Savannah moves to close her legs, a blush stealing across her cheeks, “Ah, ah,” I tut, “I need to spell it for you, Savannah.”
“Killian,” she bites her bottom lip so I move, pushing myself between her legs so she can’t close them and hide from me.
Opening my palm, I take the item between my fingers and pop off the cap, twisting until the bright red lipstick has been pushed up from the bottom.
I don’t give her a chance to question what I am doing as I put the tip to her inner thigh, moving the waxy pigment over her skin as I spell it for her.
M. The red of the lipstick is a stark contrast to the color of her skin, smearing against her.
I. Her body quivers, the line of the letter no longer straight.
N. Goosebumps prickle her skin as her breath kicks up.
E. The last letter comes dangerously close to the glistening spot between her legs.
Mine.
“You see?” I toss the lipstick onto the floor, listening to it as it rolls and thumps against a box, “You see what it spells Savannah?”
She looks down, eyes scanning the letters I have written on her inner thigh.
“You may not have known it,” My voice is a low rumble, body moving until I am hovering above her, lining myself up but keeping my weight off her frame, “But you havealwaysbeen mine. I watched you. I waited. I held myself back but no more Savannah. I am fucking weak. I cannot stay away.”
Her wide eyes search my face, a long pause turning the air between us heavy but then she lunges and her mouth clashes with mine so violently, I taste blood. It doesn’t stop me, I force my tongue between her lips, stealing her breath to fill my lungs. Her thighs tighten around my hips, cradling my body against hers and I grind forward, my cock pushing against her soft core.
More. More. More.
As if sensing my desperation, Savannah reaches for the towel secured around my hips, snatching it awayso there is no more barrier between us. The head of my cock grinds through her pussy, her slick wet lips parting and coating me with her.
But I’ve already taken her hot and heavy, this time I want slow. I want to learn. I want to read her body like it’s a map that’ll lead me to the greatest fucking treasure.
She chases me as I pull away and with a smirk, I push her legs further apart and lower myself between her thighs.
Chapter Seventeen
My tongue works her from entrance to clit and immediately her thighs clamp around my head as her fingers curl into my hair, pulling it until pain bites at my scalp.
“Keep it up, Tiny Dancer and I’ll keep you at the edge all fucking night,” I warn her, pressing a tender kiss to her swollen clit.
“Killian, please,” She begs.
“Such beautiful manners,” I praise and reward her with another long swipe of my tongue before I work a finger into her. She tastes like the finest meal, like the sweetest ruin. I pump a single finger into her while I continue to work her up with precise flicks of mytongue.
She writhes beneath me, fingers flexing against my scalp as her hips rotate and grind against my face. She is fucking drenched for me, soaking my lips, my beard and my hand but it’s still not enough.
I keep going, taking her up the peak, bringing her to the precipice and when it feels like she’s about to tip off the edge, her pussy twitching on my fingers and mouth, I pull away, leaving her tittering at that edge.
She cries out, “What are you doing!?”
My hand fists my cock as I rise to my knees, the crown beading with precum that I smear with my thumb as I jerk myself. The hunger in her eyes as she watches is enough to unravel me, but I won’t be coming yet either. I want to savor this, pick her apart at the seams until no inch of her is left untouched.
“Use your fingers and spread your pussy open for me,” I demand, my hand gripping my cock so tightly it hurts. “Let me see you.”
“I need more,” She begs as she obeys, using her fingers to spread herself apart for me.
“I know baby,” I assure her, guiding the head of my cock through her lips and her arousal coats me, “Trust me.”
“I do, I just…” Her words cut off on a long, deep moan as I notch the head of myself into her tight pussy. I fuck her with just the tip, watching her as she stretches open to fit me, pussy twitching, so fucking ready. She’s leaving a beautiful little wet patch beneath her, practically fucking weeping. With one hand still wrapped around my shaft, I use the other to reach for her breast, squeezing it tightly in my fist, her flesh yielding to my hands, fingers leaving indents in her skin.
