“Wow.”
“Don’t sound too surprised. I actually know how to keep it in my pants,” I joke, using her earlier insult of my sexual history.
“Har-har. But I’ve seen photos, Nicolas. I’m not an idiot. I know you’ve slept with your fair share of women since then.”
“Jealous?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes at me as if I’m an idiot. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands.”
I grunt. “It’s not the same.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t kiss the women I fuck, Savannah.”
She cocks her head to the side, curiosity clouding her eyes. “Why not?”
“Because that shit leads to feelings. And I don’t do feelings.”
She gnaws her lip in thought. “But you kissed me?”
“You’re not just some random woman I want to fuck. For some crazy fucked-up reason, I have feelings for you. I dream about this mouth. Kissing it. Fucking it. Watching it yell at me and boss me around.”
“I do not boss you around.”
“You did last night.” Savannah chuckles as I cover her mouth with mine in a tender kiss I didn’t know I could give. “From the moment you called me baseball boy, I have been obsessed with this mouth.”
“That turned you on?”
“What do you think?” I press my hard cock against her core, and she giggles.
Unable to keep my mouth off hers, I kiss her again, deeper, until her laughter turns into moans of pleasure, and her arms and legs surround my body. I break away from her mouth to rain kisses down the side of her neck, nipping and licking, as I breathe in her fruity floral scent and taste her sweet skin.
“You drive me fucking wild.”
“Prove it.” Savannah digs her heels into my ass and thrusts her hips up, to grind her pelvis along my stiff shaft and piercing, as she kisses me back and plunders my mouth with her tongue. The soft fabric of her pants, combined with the heat of her pussy seeping through, feels so fucking good it’s almost too much to bear.
“Does my girl need to come?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then use me and make yourself come. Let me feel you break apart by rubbing your pretty little pussy over my cock.”
Savannah undulates beneath me, working herself over. Grinding harder and faster, using me like the good fucking girl she is. It doesn’t take long for her to find the rhythm she needs. I do my part and rotate my hips, inching her closer to the edge.
“Oh, hell yes. I’m going to come,” she cries out as she arches into me, digging her nails into my upper back.
The pain of her grip has my orgasm tingling in my balls. There is no fucking way I’m going to let that happen.
Not today.
“Do it. Come for me,gattina,” I grunt, shutting down my urge to blow, and focus on Savannah. I don’t want to miss a second of watching her come undone for the first time.
Resting my weight on my elbows, I raise high enough to watch her lips part with a moan, and her eyelids squeeze shut as she loses herself in pleasure. Her body stiffens, and her legs contract around my hips as her orgasm rips through her, and she cries out my name.
Best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. Watching Savannah let go is like watching a goddess ascend to her throne. Pure awe and elation.
Just as she returns to earth from the heavens, my alarm goes off.
