A Savage Kinda Love

by Kiki Leach

  He shifted a hand behind her back, dragging it to the smallest angle above her behind. He curled his fingers into her skin, digging his nails deep enough to make her quiver, and lowered his mouth to her throat, sinking his teeth near her pulse as heavy breaths full of a passion neither had ever known before now collided between them. He used his other hand to reach down for his cock and while teasing her with an insanely slow stroke along her slit, pulling in and out of her lips until she damn near came around him, he brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her deeply enough to feel that shit burning so goddamn hot within himself, he nearly collapsed in a fever on top of her.

  As she relished in his taste, in his smell and the way he kissed and touched her; the way he made her feel as if she was the only woman who could ever matter to him in the way he needed, the only woman who ever did, he relished in the entirety of her, in the ecstasy and pain she could reign upon him all at once; in the affection she could take back at the drop of a dime at will.

  He had fallen for her, hard.

  The moment they met, he had come to realize, was a test for himself to see if he could ever stop tumbling. He couldn't. He knew then that he never would.

  "Nikko." As she called out to him with tears in her eyes, unsure of why they had even come, he brushed the fallen hair from her face and pushed inside her with all he had of himself. "Oh my God." Thick and hard, long and slow, he grinded with such an ease that made her chest swell with an emotion unknown to even herself, and her heart full of a desire that melted her entire being as her fingers went limp against his skin.

  "Jesus."

  Burning hot as the heat from his body enveloped her own, she turned her head to the side as he leaned in to try and kiss her, squeezing her pelvis to take him all in as he pumped with delicate strokes, making sure not to push any harder than she needed. "Nikko..." But she needed him, badly. My God, did she need to feel him inside her. "My God." She bit down on her bottom lip until it swelled inside her mouth and pressed each part of herself against him as hard as she could. He lowered his face back down to hers and dragged his tongue and teeth along the edge of her jawline, taking small bites of her skin until he turned her face back to his and exhaled inside her mouth.

  Her lips parted to taste him in the hope of having more as her eyes rolled shut.

  "Baby, you feel so goddamn good around me -- fuck," he murmured between her lips, his breaths heavy and hot with each warm stroke. "So. Motherfuckin'. Good." She cried out for him as he slid his tongue along hers again and circled his hips to accelerate his rhythm, knowing good and goddamn well that despite all his might, all his need as she tightened around him, he could never get deep enough. "Jesus Christ."

  When he finally reached her G-Spot, her reaction to him a deep moan muffled by a whimper as her hips jerked, as she rolled forward to push him deeper, he took her face in his hands to kiss her again; their lips moving in and out of sync, wildly untamed; their tongues rolling against each other with feverish anticipation for more, she moved her hands down his back once they regained feeling, and shifted them to his ass, stopping to squeeze each smooth cheek until the muscles beneath his skin flinched against her palms, inflaming them.

  "Take all of me," she begged through a soft groan. "Take all of me, Nikko, please."

  He relieved her mouth of his kiss to brush his lips against hers again. "You want it harder, Cheyenne?"

  "Yes--"

  "Fuckin' hard, baby? That's what you want? Fuckin' tell me."

  "Yes, Nikko, yes. As hard as you can make it for me."

  "Shit."

  He snaked an arm around her and rolled along the bed until she was fully on top of him. After dropping her legs along either side of his waist, she shoved her hands into the firmness of his chest and pushed herself to sit in a position on his cock that made him twitch so goddamn hard inside her, he had to reach around for her ass to remain steady and in control. Gripping tight enough to leave marks on her skin, she flinched while biting down on her lip to hold back a smile of how much she enjoyed the feeling of that pleasurable pain coursing through her like an enraged fire never meant to settle, and rested her hands along his stomach, her fingers sliding between the lines of his abs.

  God, he was delicious, unbelievably so. And so fucking soft despite being so goddamn hard for her.

  The feeling of him inside her filled her up like nothing else before, nothing she was sure would ever fill her up in the same way again.

  While staring up into her face, into everything she was beyond that moment, Nikko unhooked one hand from around her to move along her thigh. While dragging his fingers across the smoothness of her skin, tickling her with each lightened stroke of his index, she began rolling her hips, rocking against him in a manner so slowly that he was forced to match the rhythm of her pace at will.

  "Goddamn, baby... Jesus fuckin' Christ, Cheyenne." Never in his life had he been ridden like this; by a woman liable to reach straight through to his soul with every grind. "Fuck, baby. What you do with your pussy... Goddamn -- feels like a motherfuckin' vise is around me... so fuckin' tight and warm."

  "Is that a good thing?" she asked him, breathless as she continued rolling against him.

  "Yeah, baby, yeah... that's real fuckin' good. Real goddamn fuckin' good... Jesus."

  "Mmm." She lowered her mouth to kiss him in the same manner while continuing to rotate her hips as slowly as possible.

  She needed all of him, she wanted all of him until there was damn near nothing left.

  "Fuck," he murmured, lifting his hand into her hair as his tongue moved in sync with her lips. "Jesus." She wanted him to feel her, every part of himself that was left. "God fuckin' damn, baby. You're gonna make me fuckin' come before I'm ready."

