I grin, pride rioting through me. “Glad to hear that.” I press my lips to hers, gentle at first and then with more fervor. “You don’t know what you do to me,” I breathe between kisses. “I exhaust myself thinking of all the ways I could kiss you.” I nip at the side of her smile. “Make you all soft and warm in my hands…”
My hands travel up her body, discovering all the curvy new territory of her hips and waist. I tighten my hold, pressing her against my hard muscles.
“Do you want me to keep kissing you, Savannah?”
She nods softly, her tongue darting out to trace my own sensitive lips.
She tastes like chocolate and honey and a hint of cinnamon, and every second she’s on my taste buds, I only want more.
“Say it.”
She nods. “Please, kiss me, Axel.”
Her words are all it takes for the animal in me to take over. Hands at her hips, grinding against her, I run my tongue along the seam and then lunge.
Our tongues dancing and tangling together, I scent her deeply through my nose, the cinnamon and fire of her enough to send me into overdrive. I slip my hands under the band of her leggings and slide them down her thighs. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, please, Axel, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Mm. You make me want to do things like protect you.” I lift her up onto the island, her ass cheeks against the cold granite countertop.
I push my hands up her creamy thighs, digging my fingertips in deep and sliding her pretty ass toward my face. “And spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs.”
I push her legs apart, my thumbs stroking the wet seam of her little cotton underwear.
“So fucking soaked for me, Savannah.” I pat her damp panties. “I love how responsive you are to my touch.”
She moans, back arching off the counter and right for my mouth.
“Eager pussy we have here.” I grin, sliding my nose against the damp fabric. “And smells sweeter than mountain honeysuckle.”
My hands crawl up her creamy skin, lifting her t-shirt as I go and patrolling every inch of her silky property.
“I need to taste you. Do you want me to?”
She hums, arches, fingers meeting mine at the center of her chest.
“Say it,” I order.
“Please taste me. I’m so soaking wet and ready for you.”
I growl against her soft pussy, pleased when she trembles against me and a fresh wave of desire soaks her little panties. “You like to dirty talk, don’t you?”
She moans softly, trying to grind her greedy little hips against my face.
“Say it.”
She huffs with irritation, fingers squeezing my hand in silent begging.
“Say it.” My cock leaks with anticipation, but my need for her to be okay with every step of this is even more powerful.
“I love when you talk dirty to my pussy,” she whispers softly.
“Good.” I dip my nose across her leaking warmth, thinking I’m about to tear those little panties off with my teeth any second. “Now say it so the neighbors can hear you.”
She pauses for a moment as if pondering my words, before I leave her no choice and tear at the elastic of her panties with my teeth, the tear of the fabric against her soft skin enough to send me cumming for the next week.
And then Savannah screams, “Mm, Axel, yes, please, please, keep talking dirty to me. Please don’t stop.”
