She’s restless, her legs twisting and shifting on the bed, clenching together as if she, too, is having a hard time holding back.
I slowly remove my shirt and let it drop to the floor. Her eyes widen when my hands reach for my belt. When it’s undone, she comes up on her hands and knees and crawls over to me, her fingers covering mine.
“May I?” she asks in a husky voice.
“That depends,” I growl.
“On what?”
“On if you’re ready for me to explode the second your hands touch my dick.”
She smiles. That small move destroys my self-control and I bend down, claiming her lips with mine. My tongue thrusts into her mouth and she opens to me with a moan. I could stay here, lost in her kiss for a while, but Savannah clearly has other plans. Her fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on my pants, and she’s soon pushing them down, along with my underwear. I kick them off, never losing contact with her mouth, until she pulls away.
The hungry look she gives my aching cock is a shot of adrenaline to my already intense desire for her. The significance of what she wants to do is not lost on me. If sucking my dick gives her the power that she needs to overcome what happened to her in her past, then I’m all for it.
When she bends down and takes me in her mouth, the world stands still. I’m frozen in this moment, where all I can feel is the wet heat of her tongue licking at my length, and the squeeze of her hand around the base of my cock. The only sound I hear is the pounding of my own heartbeat.
Then she moves her hand to my balls and gives them a gentle squeeze, never stopping the sucking and licking of my length. I come roaring back to reality as my orgasm hurtles toward me at lightspeed.
“Savannah, stop, love — stop, or I’m going to come.”
She doesn’t stop. If anything, she starts to suck me harder and faster, her tongue working magic on my length as her hands continue to fondle me.
“Jesus Christ. Oh fuck. Savannah. Van. Van. Fuck, fuuuuuck.”
My orgasm takes over and I feel myself jetting into her mouth, over and over until I’m spent. Eventually she pulls off me with a loud pop and looks up at me with a lazy smile.
I collapse down onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my side.
“What have you done to me?”
Without answering, Savannah lifts herself up to look down at me.
“Thank you, Alex.”
My fingers lift up and gently push her hair behind her ears.
“You deserve a man who respects you and gives you what you want and need. Don’t ever doubt that, okay?”
She nods, before tugging her lower lip between her teeth. My thumb comes up to smooth it out, before I kiss her deeply.
“Now it’s my turn.”
I make quick work of removing her bra and panties. My vision of stripping her slowly will have to wait; I need to taste hernow.Once she’s spread out naked beneath me, I take a moment to run my hands over her body, noticing which spots make her arch into my touch. That’s where I follow with my mouth, licking, sucking and nibbling my way all over her soft skin. I pay particular attention to her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks and making her writhe underneath me. Her reactions are making my cock ache, despite the fact that I came just moments ago. I can feel my own arousal building again, already.
“Please, Alex, please,” Savannah’s words are pleading, and I know what she’s asking for. She needs the connection just as much as I do. I reach over and grab the condom she thoughtfully placed on her bedside table and roll it onto my already hard cock as quickly and carefully as I can. Then I flip us over so that she’s straddling me. She needs the control tonight.
From the way her eyes grow heavy with desire, I can tell I made the right call. She lifts her hips and I guide her over me but let her control her descent. It’s agonizingly slow as she slides down my shaft, until finally, I’m deep within her. Only then do I let my hands reach up to cup her head and pull her down to me. As we kiss, she starts to undulate, her hips moving up and down in slow, repetitive motions. She sits up, her hands resting on my chest. Her eyes close and I see the moment she gives in to the passion. She begins to move faster, with less control. I meet her thrust for thrust, letting myself give in to what’s between us.
Her eyes fly open and our gazes lock. “Take me, Alex.”
I pull out with a groan, and Savannah moves onto her hands and knees. The sultry gaze she flashes at me over her shoulder hits me square in the chest. She wiggles her ass in the air, and I grab her hips with a rumble from deep in my throat.
My cock sliding between her ass cheeks is by far the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while. And when she pushes back against me and reaches between her legs to grab my dick and line it up with her entrance, I don’t hold back from slamming into her. The way we fit together, the way her body hugs my cock is un-fucking-believable. I’m on top of the world. This is better than winning an Olympic medal, better than the high of beating a personal record or even a world record. Fucking Savannah is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh God, Alex, I’m coming,” Savannah cries out as her thighs clench, and she squeezes me tighter and tighter. I can feel her walls swell around me, and my cock responds.
“Fuck yes, you are, love. I can feel it. Come with me, Van.”