  "Not yet."

  He lifted his other hand from her ass to the small of her back, pushing her down as he pumped into her, forcing her to gasp inside his mouth as the angle of his cock curved into a place inside herself she was certain could never be touched. In pulling back from him, she threw her head back, her hair falling across her shoulders, down the center of her back. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck." Nikko reached for her breasts as they bounced against her chest, then sat up to slink an arm around her waist, jerking her to him to roll his tongue along and between her breasts.

  Her nipples tightened with arousal as she threw her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his back. On the verge of reaching full orgasm, her mind completely collapsed into full bliss; he sucked her into his mouth and softly rolled his tongue along each of her nipples before sliding it up the center to her throat. Her head dropped forward as sweat poured from her skin onto his own; she moved her fingers back into his wet hair and quickened her pace against him. With each lift and pull, each thrust and slow grind to force him deeper, she could feel herself falling into a trance set in motion by the start of their something new.

  "Baby." He dipped his head back to look her in the face, a smile crossing his lips when he noticed the look of pure satisfaction, of pure joy and elation building in her eyes as she blinked away more tears. He lifted his hand to brush them from her lips, then brought her mouth to his to come together as one. "Jesus Christ."

  "I'm coming, Nikko... God, I'm... I'm coming."

  She worked her hips until her breathing blossomed into full blown panting, until every muscle in her body tightened around him, until her slick, wet skin pricked with goosebumps, and rested her forehead against his as he wrapped his hands around her waist. His grip on her tightened, then loosened as he could feel her body quaking with each spin, feel his own jerking as his balls swelled just before full release.

  They came together in a wave of rapturous pleasure that sent them both spinning off into a world wrecked beyond the purpose of an unknown.

  He looked into her eyes with heavy breaths as she attempted to settle around his cock, as he attempted to bring himself back down to earth with each shudder rolling through his body like small cracks of lightning, and smiled in a way that made he
r heart skip a few quick beats before finally lowering himself back down to the bed; he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and swept his tongue across his sweat covered lips. She dropped on top of him in complete exhaustion, draping her hands across his sweaty stomach to catch her own breath, then pushed herself off his cock and moved alongside him on the bed.

  She was dizzy as she rolled to her back and eyed the ceiling in the same manner as him, in the same manner as before; spots of various colors flashed before her eyes, some of the brightest she had ever seen, forcing her to throw a hand over her face with a soft laugh following; she closed her eyes in the hope that they would eventually disappear.

  As Nikko worked to settle himself and rolled aside to stare at the side of her face, every inch of her skin covered in their sweat, he reached out for a strand of hair near the corner of her lip and combed it straight back into her head with the tips of his fingers. She dropped her hand from her face and looked over at him with a smile wide enough to permanently freeze the reaction in place. It was in that moment she realized she could love him if she allowed herself to do it; if she allowed herself to fully understand that the measure of who he was as a man was so much more than what he could give her, or himself. It was much more than what he had shown and allowed anyone else to see beyond that night and long before it, including her.

  "That was such an... unbelievably..." She stopped and moved a hand across her chest. "My heart is beating so damn fast." She laughed again while pushing out an exhale and shook her head against the bed. "I want to say that was such an amazing... that it was such a... a word I can't even begin to describe to you right now. Though I don't think any one I chose would be good enough to tell you how I truly felt."

  "Try using different words then, baby. Something we can both understand." He paused and narrowed his eyes while continuing to stare. "What the fuck are you feeling right now, Cheyenne?"

  "I'm feeling warm," she told him. "And good. And tired. And exhilarated, but not empty... What do you feel?"

  "All that, baby, and maybe more of it."

  "What's more of it?" She chuckled while turning aside and brushed a hand across his face, sweeping the back of her index finger between his lips while reveling in the heat from his sweat. She realized that she was falling for a man who scared the absolute hell out of her; scared her because he allowed himself to see her for more than who she was; that she allowed herself to finally be seen by someone outside of herself. "Could you be more specific?"

  "Yeah," he told her, "I could be." As she dropped her hand, he reached for her face again and circled her mouth with the tip of his thumb. Her eyes closed as she rolled her lips into her mouth and licked his taste. "I've never felt like this after being with somebody before, Cheyenne."

  "What is it? What do you feel?"

  "As if everything we just did could be done all over again a few more times tonight, baby."

  "You mean this morning." She grinned. "Because the sun is almost up by now. And I thought all men felt that way after sex."

  "We didn't just have sex, baby. That was a whole goddamn experience -- that's what the fuck that was. Straight from a world I didn't even know could carry that kinda life."

  "What kind of life is that?"

  "One that shouldn't be in existence beyond this room... One too goddamn much for almost anybody to live without; one almost too goddamn much for me." He fell quiet and shook his head.

  What the fuck was he saying? He had no goddamn idea.

  "What are you trying to say to me Nikko?" she asked him, her face a question as her lips parted into a small smile.

