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On autopilot, I go through the motions of letting us into the room, my stomach twisting and churning with a nervousness I haven’t felt in years. I take my time closing the door, knowing that a lot rests on this moment. When I’m ready, I turn, facing Savannah as she stares out of the window.
Where do I even start?
This should be easy, right? To convey the feelings I’ve had for her for years.
And yet, putting it into words seems like the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Clearing my throat, I step forward. “Thank you for coming out to find me. I’d like it if we could ta—”
My words are cut off when Savannah spins to face me, pulling her t-shirt over her head in one swift movement. I’m frozen to the spot as her hands go to the waistband of her leggings and she pushes them down her legs. When she’s in nothing but her underwear, she walks toward me.
Her fingers make quick work of the buttons on my shirt, pushing the fabric off my shoulders with my jacket. She dusts kisses over the expanse of my chest, her words a plea as she demands, “Make me forget all the time we’ve been apart. Remind me what your hands feel like on my body, Noah. We can talk when I come home. Give me all of you, one last time.”
My hand dives into her hair, pulling on the strands so her head is tipped back. A growl leaves my lips, vibrating deep in my chest at her words. Frustration, anger, desperation and hurt all fight to be heard when I say, “One last time, Savannah? I won’t lay a hand on you if you tell me this is the end. There is no ‘one last time’ with us. Tell me you understand that? This isn’t something I can walk away from. Fuck, I need you like I need air to breathe.”
Savannah whimpers, her fingers flexing on my waist. Her need for me is clear in her eyes, and with her whispered words of ‘I understand’, my mouth crashes onto hers.
Bending, my hands find the back of her legs, lifting her into my arms. Her thighs wrap around my waist and she clings on as I climb onto the bed.
Hovering above her, my hand skates down her stomach and into her panties.Just one touch and I’ll be able to focus. At the first swipe of her clit, a hiss escapes through her clenched teeth before she moans, arching into my touch.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I pull her panties down, greedily taking in her wet, pink pussy. Liquid pools at the entrance and I lick my lips, anticipation building inside of me. My hand finds my belt buckle, undoing it and pulling it through the loops. The entire time, my eyes are on her.
On my woman.
And the body nobody else will ever get to see, touch, or taste.
Mine.
I want to shout it from the rooftops and pound my chest for the world to see.
Heat pools in the pit of my stomach as I rush to undress. I’m naked before she can say my name, my approach to her one of desperate need. My hands skate up her legs, spreading them wide before I dip down and run my tongue through her slit. She tastes like candy; sweet and decadent.
Unashamedly, I devour her. Sucking on her clit as I push one finger inside her wet heat. Her body trembles and I know she’s missed this as much as I have. Replacing my tongue with my thumb, and I rub small circles over her clit as I sit up to look down at her. She’s writhing under my touch, coming alive as she tries like crazy to keep her eyes from closing.
Fuck, if I don’t feel the same.
The need to take in every second while giving myself up to it.
My cock bobs against my stomach. Aching for relief that I’m trying to hold off from seeking. My hand wraps around my length, squeezing it almost painfully. Savannah’s eyes follow the movement, and I can’t help stroking myself for her.
Releasing my cock, I rest my hand on her stomach, applying a light pressure. Her eyes close and she squirms under my touch. My other hand is still working her, a steady pace with a relentless force pushing her toward her release.
My name is a breathless plea on her lips that I ignore. Instead, I add another finger, stretching her out as she leaks all over my fingers.
Angling them just right, I rub over her G-spot. The first swipe has her hands fisting the sheets. She looks perfect as she comes undone. Taking a mental picture, I continue with the pressure on her stomach.
She contracts around me, her eyes closed as her mouth drops open. Her expression almost pained. Little mewls spill from her lips as she claws at my forearm. Her body thrashes around on the bed, like the impending ecstasy is too intense for her to handle.
I feel powerful and elated that I get to see her like this. That my hands and body have her so on the edge of losing control.
Her orgasm is an eruption that I watch with satisfaction. My cock twitches painfully, begging for attention that I deny.
When I’m certain she’s spent, I remove my hand, licking it clean.
Dazed and slightly confused, she searches for me. Her gaze lands on me, awe lightens her eyes, the gold like a ring of fire.
I don’t give her time to recover. My need for her fuels my movements as I fist my cock. My thumb swipes at the pre-cum beading on the head, using it to lubricate myself. Leaning over her, I capture her lips as I slide home.
