There isn’t a single bed in this room but one large, custom-made Tantra chair. Enrobed in buttery soft matte leather, the curve of the chair lends itself to a variety of different positions. I want our first time together to be memorable.
Wind howls outside the window, but it’s warm and comfortable in here.
I walk us to the chair and sit, my legs straddling each side. The curve of the chair cups my back as I draw her down across my body.
“This is amazing,” she breathes. “No one can see us, you’re sure?”
I give her ass a little smack. “You heard me the first time. Are you questioning me?”
“No,” she breathes. “No, sir.”
I stare into her eyes. “I want to explore you. I want to show you what your body’s capable of. But right now I want to make love to you, Savannah.”
She nods. “I want that, too. So much.”
Leaning in, she whispers soft words in my ear as I explore her body.
“You’re so damn sexy, Thayer,” she murmurs as I run my hands over her back, her ass, the soft, sweet spot where her ass meets her legs.
“Come here,” I whisper as I hold her against me.
I reach into the small pocket on the side of the chair and remove a remote. With a click of a button, ivory candles in varying heights, arranged on a circular glass table in the corner of theroom, begin to flicker. Another and the soft sound of a violin begins. The air, thick with anticipation, smells of fresh flowers. I’ve done everything I know to make this experience delight the senses.
The air sparks with electricity as we explore each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, kissing and licking, biting and suckling. I taste her nipples and she licks mine, I finger her pussy and she glides along my cock, she strokes my biceps and I nestle my hands in the small of her back.
“I want you in me,” she whispers, her gaze fixed on mine.
“I don’t want to rush things,” I say, as I trail my hand down the length of her back. “I want to remember everything.”
A corner of her lips twitches. “You don’t have a video camera recording this somewhere?”
“Well,” I tease her with a wink. I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. “No, baby. Not this time. But I can arrange that.”
“Would you?” she asks in a husky whisper. “I wouldlovethat.”
Her response sends a thrill through me. She’s kinky as fuck and I’m here for it.
“Of course. You name it, Savannah. I want to hear your fantasies. I want to make them real.”
I love the sound of her laugh as she looks at me and shakes her head. “I didn’t even know I had as many fantasies as I do until you. You seem to sort of—spark the imagination, one might say.”
“Funny,” I say, as I play with her hair, my body heating with the press of her skin against mine, the sensation of the chair’s lowvibration intensifying every stroke of her fingers and touch of her lips. Accentuating the way she fits against me, molded to my body. “I was just thinking the same damn thing.”
The curve of the chair folds her into me perfectly. Her legs over mine, her pussy lined up with my cock. I lift her hips as I glide through her hot, wet folds, and position her over me with a thrust. Her perfect cry of bliss makes me pulse inside her as her sex grips me.Fuck.
I groan in pleasure, moving her hips so she rides me. In this position, her nipples are so close, I can’t help but lean over and lick them as I lift her up and down on my cock again. I’ll remember her moan of ecstasy as long as I live.
Energy passes between us in currents, as our bodies become one. The slow, sensual pleasure between us builds with every second that passes. I whisper in her ear, and she whispers in mine. I tell her she’s beautiful. She’s an angel. I tell her how good she feels, how much I want her.
“You’re mine,” I whisper when her breathing hitches on the verge of a climax. “Mine,” I repeat, when the first spasm of pleasure makes her shudder, and she throws her head back in ecstasy. “Mine,” I say, as my powerful climax crests with hers.
I realize with sudden clarity the one thing I’ve tried to avoid has happened.
I love Savannah.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Savannah