  "Baby, I'm tryna say that you didn't just come around me tonight -- Your body fuckin' shattered into a million tiny pieces on top of mine. I did the goddamn same while being underneath you. I know you felt that shit from me, I fuckin' know it. Just the same as I felt that shit from you."

  "I did," she told him, "I felt it."

  "And you didn't want to."

  "No, I didn't. Not before I did."

  "What about now?"

  She shifted her eyes from his and lightly shook her head. "I need to feel it from you all the time now," she said.

  "For the rest of your goddamn life?"

  "I don't know about all of that," she replied. "I don't know."

  "Cheyenne--"

  "My mind is spinning like crazy, Nikko. I can't even think straight -- I barely know what the hell I'm even saying to you right now -- what the hell I'm even feeling."

  "Yeah, baby, I know that too. But what you're saying is that you want more of this from me. You want more of what we can give to each other. And what you're feeling... what you're feeling is the same shit as me."

  "And what's that?"

  "Whole again after going through every goddamn day on this earth feeling like nothing more than only half of something else. Something you never thought could be real until right now."

  "Maybe."

  He moved into her space and dragged his tongue along the corner of her breast. Her eyes closed as he reached her nipple and sucked it between his lips; she whimpered and reached her hand around the back of his head, stroking his hair between her fingers as his tongue circled the most sensitive parts of her skin. "I could love you just from this shit alone," he told her. "You know that?"

  "Mm hm." She turned to look him in the face with a smile and slowly bobbed her head. "Me too."

  "Did I give you everything that motherfucker couldn't, baby?"

  "You gave me everything and more of it, Nikko," she told him, "so much more that I can barely begin to describe it..."

  "That a good thing?"

  "Yes... because I can feel what you've given to me more than anything else... I'll feel it forever." She brushed her thumb along one of his eyebrows and frowned. "The scars," she asked him. "Where did they come from?"

  "Fighting motherfuckers over the years, baby, you know..."

  "What kind?"

  "All of 'em," he said. "Fuckin' all of 'em." He shifted his weight on top of her and angled himself back between her legs. As he slid his arms around her, as the warmth of his body tightened her insides, she hiked her thighs around his waist and snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him close enough to taste the ongoing blaze of heat from his tongue. "You know I came inside you?"

  "Yes...." She bobbed her head again while muttering. "I know."

  "Are you on the pill? A shot or some shit?"

  She rattled her head and sucked in a deep breath, then swallowed hard and lowered her voice even more than she had before. "No."

  "Shit, baby, goddamn--"

  "But I can't get pregnant."

  He frowned. "It's something medical?"

  "Somewhat, but--"

  "What does that shit mean, Cheyenne?"

  "I had my tubes tied before college... I don't want to get into the reason behind it right now."

  "Okay, yeah," he told her. "Alright."

  "You don't think something is wrong with me because of it? That I'm damaged goods?"

  "Fuckin' no, baby -- not ever. And if you never wanted to have kids on your own... it's your decision to make on it."

  "It'd be ours if I changed my mind and we stayed together."

  "It'd be yours. Mine is standing by you with whatever the fuck you want." He brushed his mouth along hers again, from corner to corner.

  Despite everything, he was almost too damn good to be true.

  Almost.

  "Nikko?"

  "Yeah, baby?" Her heart fluttered as she crawled her fingers along his neck and twisted her head to gently suckle his bottom lip. How could this man be so much of everything to her all at once? How could he be so much more than he was already? "What is it, Cheyenne?"

  "I'm clean," she told him.

  "I knew as much, baby -- I am too." He brushed his hands into the mass of curls in her hair as his dick slid along her opening.

  She groaned while rocking herself against him. "We really fell into it tonight."

  He laughed
aloud, then lowered his face to the side of her throat and parted his lips. "Yeah, we sure the fuck did..."

  "You knew that I was lying when we first met, and I knew this would happen despite everything I said. I just didn't think it would happen this soon." He grunted while tightening his arms around her. She tightened hers around him just the same. "Where do we go from here, Nikko? After tonight?"

  "We get married. I buy you a ring for the wedding we've still gotta plan before my old man heads off for good; you get a dress while I get a tux... and we see where the fuck this shit leaves us after it's all settled."

  "After all the money is split up between us?" He nodded. Her hands moved along the center of his back as he began kissing and licking the side of her throat. "I want to do this with you again," she murmured.

  His lips curved into a smile against her skin. "Again?" He leaned back to stare into her face.

  "Mm-hm." She slid her fingers along the bare parts of his cheek, then dragged them down the side of his throat to feel the racing of his pulse. He bent down to kiss her, softly and slowly as her heart quaked against his chest.

  "All that we're doing here, Cheyenne," he muttered between kisses, "everything you said before now no longer matters, baby. You get that shit, right?"

  "Yes," she told him. "I do."

  "Save that for the goddamn wedding."

  "What?"

  "The 'I do'."

  As he rolled her back on top of him and pushed himself back inside her, he kept the grip around her waist to keep her close.

  There was no turning back for either of them now; certainly not for her and sure as fuck not for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Locked Vision

  The sun blasting across my face through his mother's curtains was equivalent to the sound of an alarm clock blaring in my ears from across the room.