A Savage Kinda Love Page 23

  A man too happily willing to take her in the only way he had ever asked for was downright madness in her mind, absolute lunacy.

  But she couldn't help herself.

  She needed to feel him inside her tonight and for nearly each one after like she needed to fucking breathe.

  "Baby." She eyed him with the want of a woman in need of more than he had planned to give and slightly arched her back, serving herself up to him on the same silver platter that had been planted between them since their first official meeting. "Fuck." His eyes shined like a pair of liquid diamonds as he groaned and slipped his hand beneath the blankets to his cock. "Fuck me, Cheyenne." Her expression darkened with lust as she licked her bottom lip before the top and dropped her hand to his blankets, pushing back until his cock was in full view.

  "Oh my God." She gasped at the sight and nearly unraveled as he smirked.

  The man was indescribably beautiful.

  Her next breath lodged in her throat like the weight of a small brick. As she tried swallowing it back, she lifted her eyes back to his face; his eyes, darkening with a heat that made his cock stiff enough to soften concrete, lowered back down to her breasts; his nostrils flared with a frenzy. "Baby..." She moved in closer to him as the word rolled across his tongue in a wave of euphoria, and turned at an angle that allowed the corner of her breast to brush against the softest, most delicate part of his arm. "Fuck, baby.... Goddamn, Cheyenne. You feel so fuckin' good against me like that, baby."

  "You should feel more."

  Her stomach flipped as she spilt her lips into a smile so wickedly deceptive that it let him know she was in fact teasing him for all that she could.

  But he couldn't have given any less of a fuck by that point if he tried.

  He was so goddamn close to getting what he needed, nothing she could do would let that feeling go.

  Absolutely nothing.

  As her attention refocused on his dick, she slid a hand around her throat and moaned so loudly that the noise had become a whistle floating between her lips. Deliciously thick, long to the point of unbelievable and dark pink with the head throbbing and slightly curved almost too damn perfectly to reach the height of her G-Spot, she had never seen one that made her mouth water with the anticipation of it sliding across the center of her tongue.

  "Lemme taste you," he told her in a whisper, one harsh enough to inflame her with an arousal that swelled her sex to a height she never knew was possible for anyone to reach before now. With his hand still stroking his cock, slowly in order to savor the feeling of her eyes on him, his mouth dropped and his tongue darted between his lips.

  "Taste me where?" Her voice was almost too quiet for him to hear, which he wouldn't have been able to do if not for being so goddamn close to her face.

  Fuck. Him. Hard, soft and slow. He needed the sweetest part of her to ride him until he felt himself knocking on death's door. And even then, he never wanted her to fucking stop.

  She smelled like fire in spring and lilacs in summer; like sin and desire in winter, all rolled into a single package of lust meant only for him to unravel from the inside to the out.

  She dragged her hand straight down to her chest while continuing to watch him, draping her fingers across her heart as the rhythm of each beat matched the thunderous rate of his pulse. He lifted his other hand from the bed and brushed his thumb across her lips, tickling her skin. When her head fell back for a second time at the unreal, damn near out of this world sensation of his touch, he dipped his face beneath her throat, brushing his lips along her skin and opening his mouth to suck the skin atop her pulse between the sharpest points of his teeth.

  Jesus, what the fuck was he doing beyond the feeling of everything and more at this point?

  Rolling until he could feel her legs shaking against his mattress, until he could hear her murmuring his name through a soft whimper, he removed his grip from his cock and slipped his fingers between her thighs; soft and warm against the fabric of her shorts, he needed more of what she had now become so goddamn anxious to give up to him without a single motherfuckin' fight.

  "Open up for me, baby. Lemme feel you tonight." Her body became jello as she nodded, almost too helplessly to function, while allowing her legs to fall open as he wanted.

