Page 61 of Savage Love

“Elena—”

“It’s safe. I know it is.”

“And if I do, and then leave, and something happens—I’d never forgive myself.” My cock jerks against my thigh, protesting. “We can’t—”

“We can,” she insists. “And now I’m so wet—” She arches her hips up again, sliding her fingers through her folds, and I can see exactly how correct she is. I can imagine her taste, and if we had more time, I’d already be between her legs, licking her to the fastest orgasm of her life.

“I’m going to come one way or another,” she purrs, narrowing her eyes at me. “So you can keep packing, and listen while I do it myself, hear howwetI am—” she rubs her fingers through her folds again, each word more breathless than the last, playing up the sound of her hand moving against her aroused flesh, “—or you can come over here and make me come with your cock, Levin, and leave me dripping with your cum while you go to New York.”

I turn at that, staring at my wanton wife as she rubs her clit a little faster, her teeth sinking into her soft, pretty lower lip. “You like that idea, don’t you,” she whispers, her voice a husky moan as she reaches down, tugging her shorts to one side with her free hand so that I have an even better view than before. “Getting on that plane, thinking about your cum inside of me all day. HowfullI’d be—

“Goddamnit,” I growl, crossing to the bed in two strides. I’m already undoing my belt with one hand as I grab her with the other, yanking her halfway across the mattress and nearly coming on the spot from the yelp of excitement she makes as I jerk my zipper down and shove my pants far enough down my hips that she won’t make a mess of them as my cock springs free.

“Keep those shorts to one side for me while I fuck you, like a good girl,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust. “You wanted to get fucked? Then take my cock, Elena.”

I don’t thrust into her as hard as I want to. Even as overcome as I am by her taunting, I have enough self-control not to slam into her. If not for the baby, I would. I’d fuck her as hard and fast as I could, pound my cock into her to show her just what happens when she teases me to the limit. The part of it that nearly has me spilling into her the moment I feel her heat around me is that I know she’d fuckingloveit. It’s what she wants, for me to fuck her with every ounce of strength I have, to fuckingdestroyher, and at this moment, I want to.

But I’m not going to risk her for either of our pleasure. I grit my teeth as I push myself into her, a groan erupting from me the moment I feel her clench around my swollen cockhead, and I’m not sure I’m even going to need ten minutes. “Keep rubbing your clit for me,malysh,” I murmur under my breath as I slide into her, feeling her tighten around me. “Make yourself come on my fucking cock.”

“Yes, yes–ohgod, oh fuck yes–” Elena moans, her hips snapping upwards, pushing herself down my length eagerly, so that I bottom out inside of her even faster than I anticipated, every inch of my cock buried inside of her wet, tight pussy.

“Such a filthy mouth for such an innocent girl,” I murmur against her ear, thrusting into her. Some small part of me still thinks I shouldn’t be doing this, that I shouldn’t risk it, even if we were told it was safe. But I also don’t think I can go months without her.

And you think you can give her space. A separation, if she wants. When a few weeks has you fucking her as if you’re just shy of an animal.

It’s only the barest thread of self-control that keeps my thrusts measured at all, each hot slide sending jolts of pleasure down my spine as I thrust into her again and again, bringing us both closer to the peak. Elena’s hand is trapped between us, rubbing quick, fast circles over her clit, and I can feel from her breathing that she’s close.

So am I. And the moment I feel her start to come around me, I know I won’t be able to hold back any longer.

“I’m almost—oh—” she breathes, arching up against me, her legs tangled around mine, wrinkling my shirt between us as her hand grips my arm, anchoring herself against the pleasure as she writhes on my cock. “Oh,fuck, Levin—”

I feel when she comes. That sudden tightness, the pulsing, the way she ripples and flutters around me, sucking me deeper as she tips her head back and cries out my name again and again, and I’m fucking lost. My cock hardens, throbbing as I come inside of her, and all I can think about is her teasing voice asking me if I want to imagine her dripping with my cum while I’m gone.

Fuck yes.I want to fucking fill her up. I sink into her as deeply as I can, feeling her grind against me as she gasps out her orgasm. I groan into her shoulder as I fill her with wave after wave of cum, the pleasure consuming me as I hold myself inside of her.

It’s even harder to leave. I want to stay there, inside her warmth, feeling her pant and shudder underneath me as she clutches me closer to her, her legs trapping me, her pussy still fluttering around my cock. I want to get in bed with her and do it again, over and over, as many times as I can until I physically can’t get hard any longer.

I absolutely do not want to get on that fucking plane.

Slowly, I slide out of her, groaning at the lingering pleasure as she tightens around my softening cock. I give myself the pleasure of taking one more glance, seeing the sheen of my cum on her folds, pearling at her entrance, and my cock jerks halfway back to hardness just from the sight of her so full of me.

She slides back onto the bed, letting her shorts fall back into place, and she lets out a soft sigh as I tug my pants back up and fix my clothing. “I’m going to get in the shower,” she says softly. “Tell Isabella I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

And just like that, it’s over, and everything is back to normal.

I nod, turning back to finish packing as I hear her walk to the shower. There’s a fresh stab of arousal as I hear the water turn on, and I think of her stripping off her clothes, her skin wet and soapy under the spray, the inevitable memory of all the times we fucked in showers in Rio, and how it’s become inextricably linked in my mind with pleasure. I think of her purposefully avoiding washing away my cum, thighs clenched together to keep it inside of her, and my cock swells against my thigh.

Fuck. You’re going to be right back where you started if you’re not careful.

I force the thoughts out of my mind as I finish packing and go downstairs, leaving my bag by the door as I let Isabella in. She gives me a terse smile as she walks inside, glancing over my shoulder. “Is Elena still in bed?”

“She’s showering. She said to tell you she’ll be down in a minute. I can try to fix you both breakfast, if you like?”

Isabella shakes her head. “It’s fine. I’ll do it for us both. The sooner you get to the airport, the better.”

She says it with a smile, as if she’s telling me to get there ahead of time so I’m less stressed out for my flight, but I hear it for what it is—the sooner you’re away from Elena, the better.I know the only reason that she might not be actively hoping that I don’t come back is because of how much it would hurt Elena, and even so, I think she might have an idea that Elena would just get over it, and we’d all be better off.

Isn’t that what you think, too?I ask myself as I get in the car, driving to the airport. I can feel the distance acutely with every mile, wanting to turn around and go back to her. I haven’t been back to New York since the wedding, and I should be excited to go back, to visit some of my old haunts and be back in the place that I’ve considered home for over a decade.

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