Page 29 of Savage Love

“That feels good,” she murmurs, rolling her hips against me. “Just like that—”

It’s more than good. The sight of beautiful, once-innocent Elena atop me, rubbing my cock between her legs, against her swollen, glistening clit, my pre-cum mixing with her arousal as she tips her head back and moans—it’s almost enough to make me come on the spot. I imagine my cum spurting over her skin, soaking her clit, streaking over the taut flesh of her belly, and I feel almost dizzy with the need for release.

“I want to come like this,” she murmurs, her words broken from the pleasure. “Do you like this?”

There aren’t words to describe how much I like it. “Yes,” I groan, my hands on her hips, letting her go at her own pace, but feeling the way she moves against me in more ways than one. My balls are so tight it hurts, but I hold back, watching as she rubs herself against me, more of my pre-cum dripping out over her clit as she gets closer to the edge and her thighs start to tremble.

“I’m so close—” her voice is a soft whimper, her legs spreading a little wider as her hips jerk against me. My cockhead flares and throbs, spilling more slick, pearlescent fluid over her skin as I watch her suddenly go stiff, her mouth opening on a cry of pleasure as her back arches and her hand squeezes my cock hard, her hips rubbing herself frantically against me as she comes on the tip of my cock. I can see all of it up close; one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.

When she arches up, sliding me inside of her still-fluttering depths and sinking down onto my cock, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She feels incredible sliding down onto me, grasping me tightly, hips rolling as she takes me inside of her, and my back arches, thrusting up into her. Her head tips back, her breasts trembling above me as she rides me, and she looks so fucking gorgeous it takes my breath away. Everything about her is perfect, and I reach up, cupping one breast in my hand, rolling my fingers over her nipple and pinching it lightly as she slides down on my cock again, gripping me every inch of the way. She moans, her hips twitching at the sensation, and I reach up with both hands, playing with her breasts as she bounces atop my cock.

I want her to come again, one more time before I do. I want to see her come on top of me. I slide my hand between her legs, stroking my fingers over her slick, throbbing clit as she gasps, her hair spilling around her face as her eyes close and her hands press against me.

She leans forward, her hips bucking against my hand, grinding on my cock as her mouth finds mine. I slide my fingers back and forth over her sensitive flesh, feeling each time she gasps and moans, the sounds swallowed up by her lips pressed to mine, and I thrust hard inside of her, my other hand on her hip now dragging her down onto me each time, until every inch of me is buried inside of her with each thrust.

“Levin!” She cries out my name against my mouth, her back arching as she starts to tremble, her body pressed against mine. One hand is against my cheek, the other gripping my shoulder as her hips keep rolling atop me, and I feel her starting to clench, pulling me deeper inside of her each time, and the sensation is too much.

“Fuck,malysh–I’m coming too, ohfuck—”

The climax is even better the second time. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm, and my cock feels as if every sensation is amplified, the slight soreness in my balls somehow only adding to the pleasure as I grab her hip and keep stroking her clit with my fingers as I feel her pulse and writhe, her cries vibrating against my lips as her pussy ripples along my length, and my cock explodes inside of her all over again.

She drives her hips down onto me hard once more, as if she’s trying to get every bit of my cum that she can, her breath warm against my lips, and my hand on her hip grips her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as the memory of her begging me to fuck her in the ass in a Rio hotel room suddenly comes back in a flash.

I’m sure as hell not going to do that tonight, and probably not ever. But the thought intensifies my orgasm, the thought of Elena’s tight, untouched ass clenched around my cock while I take the last of her innocence blazing through my mind, and while I know I’ll feel guilty as hell for it later, right now it sends another electric jolt of pleasure through me as I fill her up with my cum for a second time, feeling the heat of it dripping out between us as she moves atop me, her hips slowing as both of our climaxes ebb.

She rolls off of me, panting, her hand brushing against my hip. It’s much later now, and we’re both exhausted. So tired that, when she rolls towards me to snuggle closer, I don’t let myself worry about whether it’s a good or bad idea. Right now, I want the warmth of her against me while I sleep, too. I want to feel her softness curled into me, and I tell myself that tomorrow we can go back to what this is supposed to be. After all, this is our wedding night.

It’s an excuse, certainly. But right now, it feels like a damn good one.

Elena

Iwake in the morning in the huge bed next to Levin, feeling sore, confused, and exhausted.

At some point in the night, I rolled over to my other side, and I can feel him behind me. He must have followed me in his sleep, and his arm is slung heavily over my waist, his breath warm on my shoulder, his body pressed against the back of mine. I can feel his cock, hard and hot, against my bare back, and I can’t stop myself from arching back into him.

I want him to wake up and slide himself inside of me again, despite how tender I feel after last night after we hadn’t been together for weeks. I want him to slide his hand along my thigh and guide himself into me, his lips on the back of my neck as he fucks me slowly from behind.

Briefly, I consider sliding under the sheets and waking him up with my mouth on his cock. I have a feeling it would disarm him enough to mean that we might get to have sex once more before we leave—and I have no idea how long it will be before he’s convinced again. He said he planned to keep me satisfied within our marriage, but what does thatmean?

If it means as often as I want it, we won’t leave the bed for a number of days. But I don’t think that’s what he means. Knowing Levin as I do, and his commitment to bothdoing the right thingand also trying his best to make me happy within the confines of that, he meant a reasonable amount of times that will mean neither of us goes insane from deprivation.

I’ll be lucky to get him in bed once a week, under that definition.

I can’t help squirming a little against him, just in case. I can still faintly feel the stickiness of him between my thighs from last night. The thought of him filling me up again has me squeezing them together, my clit pulsing with the desire to come all over again.

He shifts a little behind me, his cock rubbing against my spine, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.How is it possible to want someone this much all the time?

Gently, I slide my hand down between my legs, brushing my fingers over my clit. It’s swollen, my pussy drenched from both my arousal and Levin’s cum, and my hips rock forward a little, giving me the friction I want so badly. The pleasure shivers over my skin, my body instantly rousing even more, and as Levin’s cock throbs hotly against me in his sleep, I close my eyes and try to remind myself that last night at least won’t be the last time.

My fingers are still moving against my clit. I don’t even fully realize I’m rubbing myself until Levin stirs again, his cock brushing against my ass as he pushes himself up on one elbow, and I hear him let out a low groan behind me.

“You’re insatiable,” he says, his voice low and raspy from sleep, and I let out a soft breath, desire flooding me all over again.

“I want you,” I whisper, unable to stop myself, glancing over my shoulder. My fingers have stopped moving, but Levin’s cock is still pressed to my ass, and my hand is still between my legs. “One more time, before we leave.” I arch back against him, as if to make my point, and Levin’s eyes close briefly. I can see him wishing for strength, and disappointment starts to replace the desire.

I reach over, taking his hand and placing it over mine, and I shift my fingers against my clit. “You could help me,” I whisper, and I see his jaw tighten, the taut desire washing over his face for a moment before he stiffens, and then he pulls away.

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