“Really?” Her voice cracks, and her insecurity peeks through her armor.
“Really. I would never and will never lie to you. Now kiss me again. Give me your sweet mouth and sharp tongue.”
She does what I ask and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s over too quickly for my liking, but knowing she can also take direction keeps my dick hard.
“I don’t have a sharp tongue,” she sasses and swipes said tongue across my lips.
I can’t help chuckling at her denial. “Baby, the first time we met, you told me I wasn’t special, called me annoying, and purposefully addressed me by the wrong name. You basically told me to fuck off.”
“I’ve never actually told you to fuck off.”
“True. You’re too polite to tell me to fuck off.” I press my thumb to her lips, and she nips the tip. “Vicious.”
“And don’t you forget it.” Savannah smiles, and it’s like a straight shot of heaven to my ribs. I love being on the receiving end of that smile. “Now. Back to business.”
“And what business is that?” I ask.
“The business of me getting a better look at your jewelry,” she states firmly.
I throw my head back and laugh. I was hoping she’d forget all about wanting to stare at my dick. Not that I am the least bit shy. The gods have blessed me. I know this to be a fact. I’ve spent a lot of time in the locker room with other dudes.
“What’s so funny?” She crosses her arms, lifting her perky tits up. My mouth waters at the sight of her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Savannah doesn’t miss a thing. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
She grips the bottom of her shirt, and I snap, “Stop.”
“Okay.” She looks down at me with her worried amber eyes. The only thing she should be worried about is me mauling her like a fucking animal.
“You really want to do this?”
The little minx slides back and nudges my cockhead with her ass. She bites her bottom lip seductively and nods.
“Fine. But your shirt stays on.”
Savannah pouts. “Why?”
I close my eyes and exhale. “Because I don’t trust myself.”
“You want me that badly?”
My eyes snap open to find her grinning at me like she just won first place in the science fair. She should. In all the years I’ve suffered from migraines, not once have I woken up feeling refreshed and ready for the day, let alone ready to fuck.
These feelings have everything to do with the goddess in my bed.
“You know I fucking do. My cock has been hard for you since the moment I woke up with you in my arms.”
“You’re awfully cute, you know.” She scrapes her nails across my stomach, making the muscles below clench.
“Cute?” I arch a brow at her. “Puppies are cute.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs. The tinkling sound flows over me like a blanket of Pop Rocks, sparkling and sweet. “Dangerously sexy, then?”
“Better.”
“Such a procrastinator.” Savannah slides down my body, rests her ass on my thighs, and grips the sides of my boxer briefs. Her fingers graze my skin, sending shockwaves of electricity and blood to my cock. “Now be a good boy and lift.”
Fuck.
My cock weeps as I do as I’m told. I squeeze my eyes tight and lift, giving up control to the gorgeous woman straddling me. She tugs my boxers down to my thighs, and my cock springs free with a slap before standing at attention. I don’t dare open my eyes, too afraid of coming like a horny teenager.
