Her hand went from pushing against my chest to wrapping around my neck. I adjusted and lowered my hand to lift one of her thighs around my hip. I pressed my hips against hers and this time the sound of her moan was unmistakable.
Even though I still wore my flight suit which restricted my erection, the bulge was enough to press against her. She wasn’t bare down there. The panties she wore were another barrier between our bodies, but our clothes didn’t stand a chance.
I pushed away from Savannah, breaking the kiss. My free hand lowered to wrap around her neck. I peered into her eyes, searching for something. She did the same to mine.
“Is this what pretending to be married looks like?” she asked, breathless.
“Yes.” I kissed her again, this time bringing both of her thighs to wrap around my waist as I carried her to the bed.
Savannah’s hands weren’t idle as she searched for the zipper on my flight suit. I helped her along, lowering the zipper and allowing the top half of the jumper to slide down my arms.
Her hands moved down my arms, completely freeing them of the sleeves. I lowered both of our bodies to the bed, continuing to join our lips. The nightgown of hers was easy to dispose of, leaving her in nothing but a pair of cotton panties.
I pressed away to take a full glimpse of her body. A body that I had known so well. Her full breasts tempted me with each rise and fall of her breathing. I cupped them, enjoying the way they fit perfectly into my larger than average-sized hands.
“Oh,” she sighed when I squeezed them, pinching her dark brown nipples. A noticeable shiver ran through her body.
“You’re still sensitive here,” I said aloud, although I’d meant to keep that observation to myself.
She nodded, her eyelids half closed. She didn’t say anything, which was a good thing. There were too many unnamed and uncontrollable emotions that flowed through me. Hearing her voice would’ve only set something off that I wasn’t ready to explore.
“Turn over,” I ordered.
She frowned. “What?”
“This is too close,” I said. “Turn over.” I didn’t give her time. Instead, I adjusted my body and moved her around onto all fours. Her ample ass was perched high in the air.
I stared at it as I stripped the rest of the way out of my flight suit and reached into my night stand for a condom.
Within seconds, I was sliding inside of her. Savannah’s back arched, allowing me to penetrate deeper.
She cursed and beat her fist against the bed. I tightened the hold I had on her hips, stilling myself. My vision became blurry and I needed a moment to get my shit together.
“Ace,” she panted.
I shook my head. “Don’t say my name. Not while I’m fucking you.”
This wasn’t about reconnecting or any second chance bullshit.
“This is about forgetting you,” I said through gritted teeth as I rammed into her again. Her ass jiggled and bounced each time I pounded into her.
I reached around and felt in between her thighs, searching for her button. I knew the moment I found it because Savannah’s entire body convulsed.
I leaned over her and grabbed a handful of her hair. I pulled her head back, causing her back to arch even more. I plowed into her body repeatedly.
Savannah bit her bottom lip, moaning but cutting herself off. I recognized her trying to keep silent as to not awaken her sleeping son. I would’ve cursed myself for having forgotten all about the boy if I weren’t so far gone.
“Come now,” I said low in her ear. This wasn’t about connection but I still needed to see her come on my cock.
“Now, Savannah,” I ordered as I massaged my thumb against her clit while stroking her walls with my dick.
A second later a tremble moved through her body and she pressed against me. Every muscle in her back tightened and I felt her pussy clamp down around me. Heat spread throughout my body as she came, sparking my orgasm.
I bit down on my tongue almost harsh enough to draw blood as I pounded her out while coming. The orgasm was quick and ferocious, passing through me like a lightning bolt.
When it was over, I pulled out of Savannah.
She flipped over, turning to look up at me. The both of us stared at one another, panting. Her eyes were saucers, searching mine for answers to questions I didn’t want any part of.
