“Savior,” I moaned in his ear as his lips went to my neck, skating across sensitive flesh, now cooled by the ocean breeze. “Fuck, yeah.”
I hung on to him as my orgasm washed over me, so fast I should’ve been ashamed. I wasn’t. At all. He had the ability to make me explode with just a touch, and he wielded that power with expert precision.
“Shit,” I hissed, trembling inside and out.
“You already said that.” His deep chuckle gave me a shudder of aftershocks that had Savior pulling me closer, kissing a line from my neck to my shoulders. “But it didn’t sound like a yes.”
“What a
m I saying yes to, again?”
He laughed and kissed me, right there under the moonlight, kissed me until my legs shook and I had no choice but to hang on to him, or drift away forever.
“Does it matter? Just say yes, sweet Mandy.”
I didn’t know what I was saying yes to, but with his lips and hands all over my body, the gentle kiss of the salty sea air, it didn’t matter all that much. He could have stripped me bare right there on the beach, took me hard and fast while the partiers looked on, and I would have let him. I pulled back with a smile, licking my lips as I said the word we both wanted to hear.
“Yes.”
***
There was a tickle behind my knee, making it hard for me to sneak in the last hour of sleep before I had to get ready for the morning. Today Jana and Max were getting married, and I was going to help them start their marriage on the right foot. It was kind of ironic, the girl with no family being such a big part of helping two people become one. It was a unique experience and one I was both excited and honored to share with my new friends.
That tickle persisted, this time moving up my leg until I felt the tickle of a beard and purred. “Good morning.”
“It is now. Christ, woman, I thought I was gonna have to start jumping on the bed to wake you.”
Savior frowned, his blue eyes looked like crushed sapphires in the morning sun, and I just laughed.
“Maybe if you were a little more insistent, I would have woken up with a smile.”
I giggled when he growled and nibbled on the inside of my thigh. Me, Mandy Sutton, found herself giggling. With a sexy, bearded biker wearing a determined glint.
“I can do insistent,” he said, using his shoulders to push my thighs apart. His hands were warm just like the rest of him, his breath whispered against my core, cool against the slickness. He spread me apart, blowing gently until I moaned.
“Watch.”
“Yeah, okay,” I panted. He was so close to where I wanted him, where I craved him, but not close enough, dammit.
“Mandy.” His voice, deep and commanding, held me captive. “Watch. Don’t look away.”
Shit, how could I look away when he wore that look. I didn’t want to miss one fucking second of this show. And I didn’t. From the moment his tongue lapped at my clit, slid deep into my body, I couldn’t tear my gaze from him. Eyes closed, pink tongue darting in and out, like a dance where he figured out which steps drove me out of my mind the fastest.
“Savior,” I moaned, arching my back.
He smiled and his gaze held mine, but his mouth never stopped torturing me. Loving me. Teasing me. Everything he did, included exaggerated motions so I could see explicitly what he was doing to me. He fucked me with his tongue, teased my clit with his teeth, his tongue, his whole mouth. Sucked me in and tugged hard until lightning flew out of my pores, his name flew from my mouth like a prayer. Or a curse. I held his head, watching him as I ground against his face, his slick smile driving me towards another orgasm. He pulled back.
“Number two’s on me.” He stood and reached for my ankle, pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Literally.”
I reached out to him, wrapping my hand around his long, thick cock, licking the bead of liquid perched at the tip. He really was beautifully built, his cock was long and thick, the head a perfect mushroom that slid against every one of my nerve endings when he plunged deep inside me. It was damn near perfect as far as I was concerned.
“Mandy,” he grunted, tugging on my hair and making me moan. “You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?”
He smacked my ass on the last word, punctuating his question with a smack.
“Oh!” I squeaked at the initial burst of pain but the pain hadn’t left when the pleasure came, fanning out over the area and making my pussy pulse. He did it again on the other side and I wasn’t surprised by my reaction this time. “Maybe I am.”
He laughed, rubbing soothing circles over the places where he’d spanked me.