Page 63 of The Devil's Redemption

She closes her eyes.

“No. Eyes open. Eyes on me, Sasha.”

She listens to me, and the moment she opens her eyes, her legs relax. She’s not spread wide open, but she’s no longer holding them closed either. It’s a start. I run my finger through her slit to check for moisture, but it’s completely dry. Flicking my tongue out, I lick her bottom lip before grabbing it gently between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.

I press down on her clit, again rubbing circles over it, trying to conjure the feeling of ecstasy that will help her let go. Maybe this is what we needed to do yesterday. Maybe a quick fuck wasn’t the best way for us to come together after what happened to her.

Releasing her lip, I scoot down the bed just enough so I can still look into her eyes but I can also suck her nipple into my mouth, just like I did to her lip. Flicking her peak with my tongue, I slide one finger between her legs and connect with her clit.

The soft moan that escapes her mouth is music to my ears.

That’s it, Sasha.

I release her nipple and stick two fingers in my mouth, lathering them up before I begin massaging her clit again. Then I capture her lips, and the moment that I slide my tongue against hers, I work up a little more friction between her legs. Her eyes break away from mine and land on the ceiling.

“Look atme, Sasha. Feelme,” I tell her, breaking our kiss again.

Her eyes shift back to mine.

“Blade…” she pants.

“That’s right. I’m here.”

When I feel her hips buck slightly, I take that as a very good sign. She usually only does that when she needsmore.And I can give her more. I’m going to give her a whole fucking lot more.

I trail my fingers along her slit again, but this time I burrow in between them. Feeling the slight dampness there is a huge relief.

“You’re getting wet for me, Sasha.”

A meager, quiet, little moan sounds in her throat, telling me she can take more. I slide my fingers inside of her and slowly begin twirling them around in the way that drives her wild. I kiss her one more time before I speak again.

“I’m going to eat your pussy now, Sasha. You’re going to think of me as I do it, understood?Only me.”

She nods her head feverishly. She wants it. ThankGod, she wants it. I pull her up off of the bed and move two pillows next to the wall. Shifting her so her legs are dangling over the side of her bed, I lay her back onto the pillows so she can look down her body and watch as I devour her.

Dropping to my knees, I bend her legs so her feet are flat on her mattress. I watch her eyes begin to roll back into her head as I flick her clit with my tongue the same way that I did her nipples a moment ago. Curling my arms around her hips, I hold her open with my thumbs as I suck her clit between my lips. I don’t know how I’ve managed to go so long without tasting her. Sasha will always be my favorite.

My favorite flavor. My favorite scent. My favorite everything.

I allow myself to feast upon her until she can’t help but squirm with delight. When I sit up, both her pussy and my chin are covered in a sheen of her arousal. I move her back so she’s laying longways on the bed again. Settling my body between her legs, I lock my eyes on hers once more.

“Be withme, Sasha.Only me,” I command her.

Nodding her head, I push through her opening, and her eyes close briefly as her pussy contracts and relaxes, trying to get used to my size. But they’re open again a moment later. I start moving in and out of her slowly, making sure she’s not in any pain. After she cries out a pleasurable moan, I know it’s okay to go harder.

I don’t make it a gradual change. Now that I have the green light, I’m gone. I thrust into her so hard, her bed frame screeches in protest beneath us. Within seconds, she’s crying out with pleasure. She closes her eyes, but this time I see tears falling from the corners of them.

“Sasha, look at me.”

I slow my movements a little, but I don’t stop.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Blade,” she opens her eyes, tears pooling in them. “It just feels good…So fucking good, please don’t stop.”

She lays a hand against my cheek as I speed up again. We stay like that, not tearing our eyes from one another until the moment we come undone. I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily into the comforter until I’m able to catch my breath. With a deep inhale, I roll off of her because I can feel her struggling to breathe under my weight. I prop my head in my hand and lay on my side, looking down at her. Using my thumb, I wipe away her tears.

“How are you doing? You okay with all of that?” I inquire.

---