God, how badly he wanted to touch her ass. To grip it in his palms and maybe even rain little smacks across it. She had a perfect ass, after all.
He continued massaging her back, and felt her slowly begin to relax into the mattress. But then she did something she shouldn’t have. She moaned and wiggled that little ass as she got more comfortable. Damn. Unable to resist her any longer, Cole brought both hands to her backside and cupped it in his palms needing to touch, to massage every part of her. Savannah let out another breathy moan and he thought his heart stopped. She lifted her bottom just slightly, as if to meet his hands. The skin was so soft, so smooth, and tempting as f**k. He wanted to pull her panties down and touch her bare ass, but he didn’t dare. Instead he continued rubbing her back, and letting his hands spend more and more time squeezing and cupping her ass as his hands wandered lower. Savannah’s breathing had quickened and she turned her head, no longer burying it in the pillow so she could fully watch him. The agony in her expression had disappeared and was replaced by desire and that burning curiosity he’d seen when she’d watched him with Sali.
“Cole,” she whispered.
Somehow he knew it wasn’t a command to stop, but an encouragement to go farther. He knew he shouldn’t, but f**k, he was so turned on. Just a little farther, he wouldn’t let himself do anything he shouldn’t, but he so badly wanted to taste her sweet skin, and feel her writhe against his mouth. He trailed his hands down the backs of her thighs, tickling the sensitive skin behind her knees, and when he brought both hands up over her ass, he let his fingers slip just inside the elastic so he could feel her bare skin, uninterrupted by the fabric. It was as far as he’d go without some signal from her that she wanted more. He continued kneading and massaging her plump flesh, his fingers working closer and closer to her little pu**y. He wanted to know if she was wet, because he was hard as a rock and she hadn’t even touched him yet. She wouldn’t even need to touch him; he could probably come just thinking about her ass.
Savannah’s breathing became more erratic, and she lifted her hips just slightly, as if giving his hands better access to touch her down below, if he wanted to. With both hands now under the fabric of her panties, he bent and kissed the back of one thigh, then the other, planting open-mouthed kisses along her tender flesh. When his tongue lavished the skin at the back of her knee, her hips shot of the bed.
“Ah,” she gasped.
“Shh, I’ll make it better,” he promised. He kissed his way up her legs, and rained tender kisses over her backside, fighting the urge to nuzzle his face in between her cheeks. He didn’t want to scare her, but he did love her ass. With one hand pushing aside the fabric of her panties, his other found her slick heat. Fuck, she was soaking wet. His dick twitched against the confines of his jeans.
Savannah pushed back against his hand. He reveled in the soft feel of her little pu**y, her plump lips, and the slick heat emanating from her. He swirled one finger at her opening, gathering the moisture he found there and swept his finger over the little swollen bud.
“Cole!” Savannah’s voice was insistent and sure. He knew he couldn’t leave her like this, he wanted to make her come more than he wanted his next breath. He slid her panties down her legs, still leaving her lying on her stomach so her ass was on display. His hands massaged the silken flesh, gripping her cheeks and spreading them so he could see the delicate pink puckered flesh there and then further down, to the slick dampness between her legs. It was insanely hot. His dick was harder than it’d ever been. His thumbs brushed against her backside, drawing over the tender flesh at her center and Savannah’s breathing hitched. He placed a kiss on her lower back and then urged her to roll over.She lay facing him against the pillow, her br**sts rising and falling with each ragged breath she drew.
She was perfect. Her skin was taunt across her stomach and hips, her tits perky with pink ni**les that were begging to be licked. He placed a sweet, damp kiss against her cheek, just at the corner of her mouth, and then moved down, nibbling the tender flesh of her neck, planting kisses along her collarbone, over her heart, before kissing each breast. His tongue lavished attention on her swollen ni**les, suckling each one deep into his mouth while his tongue flicked back and forth. Savannah moaned loudly and thrashed against the pillow.
He shifted so he was lying beside her, his face level with her belly. With his eyes on hers, he parted her legs, and lowered his mouth to taste her. Savannah’s head dropped back to the pillow and her eyes rolled closed. He was too turned on to go slow and flicked his tongue ruthlessly against her, sucking her into his mouth until she was moaning, and writhing and calling his name. A few seconds later, he felt when she came, her little pu**y spasming like it was clutching for something to fill it. But that would not be happening. He’d ice down his dick if he had to. Savannah wasn’t ready, and besides he wasn’t meant to be her first.
He kissed her thighs and belly until the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, and then shifted on the bed to sit next to her.
“Colby…” she moaned. “I’m dizzy.” She clutched at the bed sheets, attempting to ground herself.
He smiled as pride swelled inside him. That must have been one powerful orgasm. He smoothed her hair back from her face, enjoying the look of bliss he put there.
She looked up at him with cloudy unfocused eyes. “Make the room stop spinning…” she groaned.
Wait a second… His stomach dropped. What the f**k? “Are you drunk?”