck.

My cock jerks, and I reach down to thumb open the button at the top of my trousers, desperate to get them off. I shrug off the shirt, one hand on her waist to pull her in closer as she trails kisses up my neck, her hands sliding over my arms, her body so close to mine that I can feel the softness of her skin everywhere, and I feel as if it’s driving me a little mad.

The moment I shove my pants down my hips, I lean forward, spilling her back onto the bed, kicking them the rest of the way off as I lean over her and capture her mouth with mine.

She arches up into me, breathless and eager as her tongue tangles with mine, and my cock brushes against her inner thigh, throbbing with the need to be inside of her. I’d planned to go more slowly, but I’m beyond that now. I reach between us before I can even think, guiding myself to her entrance, and the moment my swollen cockhead slides through her slick, hot wetness, I have to struggle not to lose control on the spot.

It feels so good. My head swims as I push forward, the tip sliding into her effortlessly. She’s beyond aroused, her body welcoming me without the slightest strain, and her legs lock around my hips the moment she feels me press into her, her pleasured moan swallowed up in the kiss as she tightens around me.

Fuck. She’s hot and wet and tight, everything I’ve imagined in the nights I’ve spent between our last night in Rio and now stroking my cock and desperately trying—and failing—not to think of her as I did it. The reality is better than any fantasy could ever be, her body dragging me deeper—allof her pulling me closer, her legs around me and her nails digging into my shoulders, and her tongue tangled with mine, as if there’s nothing more in the world that she wants than for me to sink into her as deeply as I possibly can.

“Levin–ohgod, Levin—”

She pants my name against my lips, and it drives me insane. I thrust into her, sinking every inch of my aching cock into her welcoming heat before I can stop myself, unable to slow down. She arches under me, every inch of her pressed tightly to me. I break the kiss, my lips dragging down her throat, biting and sucking as I thrust into her again and again, chasing the orgasm I so desperately need now.

“God, you feel so fucking good—” I groan against her throat, hips snapping against hers, lost in the pleasure. I feel her suck in a breath, writhing beneath me, and I grind my hips down into her with every thrust, rocking against her clit as I try to make her come again, too. I want to feel her come on my cock, want to feel her spasm and squeeze me, and I want to fill her so full of my cum that she tastes it when I do. I want it dripping out of her; I want—

My mind is a blur. All I hear are her gasping moans, her heated skin sliding against mine, the bite of her nails in my flesh as she thrusts back every time I sink into her, and I can’t think about anything other than how fucking good it is, how I want to come more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and how at the same time I never want to fucking stop.

“More, oh god, don’t stop,please—” she moans, bucking underneath me, her body tensing, and I know she’s about to come. I can feel it, and my balls tighten, ready to come with her as soon as I feel it—

“Levin!Ohfuck, fuck—”

She shrieks my name, and I’m almost certain she draws blood as her nails drag down my back, but I don’t care. She tightens around me, a hot, spasming clench that holds me inside of her, and I drag backward against it, slamming my cock into her once more as I arch into her, and my own orgasm crashes over me, unraveling me as it does. I fill her with spurt after spurt of hot cum, and I’m convinced, as I bury my face in her throat and breathe in the sweet scent of her, that there’s no more exquisite feeling in the world than Elena Santiago coming on my cock while I fill her up with my cum.

I shudder against her, holding myself inside of her as deeply as I can, until she goes limp and gasping underneath me, and my cock slowly stops throbbing, the fluttering of her pussy around me suddenly almost too much against my oversensitive flesh. I slide out of her reluctantly, feeling the hot spill of my cum around my length as I do. As Elena sinks back into the pillows, I feel what I’d been dreading, in the aftermath of my pleasure as reality comes crashing back in.

Guilt.

Overwhelming, crushing guilt.

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