Page 94 of Savagely Yours
“To make you drip down my chin, Tapley.”
Lately, he’d been alternating between Larke and Tapley, but there was something about tacking my last name onto the end of that particular sentence that made me dizzy.
“You know, here at Totten, I have access to some sort of maintenance,” I pointed out. “It might not be Tatiana, but it’s something. Out there, however…”
“Tatiana from Nova Terra?” he asked, kissing his way down my body. “The one who did your waxes, right?”
“How’d you know her name? You stayed in the waiting room.”
“Because I’m good at my job.” He slid the panties down my legs and tossed those as well. “Plus, Mae helped me get a job at an Ace Hardware store the summer before I left for the Navy.”
I eyed the top of his head. “I’m almost afraid to ask where this is going.”
“The first thing I sold was a Dewalt twenty-volt, battery-operated weed whacker.”
I let the information saturate.
Then, I laughed.
I laughed until my lungs rattled.
He grinned. “I’m certified, baby.”
I continued to laugh, coughing into my elbow and reveling in his smile until his tongue found its mark.
The first flick was soft.
So soft.
As if unsatisfied with how little of me he had access to, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and sucked on my lips before dipping his tongue between them. My hips rose again, and soon I was riding his face, sliding my clit along his tongue.
He groaned a deep,“Mmm,”and then an even deeper,“Mm-hmm”when I tangled my fingers in his hair. My gasps echoed and stretched, and our bodies created shadows against the bare walls in the dancing candlelight.
He pulled away, sucking on his wet bottom lip, and entered me with two fingers. “Drive me crazy,” he said, so low that I was sure he was talking to himself. “Juicy fucking pussy.”
He sucked on my clit.
My eyes rolled back.
He continued, sucking and licking and thrusting his fingers. And I fisted his hair with both hands, rocking against him until my body seized. My muscles squeezed his fingers, my body arching further and further with every wave of the orgasm.
The movements of his tongue slowed.
Then, after one last lick that left me shuddering, he eased back to undress. I watched, wanting to help him, but I was nothing but a pile of spent limbs. So, I took in the show, took in the solid lines of his frame until he was completely naked, his dick hard and beading with fluid.
I started to turn over, but he grabbed my hip.
“No, stay like this.” He spread my legs wider and climbed over me. “Yes, I love fucking you from behind, but I want you to stay just like this.”
He gripped the base of his shaft, and I reached between us to guide him inside me. When his head slid past my entrance, he moaned a deep,“Fuck”and finished the thrust in a slow, steady motion.
“It’s so damn sexy when you do that,” I said, out of breath.
He planted his hands on either side of my head and fucked me in deep, rhythmic strokes. I sank my fingers into the muscles in his ass and pulled him deeper than I could take him, but I loved the way he felt, thick and hard and pulsing against my walls.
At times, he seemed to be looking at me. Others, he seemed to be searching my face, my eyes, before his gaze took possession of mine again.
“Is this why you wanted me on my back?” I teased. “To see what you do to me?”