  As he continued sucking her skin with enough vigor to rattle the dead straight back to life, she raised her hand behind his neck and rolled her fingers into his hair; soft and silky to the touch from his shower, she sighed as his hips jerked in reaction to her, forcing his cock to bounce against himself. Her fingers spun around the curls of his hair before dragging back down to his throat, past his stomach and below his waist. She crawled them along his thighs, along the tiny, coiled hairs of his skin, and stopped just short of reaching his cock.

  He pulled back from her with a hunger in his eyes that melted her straight to the core.

  "I'm sorry," she told him, breathless as she eyed him with an arousal that made her wet enough to sink them both.

  "Don't be, baby -- I'm not. Just lemme taste you; give me what I fuckin' need from you... lemme give you what the fuck you deserve." He dropped his face back down to her throat and exhaled, then dragged the weight of his tongue across her skin, forcing her thighs to slap together as her hips bucked against his fingers in reaction.

  "Taste me." She moved her hand back into his hair as her lips parted; the moment a drop of air hit her tongue, it went dry upon impact.

  She lowered herself back down to the bed, laying flat on her back, lifting her arms above her head as he quickly removed her tank from around her waist. After tossing it to the floor, he focused on her shorts, hooking his fingers around the edges at her hips and dragging them down to her feet, along with her panties.

  Staring at her sex in full, slick and clean shaven, heavy with a craving only matched by his own, he removed her shorts and panties completely, and lowered himself between her thighs. The warmth of her skin against his own sent a shockwave of emotions charging through him like a current that only accelerated with the soft panting of wanting more humming between her lips. He shifted one hand beneath her backside, groaning as she was soft enough to damn near make him come right then and there, and moved in to slowly kiss the inside of her left thigh, sucking tiny bites into his mouth as if it were her bottom lip.

  With his lips dragging and tongue swirling across each open part of her skin, she dropped her hand atop his head. Her body felt as if it could shatter beneath him at any second, like a hammer thrown through glass from the tingling sensation zipping through each spark that reached her toes; his mind was going out of control with the anticipation of her true taste.

  As his lips drifted closer to her sweetest spot, she reached for the pillow behind her head and clamped her fingers around the edges of the case; her toes curled to the point of causing pleasure worthy pain to every part of her system as her heels sank further into the bed without retraction. Nikko eyed her with a certain gleam to his eyes before twisting his head aside and rolling the very tip of his tongue along the delicate center of her sex, teasing the slit as her hips bucked all over again. He chuckled before pushing her thighs further apart and slipping his other hand beneath her, pulling her close enough to his mouth to taste for an eternity.

  "Nikko."

  The sound of his name in her voice, full of sex and need and lust, the downright urge to push for further satisfaction damn near pushed that motherfucker straight over the edge of a goddamn cliff he knew he was already dangling from.

  The shit was worth falling for and never making a comeback from; never recovering, never seeking more than he felt he was owed.

  She was worth all of it and more.

  "Nikko."

  When she called out to him for a second time, her voice heavy with an ache that only his mouth could cure, he kissed her sweetest spot as if he owned her; as if her mind, body and soul now belonged to no one else but him and never would again.

  As if she would never regret the feeling of this momen
t shared between them at any point in their lives together and beyond it.

  Not ever.

  His tongue plunging deep between her lips -- rolling, licking and swirling -- she nearly convulsed while holding onto the pillow case before finally dropping her hands back down to the top of his head, taking handfuls of his hair, molding each curl as if they would belong to her and what they had now become for the rest of her life.

  She turned her face to keep from yelping loud enough for anyone outside of the complex to hear and yanked her bottom lip into her mouth. As her tongue rolled against it and she lifted her feet from the bed, resting her ankles against the lowest part of his back, a thought of how he knew just how the hell to touch her, how the hell to taste her without guidance flickered in her mind for less than a second.

  How could he know? she thought. How could he feel what I want without me telling him what to do?

  He was no professional nor psychic; he was no expert on women despite the many of his past, but he could read Cheyenne's body in particular; could read the shape and desire forming between her hips in the same way he had managed to read the hordes of books filling his shelves downstairs.

