Page 32 of The Saviors: Part Two
“What changed?”
“You.” He says it so confidently that I get lost in his hand on me, his eyes on my face. “Can I take your shirt off?” I swallow the fear and nod. He helps me slip it over my head, and his gaze goes to the bandage on my chest. When he leans down to kiss across it, I lose all ability to think or argue so when he pops the front clasp on my bra, I don’t stop him. He pulls back when it falls open and groans. “Fuck, those are perfect. Can I put my mouth there?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll have to help me make you feel good. Can you do that?” His lips close around my nipple, and my back leaves the bed.
“Oh shit. Yes.”
He sucks my nipple until it’s a stiff peak, and before he switches to the other one, I pull at his shirt so I can feel his skin on mine. Nolan jerks it over his head, and his mouth is back on my breast. I sink my fingers into his thick brown hair, encouraging him to continue. He switches back and forth until I’m a panting mess. He pushes them together and buries his face between them. “I want to get lost in here.”
“Nolan!” His face pops with that grin that I’ve grown to love. “You’ll suffocate in there.”
He slowly moves until he’s on his knees between my thighs. “We can’t have that, can we? I have a lot more to explore.” He massages my breasts again and then lets his hands softly run down my stomach until he’s at the top of my shorts. I subtly shake my head, signaling that I’m not ready, and he moves his hands back up. “We don’t have to go further. I’m perfectly happy just touching you like this.”
I’m so turned on that my clit is throbbing, but I know if I rush it, I’ll just freak out and ruin this again. “Just kiss me.”
He braces his hands beside my head and kisses me harder than he did before. He slowly lowers his body onto mine, and I shift my hips to rub against his hard cock. Nolan grinds against it, mimicking a fucking motion. He lines up perfectly to rub against my clit, giving it the friction it needs, but I want more. He must sense the shift because he pulls back and then starts kissing down my neck, over my boobs, down my stomach, and across the top of my shorts. When I don’t stop him this time, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them, along with my panties, down my legs. He sits back on his knees, his eyes laser-focused on my pussy.
“If I died right now, I’d die with a smile on my face. Holy shit.”
“Touch me,” I beg, spreading my legs wider in invitation. “Please.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I plan on touching you,” he runs his finger through my wet slit, “a lot.” His finger bumps my clit, and I moan so loud that his eyes flash to my face. “Do that again,” he says hoarsely, putting more pressure. “Show me.”
I lay my fingers flat on top of his and start moving them in tight circles. I’ve never coached someone through this, but it somehow makes the moment sweeter, hotter. “Use your other hand. Inside me. Two fingers.” I can barely form a coherent thought with the way he’s looking at me. Color is high on his cheekbones, his eyes are dark, and his teeth are sunk into his plump bottom lip. Nolan gently eases two fingers inside me.
“Holy fuck, you’re so damn wet for me.” He turns his hand, and I feel him searching for that magic spot.
“I thought,” I pant, “you were new.” My back bows when he finally hits it. “Oh, God.”
“I am, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t researched everything that I need to know to make you make that face. Goddamn, you’re incredible.” He starts moving his fingers in a come here motion, and I melt into the bed. All earlier concerns and insecurities evaporating.
Nolan leans down and replaces his fingers with his mouth. My hand sinks into his hair, and I can’t stop my hips from moving, chasing the feeling. “Suck on it.” He does what I say, and my toes curl. “Just like that. Please don’t stop.” He builds me up to the peak, and I just hover there, unable to go over the edge. Frustration starts to set in after a solid two minutes of that, but Nolan never stops his movements and never acts like he wants to stop. “We can stop. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he mumbles against my skin. “Come for me, Lovie.” He sucks my clit back into his mouth hard, and something about his words makes me shatter.
“Nolan!” I cry out, my release hitting me hard. He gently brings me back down and pulls back with a triumphant look on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Please fuck me.”
Both brows hit his hairline. “So crude,” he jokes. He jumps from the bed and shoves his sweatpants off. His boxers go next then he’s climbing back between my thighs. He lays the head of his cock on my clit, and moves his hips back and forth, making little aftershocks run through me. “Do you have a condom?”
I shake my head, reaching for him. “You don’t need one.”
He freezes, and I think he’s backing out, then he groans. “I don’t know if I’m going to last inside you bare.”
“I don’t care. I just need you inside me. Please, Nolan.”
He searches my face, and when he’s content with what he sees, he lines up with my entrance. He pushes forward, and I feel myself stretching to accommodate his thick length. Nolan stops halfway and blows a breath out. “Dead. Death by Chelsea’s pussy.”
“Oh my God,” I half laugh-half moan.
Nolan braces his hands beside mine and lays his forehead on mine. He pushes the rest of the way in and sighs when the connection is complete. “You feel so damn good, Lovie.”
“You do too.”
