I groaned into her mouth, pressing her down into the mattress, grinding against her until the friction had us both shaking. My hand slid to her back, unclasping her bra with a practiced flick, and I pulled it away, my gaze dropping to take her in.
“Fuck.” The word tore out of me. She was beautiful, flushed and breathless, her chest rising hard against the chill before my palms warmed her skin again.
I bent low, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder, then lower still, tasting her like I’d been starving. She gasped as I licked and sucked her nipples, her thighs shifting beneath me, and Icouldn’t help the groan that rumbled in my chest. I pulled the hair tie from her hair, her blonde hair spilling over my bed.
Her hands were everywhere — on my shoulders, clawing down my back, tugging at my jeans like she couldn’t stand another barrier between us.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, both of us panting, trembling. “I need to fuck you.”
The look she gave me could have set the world on fire. “Then fuck me.”
Her words detonated inside me. I crushed my mouth back to hers, my hands greedy to touch her — her waist, her hips, her thighs — like I needed proof she was really beneath me, saying what I’d been dying to hear.
Her jeans came off in a messy scramble, my hands fumbling, hers helping, both of us impatient. She lay back against the sheets in nothing but lace and heat, her hair a golden halo, eyes wide and blown.
“Jesus...” My voice broke as I took her in. My palm skimmed over the softness of her thigh, dipping into the crease between her thigh and her panty-covered pussy. I stroked over the thin lace, relishing in the way her hips lifted, eager for my touch. A finger slipped under the lace, and I almost broke when I felt how wet she was. Lightly, I moved over her, slipping my finger between her lips, sliding along her pussy from her entrance to hover over her clit. I pressed down gently, relishing in the catch of her breath, the moan that followed, the soft roll of her hips, urging me for more. I strummed my finger across her clit, giving her what she wanted, intoxicated with the rise and fall of her chest, the sounds she made, the look of heady desire in her eyes.
“Don’t stop.” It came out sharp, urgent, like she’d never forgive me if I did. Like she thought I was having second thoughts.
“I’m not stopping,” I promised, another finger joining the first as I worked her clit and she got closer to orgasm. My fingers pushed inside, my thumb circling as I moved my fingers in and out, curling them upward slightly, fighting the urge of satisfaction when I heard her breathy moan, knowing I’d found the right spot. Savannah grabbed me by the neck, pulling me down until my mouth covered hers, and I swallowed her scream as she came around my fingers, her body shaking as her tongue brushed against mine, while she shivered under my touch.
I pulled away, withdrawing my hand, and she looked up at me, need still riding her body.
“More.”
One word that had the power to finish me before my cock was even wet.
I shoved my jeans down, barely remembering to grab my wallet from the floor. My hands shook lightly as I tore the foil packet open with my teeth. I wanted to savor this, take my time, but the urge to fuck her, claim her, own her, was overriding everything. I needed to be inside her, feel that tight pussy grip me as I fucked her hard.
She watched, chest rising fast, lips parted — and when I rolled the condom on, her gaze dragged over me in a way that made me feel like I was burning alive.
I braced myself over her, our mouths colliding again, chaotic and hungry. My hips sank down until the thin scrap of soaked lace was the only thing between us as her body strained against mine.
“Now, Dante — please.” Sav’s body rolled against mine. “I need this...” She sounded as desperate as I felt. “I need you inside me... now.”
That was what I needed, to hear her beg for me. I hooked my fingers into her panties, dragged them down her legs, and pushed inside her in one hard, claiming thrust.
Finally.
She cried out as I filled her, nails biting into my shoulders. I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers, holding still while her body stretched and clenched around me. Her pussy, warm and slick, yielded to my cock as her body adjusted, and I rolled my hips once, inching in even more, fighting the urge to keep going, making sure she was ready.
“Fuck. . . you feel . . .” Words failed. Too good. Too tight. Like I’d never get enough.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me deeper. “Move,” she whispered, fierce and desperate, her pupils blown wide with need. “Fuck me, Dante, move...please.”
I did. Slow at first, then harder when she met me thrust for thrust, her breath breaking against my mouth. The sound of us filled the room — her gasps, my groans, the slap of skin on skin — and every second carved itself into my bones.
She arched beneath me, taking everything I gave her, her hands sliding down my back, clutching at my ass, urging me harder, faster. This wasn’t the time for slow — this was the time to bury ourselves in each other and just fucking hold on for the ride.
I buried my face in her neck, tasting her skin, her hair, her smart mouth that had driven me insane from the first moment. I already knew I’d need this again. Once wouldn’t be enough.
Her pussy fluttered around me, and I knew she was close. I shifted, dragging one hand down to where we were joined, circling her clit with my thumb, not fighting the smirk of satisfaction when her eyes flew wide open at my touch, not stopping, driving my cock into her, filling her completely, while my thumb rubbed her until she shattered, crying out my name.
The sound, the feel of her coming undone around me, her walls clamping around me — I lost it. I drove into her once, twice more before spilling inside the condom with a ragged groan,every muscle straining as her pussy milked my cock for every drop.
I collapsed against her, chest heaving, our bodies tangled in sweat and sheets. For a long moment, the only sound was our breathing, her nails still pressed lightly into my skin.
I kissed her temple, softer now, still catching my breath. “Sav...”
