And he wanted to control her. He wanted to dominate. He wanted to fuck.
“Your nipples are hard.”
“Your cock is hard.”
Patrick laughed. “No shit, Sherlock. I have had sex twice in the last three years, tonight and last night – and I have a helluva lot to make up for.” As if to illustrate his point, he licked her nipple with the broad flat of his tongue. Her body arched and followed his mouth, wanting more. The heat rising between them was scorching in its intensity.
“God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
Patrick swirled his tongue around her nipple and then sucked it deep. Savannah bit her bottom lip and moaned. “Don’t leave me anymore. Promise?”
“Promise. Now touch me, Savannah. I need to feel your touch.”
His wish was her command. She echoed him. “Back – lay back.” With a sweet Savannah smile, she straddled him and showed him what she’d learned. Leaning over she nipped his chest, kissed a trail up his neck, nipped his chin – then got down to business. Spreading her palms on his pecs she began to kiss and lick on his nipples – first one and then the other, drawing the flat brown discs into her mouth and sucking on them. “Damn, Baby. You’ve never done that before.” All the while, he rubbed her back while she loved on his body. Reaching between them, he milked on her tits – pulling at the nipples – making her wet until he could feel the cream from her pussy coating his groin. Helplessly his hips jerked, grinding against her. “My turn.”
He was about to flip her over so he could bury himself deep within her tight pussy, but Savannah had other ideas. “Yea, it’s your turn,” she said with an almost feminine little growl. “I’m gonna make you beg.”
There was something in her voice that was different – something they both had in common – an understanding. He and Savannah had been to hell and back, so they now knew how to appreciate what they thought they had lost forever. “That’s right, my Savannah. Get wild for me.” She had missed him, thank God. And she still wanted him. She slid down his body and he watched in fascination as she licked and laved the shaft – teased him with a few little sucks on the head – drove him crazy as she massaged his cock in her hands. Wrapping her long hair around his hand, he guided her in position so that she straddled one leg, but still had access to his cock. “Take all of me, Savannah. I’ve dreamed of fucking your mouth,” Patrick practically snarled the words.
Pushing her down, he tangled her hair in his hand – controlling. Savannah loved every second of it. She felt so alive, more alive than she had felt in years. Pleasing Patrick was the most erotic thing she could imagine.
She took the throbbing shaft in her hand, pumping it once – and looked up at him with an expression that he’d never forget. In his dreams, she had been eager to please – but now he saw a look of pure lust and hunger. “Are you mine, Savannah?”
“Take me, if you want me,” her answer was sassy and challenging and he understood exactly what she needed.
Grasping his cock in one hand, he stroked it – up and down – never taking his eyes from her. “So, you wanna play?” he pushed her head down and rubbed the seam of her lips with his cock – spreading precum on the soft pink surface like lip gloss. “Open.” She parted her lips. “Wider.”
He teased her mouth – tapping the lower lip with his cock. She lashed out her tongue, taking a lick. Patrick pulled back an inch, instead rubbing the tip on her cheek. Savannah tried to turn her head to capture the prize, but he held her head fast.
“Ummm,” she growled and he laughed. She had actually growled her displeasure.
“You little wildcat!” He gave her what she wanted. Opening her lips, she took him into her velvety mouth, her tongue bathing and twirling – the suction she applied was absolute heaven. “God!” he shouted.
Savannah loved this. She was drunk on lust. He flexed his leg and a pleasurable sensation shot through her clit. Jesus! She could pleasure herself at the same time – so she did – grinding her pussy against his hard muscle, enjoying the rasp of her clit against his hair-roughened skin. Patrick worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She loved how it felt – how it tasted. He was all male. And there was no give – his shaft was hard as steel, yet pulsed with life. Holding it still, she speared her tongue down in the slit, sipping at the bulbous tip, licking beneath the head – all moves designed to enflame the animal within him. Savannah was playing with fire.
“Hell, yes!”
Savannah smiled around his cock. A secret feminine power rose up in her. So, he liked that part, did he? Okay – so she’d do it again. And again. As she licked the sweet secret spot over and over, Patrick’s whole body tightened, his legs stiffened – his hips bucked. “Deeper! Christ!” She tried to obey, but he took over. And she gloried in it! Tightening his fist in her hair, he fucked in and out of her mouth. Savannah accommodated him, giving him free rein. She tried to suck her cheeks in, but he was so big she really couldn’t. It was overwhelming. Helplessly, she rode his leg as he moved between her lips – deeper and harder with every thrust.
“I can’t last,” he groaned with a shout.
Savannah’s pleasure mounted, ramped up as he went wild. She tried to make it as good for him as she could, caressing the tender glans with her tongue – lashing and rasping.
“Look at me!” he demanded.
There was nowhere else she’d rather look. She loved him. The way he felt –
