Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,17
in close, fingering a few strands of hair behind her ear and sang. “Because maybe…you’re gonna be the one that saves me. And after all…you’re my wonder wall.”
She gasped and sobbed with tears streaming down her face. “Don’t you know you’re the one who’s saved me?” She sniffed and buried her face in my chest.
Hard tears soaked through my shirt. I vowed right then and there that her tears would never be from unrequited love or loneliness, but only ones of joy and passion.
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “No, Beauty, we’re saving each other.” So I gathered her up in my arms and made my way into the house.
“But, dessert…”
“That can wait. This cannot.” It was true. Tonight I’d make love to her slowly, leaving the kink off to the side. She needed the gentle hand of her man…not the firm hand of a Dom. And I took pride that I could freely give both.
I held her tightly and took the stairs two at a time, down the long, winding hallway until I breached our room, and then gently laid her in the middle of the bed. Her body sunk into the thick comforter. I began to slowly undress her, kissing and caressing her bare skin as I went. Her body responded instinctively, and she arched into my touch. Her little moans of pleasure continued to escape her lips, and I continued my assault until she started to return caresses. Her silent demands grew, and I answered with my tongue…tasting and nipping along her thighs. My eyes roved over her face, then dipped to the fullness of breasts, and finally down her swollen belly. Overhead, the ceiling fan circled lazily and the moon lit the room in a bluish hue.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, my beauty?”
Her clean scent swirled around me. I was already lost before I began. My mouth hovered above her bare lips—below. She drew in an audible, quivering breath. I growled, knowing I did that. Had that effect on her. However, I promised myself I’d take her slowly, and love her deeply. It was always the same. It seemed like years had past since I’d taken her last, and it was only this morning. But I was on fire wanting her. My fiancée, the mother of my unborn child, and all mine.
I kneeled between her thighs and drank in her naked body. My cock enjoyed the view as well. Her eyes half-lidded and heavy, and a face open and vulnerable. I shifted, parting her quivering thighs, and her eyes focused on my new Prince Albert ring. It was a little thicker and heavier than my last one. I grabbed the head of my cock, taunting her briefly before sinking into her pussy. My muscles locked-up and my breathing seized. Fuck, I hadn’t counted on how much I missed her or how much my cock craved her.
She drove her fingers though my hair and purred the word, “Baby?”
“Don’t.” I put my finger to her lips silencing her. Her words almost broke the barest thread tethered to my sanity. My eyes focused squarely on hers until her little tongue poked out of her lips for a taste of my finger. Fuck me, Beauty was poking her Dom.
I thrust my hips deeper into her soft, enveloping pussy, and I was gone. Fucking gone. She didn’t say a word, but remained still. However, her delicate hand pulled the back of my neck, trying to pull me closer—deeper. Now, it was me who gasped and quivered. She said something, but I couldn’t hear past the whooshing sound of the blood pumping through my ears or the tingle in my balls.
I calmed and she relaxed, adjusting around my rings. Then I started to move. My thrusts thundered going in, and slowed coming out. A quick twerk of my hips and I ensured she felt every last ring that decorated my cock. Her only response was her cries that rained down around me. She’d offered herself countless times, but every time I took her, it felt like forever since the last time I’d had her. I meant to draw it out, make her come again and again. Not happening, I thought. My mouth covered hers, swallowing every last moan. With each thrust, my movements became more frenzied. I was falling down the rabbit hole of decadent orgasms and divine pussy.
The room seemed to recede into darkness…until we were nothing more than impressions of wild tongues, gnashing teeth,