  She wasn't easy; she was strong and difficult as hell; stubborn as shit and all too goddamn eager to be right with everything she said, even when they both knew she was wrong or on the verge of it; she asked too many goddamn questions and was maybe the most agonizing woman he had ever known in his life.

  But she was open to love and want and the feel of sex with a man she desired more than most just like anyone else and he knew it, he could feel it in spite of her constant need for outward denial, despite her need to rebuff him at every turn before tonight. He fed into that shit, fed into all of her; fed into the everything that allowed him to finally have a moment with her that she was sure would never come between them; a moment she was certain would remain nothing more than a high risk fantasy filling both of their heads with clouds until death.

  As he rolled his tongue along her opening, swirled until the swelling of her lips reached full capacity against his mouth, he suckled each one and lifted his hands to her breasts. Holding and kneading, pinching the flesh around her hardened nipples until she came within seconds, he groaned with a roguish delight he'd never felt before that very moment as she washed across his tongue with a sweetness bound to render him hers for eternity.

  "Goddamn." He licked her until she was fully clean. "Goddamn, baby."

  Her eyes rolled down to his as a smile parted her lips, as it reached the corners of her eyes in a way it never had before tonight, and brightened her entire face for the first time since they met; for the first time ever. The elation building within, far too damn equal to his own, she soaked in the feeling of it all without fear, of desire without dread or embarrassment; her body felt more relaxed, more at home and safer than it had ever been with anyone else in her entire goddamn life, even herself. She didn't know what the hell to take from it all, didn't know how the hell to react to what was happening beyond this moment; but she knew she wanted to savor it for as long as humanly possible, for as long as he was still willing.

  After licking her from his mouth, he kissed her one last time, soft and slow with just enough tongue to make her legs fall numbly away from his back and onto the bed. When he moved his mouth to her stomach, nibbling at the skin just below her belly button, she reached for one of his hands still on her breast, rolled her fingers around his index and lifted it to her mouth. "Touch me there," she muttered, her eyes rolling back as she exhaled. "Touch me there, Nikko."

  "Where's that, baby?" he rasped.

  "Everywhere..."

  Her body rattled at his eagerness to know just how the hell to please her more than he had already; his mind racked with the ways of making it happen as quickly as possible for the rest of the night.

  As she sucked his finger into her mouth and circled her tongue around the tip, he groaned and grunted, watching her with hooded lids and a heavy breath that swept across her skin like a warm blanket made from pure silk. When her soft brown eyes reopened to the deliciously rich hazel that reached deep down into his soul, another smile crossed her face; he crawled along her body until they were face to face with each other and brushed the edge of his nose along the tip of hers.

  When he pulled back with a smile, she laughed, watching him with a dash of hope in her eyes and heart that he could truly be the one she had been looking for since she was a child, the man she feared she would never find in a life full of misery and pain, heartache and unwanting; a man she never believed she could want beyond the shadow of who he was, beyond the everything and more she was certain she would never need for herself past a night like this.

  He stared down into her face as a sudden tightness filled his chest followed by deep expansion; it was the feeling of being able to finally breathe for the first time in his life without the fear of someone turning away; without the fear of never being seen beyond a monster and gentleman; beyond the fighter who aimed to kill and lover who aimed to please. When she reached for his face, dragging her fingers along the edge of his perfectly angled jawline, along the edge of his growing beard, he turned his mouth toward the inside of her hand and kissed her skin until his lips burned.

  He encircled her wrist and closed his eyes, then turned back to her, gradually stroking his cheek along her palm. As his hairs tickled her skin, she dragged her thumb across the fullness of his mouth, across his delectable bottom lip until his eyes reopened to hers, desperate for the taste of him against her mouth, then brought her other hand up to his throat and swept her thumb across his Adam's apple as he swallowed. As her hand fell to the muscles in his chest, as her fingers moved across the warmth of his skin, his grip around her tightened.

