Page 70 of Savoring Her Snake

“You’re eager,” I say. Smiling during sex is a new experience. It has never been something fun. I’ve never had a meaningful relationship, and I’m unsure if I’ve ever felt the love I should. I wanted many, but it never crossed the line to being obsessed with someone's scent. Needing to touch them just for the sake of knowing they are near should scare the fuck out of me, instead, I want to give in to the feeling. Standing straight, I round the end of the table and cup her knees. “Spread. As far as you can,” I demand, and warmth expands in my chest. She bends her knees as far as the fabric allows. When I reach for the button of my pants, her eyes widen. Her gaze is glued to my hands as I lower the zipper and push the fabric down. I take off my shoes and drop the pants to the floor. I palm my cock with one hand and push down my boxer briefs with the other.

“Shit,” she moans as I lean over her legs. Bracing my hands above her bent knees, I move over her, the table easily holding both of us. I dip my head and suck her clit in my mouth, the fabric of her panties adding friction. “Heath. Sir. Please.” Her body thrusts in the air, and I use one hand to press on her stomach above my head. Her taste fuels my beast, and he shows himself through my eyes. I release her, brace myself on my knees, and rip one side of her panties.

“Take your mate,” I growl and lunge, entering her with one thrust. Wet. Heat. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss as I lean over her. I hold still and allow her to adjust to my size. I kiss the corner of her open mouth. “Are you alright?” Her scent tells me she felt some pain, and I don’t like it.

“Yes. It’s easing. I need you to move.”

I have the benefit of knowing if she is telling the truth. The pain is gone, and her need is replacing it.

“Bossy,” I whisper, biting her chin. It seems the rules I like to enforce are broken when she is the one doing it. Her need is mine. Her pain is mine. Her body is mine. “Who do you belong to?” I ask, gripping her neck as I slide out.

“You. Heath, Sir,” she gasps.

“Yes, Darling.” I look down, watching my cock enter her pussy. “Fuck, you feel so warm.” She’s burning me with her heat. “Do you like how your mate fucks you?” I increase my speed and look at her, loving the pure bliss on her face.

“Yes, Sir. More,” she begs, and I can’t help the pleasure it brings me.

“Jesus,” I hiss and kiss her. I thrust harder, and the table shakes. Her hands slide against the wood, and I crave her touch. One of my favorite things is using ropes or anything to tie a woman and keep her where I want her, but with Juliana, I want her hands on me. Stopping isn’t an option at this point. Leaving her hot body would cause my snake to protest violently. We finally have her under us and refuse to give her up. “Move your hips.” She eagerly does as I demand.

“I’m going to come,” she says as our hips meet.

“Hold it,” I command. The same words repeat inside my head while my desire reaches dangerous levels. My heightened senses enhance every inch I slide inside her. I can smell how close she is and feel her pulsing against me. My muscles strain to hold the control I need to use with her human body. She’s fragile, and I don't want to cause her pain by being too rough.

“Sir,” she groans, her head tipping back.

“Do it for me,” I rasp, watching her concentrate on keeping the orgasm at bay. “Good. So good.” My fingers glide against her neck with our movements, and I pull. “Watch me.” Our eyes connect, and I drown in the pleasure in hers. Moving faster, the wood creaks and slides slightly across the floor. “Good girl. Open.” I hold my finger over her mouth. “Fuck yeah.” She sucks on my finger, and I almost lose it. I never lose my control.

“Mmm…” She struggles to keep her eyes open and the heat from overwhelming her.

“Come. Come on your Sir’s cock,” I demand and watch the pleasure travel over her face. Her pussy tightens to the point of pain as she latches on, and I have to slow down. I can’t hold back. I fill her with my come. Complete euphoria. I drag my finger from her mouth, and her cries fill the room. I drop my head against her chest as I curl over her, watching her hips thrash and the last of the orgasm work over her.

“Heath,” she breathes and stops. Her body is limp, and I’m reluctant to leave it.

“Fuck, darling.” I look at her and smile. Her eyes are closed, and she has a slight smile on her face. Her cheeks are red, and she seems completely satisfied and comfortable. I hate it, but I slowly pull out. “Shit,” I hiss.

“I like you inside me, too,” she mumbles.

“Good. It will happen a lot.” I ease off of her and then the table. I quickly untie her limbs, but she doesn’t move. Starting at her feet, I massage where the ties irritated her skin. “Are you alright?” I ask.

“Oh…yeah,” she sighs. “That was perfect.”

“Glad you think so, mate.” I move to her arms and rub her wrists. “You did well. Did you like the restraints?”

“I did. I like being at your mercy.” She opens her eyes and smiles at me.

“We will use them often,” I whisper.

“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she says.

“I didn’t either,” I confess.

“It makes me happy to know that.” Releasing her, I move to the middle of the table, slide my arms underneath her, and bring her to my chest.

“My possessive mate.” I carry her toward the bedroom. As I step inside, I hear the alarm ring. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

I gaze down, and the dreamy expression leaves her face. The alarm is too quiet for her human ears.

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