Masters at Arms (#1)

Savannah’s clit throbbed. Please, touch me again. She’d never asked a man for what she wanted and couldn’t start now. She should have helped him take off his jeans, but had been so lost in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her body, all functional thoughts had left her brain.

Expecting him to take them off himself now, she was taken aback when his head bent toward her pussy. She tried to close her legs, then gasped at the friction of the bandages against her raw skin.

He leaned back and looked up at her. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. It wasn’t his fault. Still, he mustn’t look at her there. She felt heat rise in her face. Shame. But he continued to hold her legs open wide. Waiting.

“Please, let me taste you.”

Savannah felt her face grow hotter. He was begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head and watched as he smiled, then lowered himself to her again. When his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded. Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.

“Ohh!”

Empowered, he took his finger and wet it against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, Lord, yes!” The combination of his tongue and finger were delicious. Then another finger joined the first and he moved them in a “come here” motion that was her undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse. No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference, she was discovering.
She couldn’t hold back. When would he enter her? Then his lips were gone and she felt his eyes on her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her. “Explode for me, bebé. Don’t hold anything back.”

His tongue returned to draw gentle circles against her clit and she came undone. Her screams of ecstasy crashed against the walls of the cave as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. She held his head to her, pulling fists full of his hair free of his queue, not wanting the moment to end for anything. But it did. Tears spilled from her eyes. The intense beauty of the orgasm left her feeling fragile. Wanting more.

Feeling lost.

Then Damián stood and removed his jeans. She watched his penis spring loose, large and erect. Oh, Lord. He’d never fit inside her.
Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his body down against her chest. Smothered. She couldn’t breathe. “No!” She pushed him off her chest, gasping to fill her lungs.

Breathe, Savi. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

She opened her eyes. Damián looked down at her and brushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong, querida?”
Oh, God. She didn’t want him to stop. And she didn’t want to explain why she couldn’t have him on top of her. “I need to see your face when you make love with me.”

He smiled and propped himself up on his hands. Lord, he was so beautiful. He pressed his erection against her sensitive clit. She pulled his face toward hers and met him halfway, kissing his full, wet mouth. Unlike their kiss on the beach, this time she tasted herself on his lips. How strange. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she felt his penis throbbing against her clit, which responded in kind. Her nipples tightened and budded.

He pulled back, propping himself on one hand. The veins in his arms bulged as he took his penis and rubbed it up and down against her wet pussy lips. Each time he touched her clit, she surged upward.

“Oh, bebé. You’re so fucking sexy.”

The sweet sentimental endearment, coupled with such a crude word, sent her libido into overdrive. She reached down and guided him to the opening of her vagina. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”