Page 4 of Chains and Vows

"I know." I run my thumb along her bottom lip. "Just enjoyin' the view."

Then she's takin' me again, deeper this time, pushin' herself until I feel the back of her throat. Her eyes water a little but she doesn't stop or pull back. She keeps goin' until her nose is pressed against my stomach and she's holdin' herself there, swallowin’ around me.

"Fuck, Savannah," I breathe out. Feel my self-control splittin' at the edges.

When she finally comes up for air, her lips are swollen and red, her mascara smudged under those blue eyes.

A beautiful fuckin' wreck.

She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, slick with her spit, and takes me deep again. This time when I hit the back of her throat she pushes past it, takin' me into a place so tight and hot I see stars behind my eyes.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, my head fallin' back for a second before I catch myself and look down again. Can't stop watchin' her. The way her lips stretch around me, the flush on her cheeks, the determination in her eyes.

She's not doin' this 'cause she has to. She's doin' it 'cause she wants to. Wants to push herself. Wants to feel me fill her throat. Wants to make me lose my mind.

And it's workin'.

Her throat presses against me, over and over again. Until I'm so close, I need to pull out of her mouth.

She's panting, spit on her chin, all over her lips, when she looks up at me. "You're done already?"

"Shit, woman. I'm just gettin' started." Then I offer her my hand and help her up off her knees. "Turn around," I tell her. And she does, liftin’ her hair to reveal the clasp of her bra like she's readin’ my mind.

I reach for the clasp of her bra, takin' my time with it. My fingers brush against the warm skin of her back, and I feel her shiver. The little hooks come apart, and I let the straps slide down her arms real slow, trackin' their path with my eyes. The pale pink lace falls away, joinin' the pile of clothes at our feet.

She stays with her back to me, not turnin' around yet. I step in close until my chest is pressin' against her, skin to skin. The heat of her runs through me like wildfire. My arms wrap around her, hands findin' her breasts like they belong there. Which they do. They always have.

I cup them gentle at first, feelin' their weight, the softness. Her nipples harden against my palms as I start to squeeze a little harder, roll them between my fingers. She makes this little sound in the back of her throat. Half sigh, half moan. It goes straight to my cock, still wet from her mouth and pressin' hard against her ass.

"You like that?" I murmur against her ear, even though I already know the answer.

She just nods, her head fallin' back against my shoulder. Givin' herself over to me completely.

My right hand stays on her breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. My left hand slides down the flat plane of her stomach, over the delicate lace of her panties, and between her thighs where she's already soaked through the fabric.

"Fuck," I breathe out when I feel how wet she is for me. "Always so ready."

I press my fingers against her through the lace, rubbin' slow circles that make her push back against me, grindin' her ass against my cock. The friction is just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to get me off.

Her panties are drenched, and I love knowin' that I can make her drip.

"Legion," she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips nearly breaks me. "Please."

But I don't give her what she's beggin' for. Not yet. I keep teasin' her through the wet lace, feelin' her get wetter with every pass of my fingers, every pinch of her nipple. Her breath comes faster, little pants that fill the quiet room.

I start walking forward, urging her to take steps. When she reaches the bed, I whisper, "Bend over, baby."

She obeys immediately. Layin’ herself across the edge of the mattress.

"Stretch your arms up," I say, desire gettin’ the better of me, comin' out rough in my voice.

She reaches across the bed, stretching her spine. And I take a moment to just look at her. Her ass is perfect in those high-waisted pink panties, the lace stretchin' tight over the curves that fit my hands like they were made for me.

I kick off my boots. Strip my jeans the rest of the way down, kickin' them off too. Then I'm naked behind her, my cock hard and heavy between my legs.

I kneel down behind her, my knees pressin' into the carpet. Then I lean forward and bite her ass through the lace, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make her gasp.

My fingers hook into the waistband of her panties and I drag them down slow, watchin' goosebumps rise on her skin as the fabric slides over the curve of her ass, down the backs of her thighs, stoppin' at her knees.