Savage Love

by J. Jenkins

  The sight of her full, shapely curves with nothing but a triangle of lace keeping him from being inside her was pushing his buttons something fierce. “Do you only look like this after you've been with Patrick?”

  “Yes,” she answered, starting to rise from his lap, wanting to quickly dress and escape, hide out until her normal shape returned.

  Grabbing her forearm, he kept her captive. Lowering his mouth to one of her breasts, he drew the erect nipple in, then swirled his tongue in strong circles, bathing the pink protruding flesh, his free hand snapping the line of peach lace at each hip before pulling the ruined panties from between her thighs. Sucking strongly on her teat, he was treated to a burst of sweet cream flavor and he groaned deeply before taking another large drink. Hearing her passionate sighs, he teased the curls covering her mound. Switching breasts, he flicked her other nipple back and forth with his tongue until beads of her mouth-watering beverage squirted into his mouth. Sitting back, he kneaded her voluptuous orbs, mesmerized by milky opalescent droplets of nectar seeping forth. Greedily he caught them in his mouth, sucked them thirstily from her skin. Feeling buzzed he leeringly smiled, “Is this standard or does Patrick have to nearly die?”

  “Regeneration times only,” she lied, dreading his jealousy.

  He kneaded her breasts, “That's too bad I was going to put him on speed dial.”

  “What's wrong with the way I normally am?”

  “Absolutely nothing,” he assured, removing his shirt and tossing the denim aside.

  Now he was the one telling fibs and she felt upset that he hadn't liked her as she'd been. “I want to get dressed,” she moaned anxiously.

  Shaking his head he ordered, “Undo my belt.” He wanted her hands teasing him.

  “No. I don't want to.” Normally he was massive and now the outline of his erection beneath the heavy denim felt longer and thicker than before.

  Her resistance heightened his desire. “Didn't you say you'd never tell me no?”

  She felt his erection throbbing, engorging more and she gulped. “Yes I did but-”

  “But what?”

  “I'm afraid after you've had me like this you won't want me the other way.”

  He pulled her hair, made her look at him. “I won't ask again.”

  ****

  Reaching between them she quickly relieved him of his belt, placing the imposing silver and leather beside them, before unfastening his jeans. In an effort to calm him, she arranged her hair to drape over her offending breasts. “Dylan-”

  He stopped her from talking by mating his tongue with hers, sucking and biting, then nipping her lower lip until she twined her fingers in his thick hair. She felt his lips along the line of her jaw, down the curve of her throat, returning to her breast to drink thirstily, each draw causing wetness to pool between her thighs. Releasing his hair she told him, “I want you in my mouth, need to taste you.”

  Dylan sat back looking at her intently, “Not this time. I want you on your back so I can get deep inside you. But you’ll still get your taste of me honey. Understand?”

  She shuddered, wanted him to be gentle. “Did you hear me say I love you?”

  “I heard you.” There was something beyond her outward changes that called to him and made him itchy. He looked deep into her eyes, “What aren't you telling me?”

  “Nothing.” She lowered her gaze, felt her cheeks burning.

  “Good.” He eased her back onto the cushions, quickly rising to shed his clothes. Returning to her he started at her toes, kissing his way up her legs, teasing her skin with his mouth and fingers until he buried his face between her thighs, tickling her tender region with his tongue, licking, swirling, then stabbing until her thighs quivered around him, setting off a wild need to feel her whole body trembling. Moving on, his lips found hers and he whispered, “Breathe into my mouth like you did for Patrick.”

  She stroked the strong line of his jaw, “Alright treacle bear, lay fully on top of me.” When he lowered his body to hers, she took his face in her hands, easing her legs apart so he could settle between her thighs. Concentrating for a few seconds, she drew in a small amount of energy before touching her lips to his; then she blew gently into his mouth.

