I’ve had a lot of women, but none of them stirred anything in me like Savannah stirs.
If I won fifty gold medals, it wouldn’t hold a candle to the sensation of her tongue flicking across my cock.
A moan sounds from her mouth as she takes me deeper.
I’ve died and gone to dick heaven.
Her blonde hair spills across my lap as she digs her scarlet painted fingernails into my thighs. ‘Your mouth feels so fucking good, Savannah.’
She murmurs something incomprehensible. She works me well. Takes her time. Lavishes so much attention on my cock and it is utter utopia.
I writhe beneath her, trying to buck back, but she pins me in position.
‘I’m close,’ I warn, giving her the chance to stop before I spill everything I’ve got into her mouth.
She ups the pace, swirling her tongue around my tip before taking me deep again.
My legs go rigid as heat builds in my core. Electricity crackles across my skin. My body is on fire. The cords in my neck are wound so tightly they’re liable to snap. My teeth clamp down as I battle my orgasm and the subsequent end to the most decadent experience of my life.
I thread my fingers through her silky hair, staring in awe as it bobs over my lap, driving me over the edge. She milks me with her mercurial mouth, sending a million stars shooting through every inch of my skin.
When she’s swallowed every last drop, she raises her head and licks her lips slowly and deliberately, those stunning eyes wide and full of want.
‘Who knew you could get drunk on dick?’ she laughs, sounding as dazed as I feel. Her lips plant a final kiss on my still thick cock.
‘Savannah, that was transcendent.’ I reach for her across the car, cupping her chin and dragging her face towards mine.
‘It was, wasn’t it?’ Our eyes lock for a beat and something passes between us.
I said I wanted to fuck her, but after that, I think I might actually want to marry her. One night, my ass. When I get her spread out on a bed and to properly worship every inch of her beautiful body, one lifetime won’t be enough for her.
I trace my thumb over her perfect cupid’s bow, wiping off the remnants of her lipstick.
Savannah’s hand falls to my thick thigh. ‘But now we’ve dealt with the leak in both our pants, we really need to go deal with the leak at my villa.’
‘And then?’ I lean forwards, touching her lips with mine.
‘And then, we’ll see.’ Which by her own admission means she hasn’t got a clue how we navigate this thing between us.
Which makes two of us.
‘I hope you don’t mind, but I called in reinforcements.’ I lean across her and pull the seatbelt tightly across her body, clipping it into position. God forbid anything should happen to her now she’s finally mine.
Because she is mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
‘Reinforcements?’ Her tone sharpens suspiciously. ‘Who?’
‘My best friend and his wife. I told you, they live nearby.’ I start the car and put it into reverse. The quicker we sort out her villa, the quicker we can get back to sorting each other out.
‘Jake Nolan?’ Savannah screeches. ‘Can we count on his discretion about the fact we’re here together?’
‘Absolutely. I told him we’re friends. We are friends, Savannah, aren’t we?’ My hand falls to rest on top of hers as we speed through the dark night.
‘As much as it pains me to admit it, you’re probably one of the best friends I have at the minute.’ Sincerity rings in her tone. ‘It’s actually lovely having a boy friend.’ Her hand flies to her mouth. ‘A friend that’s a boy. You know what I mean.’
‘I know what you mean,’ I repeat. I also know that I’m going to do everything in my power to lose the space between those two words as soon as physically possible. ‘But just to clarify, I’m the only boy friend you give head to, right?’
She slaps my bicep playfully. ‘Yes. And only for tonight.’
