‘Yes, baby.’ I nudge her backwards until her back is flush with the cool counter, but judging by the heat blazing between her legs, she doesn’t feel the cold.
‘I need to feel you inside me.’ Her admission is a simple one, but it sets my soul alight. I’ve imagined those words falling from her lips a million times. Imagined her opening herself to me. Imagined how it would feel to touch her, to take her, to make her mine.
‘You will, baby. But not yet.’ I slide the straps of denim down her shoulders and tug the material low enough to expose a lustrous lace bra the same shade as the panties I tore off in my car. I watch as twin peaks harden on the centre of each of her breasts, the same way I’ve witnessed in the pool, only this time, I get to touch them.
Savannah’s hands slide from her sides to the bra. I watch as she unhooks a tiny clip between her breasts and the material falls away.
‘Fuck, Savannah, you’re so perfect.’ My greedy hands reach upwards, cupping her perfect tits in each hand. I arch my torso lower to lick one of those rosy buds and it’s her turn to gasp. Her lungs empty and fill as my tongue swirls and dances over those perfect peaks.
Her body wriggles impatiently beneath mine and I chuckle, dragging the dress lower and lower until both of us are wiggling it over her hips. It slithers to the floor.
There on the kitchen island, with her glossy golden hair fanned out, naked and spread out for me, Savannah has never looked so beautiful.
Hooded eyes communicate her lust and longing. My tongue trails across the silky soft skin of her stomach, inching lower and lower until I’m between her legs. I bury my face in her centre and her hips jolt upwards, her fingers dragging across my scalp as she writhes and moans while I explore every inch of her with my greedy tongue.
Feeling her buck and squirm and arch in pleasure is a more satisfying prize than any Olympic medal. Hearing her panting my name over and over again is the most cathartic experience of my life.
I want her.
Not just her body.
I want all of her.
My palms push her thighs wider and her heels dig into the base of my spine while she unfurls for me like a fucking flower. I slip a finger into her centre and stroke that sensitive spot on her inside wall again, sucking her clit until she screams my name like a plea or a prayer, her body shuddering around me. I don’t stop until her limbs go limp and the shudders turn to subtle shivers.
Wordlessly, I scoop her into my arms. Her legs bracket my torso as she rests a cheek on my chest, her ragged breaths the only sound for miles around.
I carry her upstairs like a precious doll, kicking the door to the master bedroom open. It’s huge, opulent and boasts a stunning double balcony. Placing Savannah gently on the bed, I brush my lips lightly against hers.
‘Ronan, please,’ she whispers.
I don’t need to ask what she wants. It’s the same thing I want. The same thing I’ve wanted for as long as I’ve known her.
I nod and pull a square foiled packet from my trouser pocket before unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it to the floor. Her pupils rove hungrily over the ripples of my torso before lingering on my crotch.
In one swift motion, she rocks upwards from the bed and yanks at my trousers, popping the button with a satisfied smirk.
‘Patience, princess,’ I tease her, kicking off the remainder of my clothes until I’m naked.
‘It’s been seven years, and you want me to be patient?’ Her throaty laugh floats between us as I nudge on top of her, knees sinking into the mattress between her legs.
I capture her mouth with my lips, unable to quite believe this beauty is all mine to do with as I please.
For tonight, at least.
I push that thought away for now.
Her fingers skim my back, caressing the curve of my ass, piercing the skin as she tugs me up towards her. I wanted to take my time with her. To ravage her slowly, but that’s not an option. Not for the first time, at least.
I lower my lips to her neck, nipping the skin over her jugular as my hand scrambles for the condom I tossed onto the bed.
‘You’re massive.’ Savannah’s hips roll as she grinds against me.
‘Don’t act surprised. You’ve been staring at my crotch for the best part of two years, you dirty girl. You knew what you were signing up for.’ I tear the square and roll the latex on, peppering kisses across her collar bone before dipping to take her needy nipple into my mouth again.
‘Was not,’ Savannah lies, parting her legs and exhaling a breathy moan as I nudge my tip at her entrance.
‘Was too. Say it, Sav.’ I inch myself into her tight walls, slowly, taking care not to hurt her.
