I bring my kisses to the column of her neck, then down to the swell of her breasts, loving the way she arches her back to give me better access, and the sounds that come out of her mouth when I take her nipple in mine. Suckling and nipping, teasing like I have all the time in the world, when my dick is straining against my zipper, and I need to be inside of her more than I’ve ever needed anything.
I bring her down onto the bed, then kiss down her stomach. She squirms, but doesn’t try to stop me or cover herself anymore, which leaves me smiling like a lovesick fool, but I don’t care.
I leave a trail of kisses along the waistband of her leggings, then hook my fingers in to pull them down, leaving her in matching lacy pink panties.
I kiss her mound through the fabric, and she lifts her hips to bring herself closer to me, her hands massaging my scalp as she stops herself from pulling on my hair.
“Go for it,” I tell her. “Whatever you want to do, I’m yours.”
I pull her panties down, my intention having been to get her ready for me, but…she’s already there.
“Fuck, Peaches, I’ll never get tired of this.”
I lick between her folds and whatever response she was going to give dies on her lips, replaced by cries of my name, and if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. To think, this girl was convinced she was broken, incapable of orgasms, yet I’ve never had a girl come with her clothes on, when I wasn’t even really touching her. It’s like every cell in my body reacts to hers, and however good it felt before with anyone else, it’s amplified a hundred times with Savannah.
“You taste so good, babe,” I praise as she whimpers, which tells me she’s close, so I add a finger and curl it, working her until she explodes on my tongue. I let her ride the wave of her orgasm, then go back to her mouth, pulling her body closer so I can feel her heart beating against mine.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her between kisses.
“I’m yours,” she says, her voice quiet, but there is nothing timid or uncertain about it.
I groan, capturing her mouth with mine while I reach over for a condom and roll it on. I bring my mouth down onto hers, then look into her eyes as I slide home.
I’m not even moving yet, but I have to clench my cheeks to keep from coming. It feels different this time, maybe because I didn’t look away as I pushed inside her, or because I’m in love with her and literally just thought of her pussy as home. But I don’t question it as I start moving inside her, heart clenching with the gasps and moans that escape every time I thrust into her. Watching the flush that goes down her neck as her breathing comes quicker, her rhythm matching mine as I bury myself deeper into her tight heat, and she burrows deeper into my soul.
She cries out my name as the orgasm hits her, her walls tightening around me as she convulses, then goes limp. It only takes two more thrusts before I’m right there with her and she’s milking me for all I’m worth, but it’s okay, she can have all of me. I’m all hers.
“What happened tonight? After the first period?”
Savannah has her head resting on my chest, absentmindedly running patterns on my abs while I do the same on her arm. I’m not ready to go to sleep, or to stop touching her.
“You scored?” she tries.
“Come on, Sav. You looked…like I want to punch whatever asshole made you look like that.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Babe, anything that hurts you is not nothing. If someone is making you feel?—”
“You’re not the type to hit a woman.”
I still, more from the sadness in her tone than the words, like this cuts deep, but also like she might be resigning herself to tell me about it.
“What did she do?”
“It’s not fair to put all the blame on her, but she’s a big part of the reason I have so little confidence,” she admits, looking so vulnerable that I want to drop it, but if she’s willing to tell me, I’m sure as hell going to listen.
“I hope you’re not blaming yourself.”
“More like…my brain?” she tries.
“I love your brain.” I kiss her temple and she smiles, but it disappears just as quickly.
“My brothers were popular in school. All the girls thought they were hot, they were good at sports, teachers loved them…while I had to deal with braces and glasses and…you wouldn’t have wanted me in high school.”
“I highly doubt that,” I argue. If she was her, I would have been hooked. Especially if it was before I swore off relationships.
“Believe me, I was…a teacher’s pet and shy and chubby and…I got over most of it, but let’s say I wasn’t the greatest at making friends, so I mostly stuck with my brothers, or with Kinsey, who grew up across the street from me.”