  Dylan coughed and experienced an unbearable tightness in his chest before he felt his heart stop. He struggled weakly to get free only to have her wrap her legs around his hips to hold him more securely and then he felt her warmth entering him, could see the light passing from her mouth to his. His heart resumed its rhythm, his desire for her increasing to an unearthly level and he feverishly reached between their bodies to position his throbbing penis against her wet opening, readying himself to enter. He tried to get free of her hold to lower his mouth to her breasts but she desperately clung to him and the touching of her lips to his morphed into an amorous exchange, then she set him free. Her hands caressed his shoulders and back, her hips lifting, calling him to duty. He supported the weight of his torso above her to look down onto her beautiful face and eased his tip into her demanding, “Tell me now Carolina.”

  Placing her hands on his hips, she met his gaze saying softly, “God, I love you.”

  Dylan surged forcefully into her, felt great resistance, and heard her cry out, as her hands tried frantically to push him away. He stopped moving, had every intention of getting off her when he felt the all too familiar drumming in his ears, the burning in his loins, the storm raging throughout his soul that had colored his entire relationship with Liz and knew they were both screwed. Gripping her full hips he pulled out, heard her sigh of relief before he slammed himself all the way back in and this time she screamed. The sound was gas thrown on a wildfire. He humped her viciously, biting her shoulder before licking his way down to her breast where hungrily he latched on sucking greedily while she shuddered and whimpered beneath him. She was painfully tight around his swollen flesh, plunging in he felt her yielding just a little, on drawing out her flesh clung with desperation, squeezing, exciting him as he flicked her nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and the next time he withdrew from her hot sheath he slurped from her tit, tasting ambrosia, then clamped her nipple between his teeth, biting down, pulling and tugging before drinking again.

  Her ongoing low sobs made him come up for air. He looked down at her while his hips resumed slamming aggressively against her, her flaming hair fanned out around her head, her face turned away from his, but he could see she was biting her lower lip. Possessively he told her, “I'll be understanding about Patrick, but if you ever give me serious reason to think you've lain with another man he’ll not live to see the next sunrise.” He pumped harder into her at the thought of her body opening for someone else. When he saw gem-bright tears streaming down her face he smiled in ownership before licking them away. “You're mine Carolina.”

  Yes, she was truly his, felt his possession enormously inside, the power of his thrusts agonizing and terrifyingly decadent, her discomfort a prelude to the ecstasy his strength promised. In a demurely gasping voice she said, “Please, you're hurting me.”

  Dylan stilled his movements inside her hot clenching body. Gripping her chin, he turned her face back so his eyes could look deep into her soul. He spoke in a low, thundering voice, “Tell me again and make me believe I've caused you pain.”

  His words started her trembling, his handsome face nearly stealing reason from her mind. Timidly she confessed, “You're too big. It feels like you're ripping me apart.” Looking into his eyes, she touched where his body joined hers. “I'm not like before. Only my mind has memories of sexual fulfillment.”

  Dylan lunged forward and heard her gasp, saw the wince intensify her beauty. He pulled out slowly, felt her trembling fingers along his retreating length before he settled the weight of his muscled chest back down on her full breasts. His lips sought hers for a long kiss, his hands caressing the womanly swell of her hips as he waited...

  She could smell his intentions, sweltering, dominant male musk, overpowering
her senses. Dragging her lips from his, Carolina pushed at his chest, his hair brushing her cheek before she felt his lips kissing along the side of her neck. Beating at his shoulders she fought him, tried bucking him off until she felt the slide of leather over her shoulder, down her side, the enforcing silver buckle touching her hip. “Please,” she whimpered trying to grab the leather, doubling her efforts to get away.

  Easily he conquered her battling hands, strapping together her wrists with the leather and silver before draping her bound arms over his head to rest high on his shoulders. Breathing heavily he demanded, “How much longer?”

  Denied the use of her hands she tried shifting her hips to dislodge his weight only to feel the pain of his nails digging into her hips, the warm trickle of blood his vice-like grip caused and finally ceased her struggles saying, “It's done.”

