Page 35 of Blade
Blade continues his teasing touches, bending to add soft kisses to the places his fingers just left. He works his hands higher up my legs, massaging my calves, knees, and thighs. When he gets to my center, he places a sweet kiss on top of my curls and continues moving up my body.
His hands slide reverently over the curve of my hips, and he places small kisses on my belly, nuzzling his head there. I wonder if I'm pregnant. The thought should scare me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.
He looks up at me, and a moment of understanding passes between us. “I want that too, Sonya.We’ll make it happen, I promise.”
He returns his focus to my body, kissing a trail up my torso and between my breasts. His knuckles brush my nipples, and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue.
Blade worships my body, showing me how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers with mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.
He dips his head and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss on my pulse point. He kisses up my jaw and places sweet kisses on my temple, my forehead, my eyes, and my nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in the moment.
Finally, Blade kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I feel every vein on his beautiful shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.
We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head to rest on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hip to the side of my breast.
“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine.Mine,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than me.
Blade moves inside me, pulling out at the same slow pace. My walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he’s in control.
In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy. It’s like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.
The slow burn is killing me. The edge of the flame licks at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.
He releases my hands and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.
The flames reach my core, and I’m so sensitive even though I haven’t come yet. He keeps me on the edge, and it’s almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my release.
His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Blade rests his forehead on mine.
“Feel this with me, love. Feel me. Feel us…” he rasps as his hips buck, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“Blade…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell his body is casting over me.
He continues his slow pace, occasionally adding a quick, hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before he slows down again and pulls me back. My juices trickle out of me and pool on the sheets beneath me.
“Please…”
He thrusts again, harder this time.
“Oh! Oh. God. I’m right there, Blade…”
“Come for me, Sonya. I’ve got you. Look at me. I want to see you fall apart for me.”
With a final thrust, my orgasm takes me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops. I can’t take in air as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body.
I stare into Blade’s eyes. It’s so intense, so vulnerable. He swells inside me as he empties deep into my womb. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as he comes, never breaking eye contact with me. He’s shaking and panting as much as I am.
Blade collapses on top of me, and I savor his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, as close as we can possibly be.
“Sorry,” he mumbles as he rolls us over.
I lie on top of him, completely spent and content. I rest my cheek on his chest and throw a leg over his, tangled up in him. My arm stretches over his chest as I place my hand over his heart. “Mine,” I whisper.
“So fucking mine, Sonya. My sweet, filthy, perfect baby girl.”
I sigh contentedly when Blade presses his lips to the top of my head. This man has become my whole world in such a short amount of time. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for me and my growly biker.
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