  She whimpered while rolling her eyes back to his, then leaned her head to the side as he lowered his face and brushed his mouth across hers from corner to corner. Unbelievably sexy in nature, damn near torturous to her soul, the softness of his lips made her quiver from limb to limb; the warmth from his tongue rippled across her own like a nightmare disguised as a dream she never wished to awake from. When he attempted to lean away in the hope of taking her all in for himself again, she jerked her wrist from his hand and slid it behind his throat, forcing him to remain in place. She lifted her chin and parted her lips, and as he shifted his cock between her thighs, the head of it sliding along the wettest part of her slit, she wrapped her other hand around his throat and lowered him back down to her. Taking advantage, he shoved his tongue between her lips, gently flicking the tip between the top and bottom, and watched with full arousal reaching the tip of his cock as her eyes shut and a soft groan for more of him escaped.

  He dragged his hands along the curves of her hips, moved them around her thighs and lifted them over his back. Her toes curled, then expanded as he pushed his tongue even further into her mouth; she clamped her lips around it, tasting him, then rolled the tip between her teeth before allowing him to pull back and stare into her face again. He lifted his hand back to her breast, then moved it around her throat and pressed his thumb beneath her chin, tipping her head back. He wanted to taste her again, he fucking needed it to save whatever was left of his goddamn soul.

  "Kiss me," she told him, the erratic beats of her heart vibrating inside her throat, bouncing against his chest and out of sync with his own. "Until the world stops spinning around my head and nothing else matters... until the only thing I can feel is you inside me, so deep that I may never breathe again."

  "You sure you want that shit from me?" he asked her.

  "Yes. I need everything from you right now, Nikko, maybe more of it -- I don't know... But I feel like I may never get enough even once I have it, and as much as it terrifies me, I don't care."

  "Goddamn, baby."

  He wanted to say more in return; to tell her that he wanted the same; that being as far deep inside her as he could go was something that kept his mind from dissolving to complete mush as the days passed inside the ta
nk.

  But...

  "Kiss me, Nikko, please," she said, her eyes pleading for more as he shifted closer to her sex, "just take me, please -- fucking take me."

  "Jesus."

  "Make me yours."

  "You're begging me for it again."

  "I know... please, Nikko..." She lifted the back of her head from the pillow and slowly dragged her tongue along his bottom lip, taking in the fullness of him from corner to corner.

  "Goddamn." The taste of her drove him insane. "Fuck. Me. Cheyenne."

  "That's what I'm trying to do," she said.

  He chuckled. She was like a deadly rainstorm packed with lightening, washing over him with a force too electrifying to fear.

  He licked her lips with a certain delicacy only afforded to the kind of woman he wished to taste again, which had been less than few and far between, before finally plunging his tongue back between them to kiss her with such an eager softness that she ceased all breathing; he lifted his hand beneath her jaw, wrapped his fingers around her cheeks and gently squeezed until their tongues circled each other with a frenzy, until their lips met and parted and met all over again with a hunger unmatched by anyone else they had ever known.

  A hyperventilating moan unraveled from between them as he stroked her, as she anxiously circled her fingers along the smoothest parts of his back, past the tattoos and back into his hair, forcing him to kiss her so slowly, so delightfully sensual that the heat from his tongue, the heat from his body fully pressed against the weight of her own, nearly torched her from the inside out.

  He was already on fire.

  He grunted while rolling the tip of his cock along her sex; she adjusted the lower half of herself against him, forcing him to gently push inside her without need for much else. As another soft moan escaped, he released her mouth and pulled back; she sucked on her bottom lip while staring directly into the liquid heat filling his eyes, tasting herself mixed with the mint still lingering on his tongue. She slid her arms around his neck and combed her fingers through the curls of his hair. She held him tight against her with no chance of letting go until she got what she needed from him; what she wanted -- what she so desperately craved for herself, for them both.