  Dylan kissed her, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth just as his hips assaulted her again. He plucked her regenerating cherry, tearing into her like a stallion, ramming her mystical maiden passage relentlessly, swallowing her cries as he loved her hard and deep. At first, he felt her hips pulling away, trying to escape the pain before she joined in the dance, rocking against him with precise rhythm, swaying and rotating, whipping his passion into stiffer peaks. Feeling her bound arms surrounding his neck, her strong heart pounding against his chest, her receptive body giving its loving testimony that she'd known no other and Dylan groaned his glorious torment. Taking his mouth from hers, he declared as he continued his long hard strokes, “Woman I loved you before so this I cannot name, a combination of the greatest pure emotion and unparalleled raw, ominous sexual need. That they coexist seems terribly wrong but I don't want the feelings to end. There has to be a high price to pay for this much pleasure, so many dreams fulfilled and I will give anything to keep you like this with me.”

  Meekly she stated, “Dylan, I don't want to stay like this forever.”

  He kept thrusting hard. She felt so good he never wanted to stop. “Why not?”

  “I feel weighted down so if you wish for me like this, then I'll be stuck with these huge breasts and I don't think I'd be happy with them.”

  He lost the rhythm of his stroke. Rearing up he looked into her eyes, feeling her bound hands behind his head and knew she'd be the death of him. “You told me you'd only be like this until I made love to you.”

  “I didn't tell the truth. Patrick could have kept me like this if he wanted. Now that the two of you are bound you have similar carte blanche,” she confessed and with him distracted by her revelation, Carolina brought their intense lovemaking to culmination. Locking her legs around his waist, she rocked her hips seductively back and forth before tensing her inner muscles so rapidly and tightly she made him come with a loud shout, his release, this joining, a river of warm, pure essence inside her that mixed with her own, changing her, making her more of what he secretly desired and needed.

  Dylan felt the climax draining him as if a hose was inserted into his penis sapping the life from him. His hearing went first, then his sight followed and when he collapsed on top of her he experienced her like never before. Her skin tingled beneath his and when he blindly reached for her, he felt as though he were touching a live wire, her fragrance intensifying. His lips moved along her face until they found hers to taste the intensity of sugared roses, and he didn't care that he was blind and deaf.

  Still bound to him Carolina entered his thoughts, “Shape me into the woman you'll be joined with for all eternity. Give me the voice that will pleasure you nightly. See and hear me, knowing I will accept your needs and desires with the faith and loyalty of your true love, your perpetual consort.” There was no need to draw in energy this time to induce the changes; the essence he'd given up had her supercharged. She blew shimmering air and light into his mouth until her lungs ached.

  In his head Dylan heard her thoughts, having just enough time to process them and summon up his ideal images of her, the Carolina he remembered from their first meeting, before he felt her warm sugary breath in his mouth, throughout his body, tightness assaulting his chest and stopping his heart again. He felt himself sinking down into aqua-blue and beyond to pitch-black before he plunged into the brilliant colors of fire, felt her lips separating from his and his heart resumed beating. He was afraid to open his eyes, because during his descent he'd lost his thoughts of her.

  Chapter 14

  “Treacle bear, open your eyes.” More so than before Carolina's voice lilted, embracing the magic and power of her homeland.

  Dylan heard her, listening with a born musician's ear to the few words she spoke, and determined the changes he'd caused to her voice to be marginal. Now there was a subtle dash of pepper to the undertone of her speech, which was snugly wrapped in the scratchy comfort of Irish wool. Just hearing her, had him wanting to shove his penis in her mouth, force her to swallow him, where he'd be at the mercy of her clenching fire and warmth, surrounded by the ever-present danger of her hard, sharp teeth.

  Feeling thrilled already by the changes she'd underwent he was anxious to see what she now looked like. He didn't think her physical appearance would be altered since he hadn't imagined her differently. Lifting his lashes, his jaw dropped and blood raced to the south-central region of his body. Reaching behind his neck, he unbound her wrists so he could stand. Drawing Carolina to her feet, he visually feasted on her.

  She was radiant, glowing as he'd recalled first seeing her with Justin at the shopping center. Her figure resembled the lines and curves of his favorite acoustic guitar, her breasts even fuller than they'd been moments earlier and although he hadn't wished for them to be, they pleased him, doggone did they please him. He drawled happily, “Honey, this just keeps gettin' better.” Taking her hand, he walked her over to the closet and flung open the door so she could see for herself.

  Looking in the full-length mirror, Carolina smiled, touching her fingers to the reflection, “That you see me like this is wonderful; soft and incandescent is how I feel after you've made love to me.” Flexing her sternum caused the heavy weight of her breasts to bounce. She poked at them as if trying to deflate two large balloons and laughed. “The bosom will take some getting use to, Dylan Zeus Zachariah Savage; I look like a triple-X porn star. We're gonna have a hard time explaining them.”

  He tried to look contrite but he couldn't stop grinning like a punch-drunk fool and the fact that she'd called him by his given name that only his parents knew thrilled him even more. “Honestly, they weren't my idea but we don't have to tell anybody anything. By the way, how do you know my given name?”

  “I heard it stirring in the air and I think it suits you, rippling and lordly. But no more questions, I need to hurry and take from you or this change will fade.” Turning him sideways before the mirror, Carolina sank to her knees and lifted his resting manhood in her hands, his musky scent beguiling her. She ran her nails along his skin, gently licking him with the concentration of a grooming feline until he was rock hard. The muscles of his thighs spasmed, hips arching forward, his breathing heavy and labored. “Look in the mirror,” she instructed bewitchingly.

  He stared at them, watched as her lips surrounded him, saw her mouth stretching wide to fit him in before her head started moving back and forth, slow and steady as she sucked and laved his rod, her hands busily massaging and kneading his sack. He felt his length touch the back of her throat before she slid him out to the tip, back-and-forth, up-and-down, on-and-on she pleasured him, steadily increasing the speed of her motions and the intensity of each pull until she finally took him all the way down her throat, her lips kissing the junction where his penis and body met. Dylan felt her throat gripping, clenching, consuming him and in a spasm of ecstasy, he held her head to his body, grinding against her face to shoot ejaculate deep into her willing gorge. He felt her give his sack several pleasurable squeezes, his output increasing, the jerking of his body so forceful he knew for sure he hurt her but he couldn't stop and neither did she. Instead, she gripped
his buttocks, kept them locked together as she drank every ounce of his essence, draining him dry, and still she continued sucking and pulling, until he begged for mercy, only then did she set him free to collapse weakly to the floor. He watched as she licked her lips while stroking her hands along the sides of her neck and he could hear his own voice telling her repeatedly how much he treasured her, how never in his life had a woman ever pleased him in so many ways.

  He watched as she crawled with leonine grace over to him, her new breasts swaying, her flaming hair radiant around her glowing face. She slunk over and up his body leaving kisses in her wake before touching her open lips to his with the passion of a woman who was ready for another trip to Dylantown but he had no gas left in his tank. Ending the kiss with a gentle swat to her rump he professed somewhat sadly for a Texas man, “You've tuckered me out.” Stroking her soft red hair, he looked into eyes of Connemara marble green, “Tell me the truth gal, what are ya?”

  “A woman who's gonna make you very happy. Now I've got to scoot. I'm so hungry I could eat the south end of a northbound skunk. My tummy wants baked salmon in ginger sauce, spinach salad with hazelnuts, persimmon cake and pomegranate juice.”

  “That sounds good but I'm too sore to move. You go ahead while I rest. Just throw me my boxers.” Dylan lay back, watching through half-lowered lashes as she dressed in his shirt and her skirt before returning to help him ease into his shorts.

  Folding his jeans Carolina placed them on the sofa before returning to kiss his brow. “I'm sorry treacle bear. Let's get you over to the sofa so you'll be comfortable.” Helping him to his feet, she felt pained as he grimaced while doing a bowlegged shuffle to the sofa, where groaning he fell backward onto the thick cushions.

  Wincing he closed his eyes tightly, “Gosh almighty, my privates feel like they're about to fall off. Aren't you sore?”

  Smiling she knelt beside the sofa. “Yes I am, but that's why you were thrusting so hard. You wanted me to keep feeling you long after, and I do. I can't wait 'til you take me again later. If Patrick hasn't started setting up for the party, I'll suggest a simple dinner instead. Then we'll spend time with the boys and later, after everyone is asleep, you and I can sneak out to the stables. I know you held back earlier but you shouldn't have. I want to be your everything, not just a wife.”