He groaned in relief and pushed his boxers down his hips. She moved next to him, allowing him to remove the last stitch of clothing between them. Her hand moved on its own, needing to touch the fine hair trailing down his lower stomach. His breath caught in his throat when her fingertips meant his skin and she smiled, liking the effect she had on him.
She reached lower, testing the weight of his thick length in her hand. “Cole…show me…” She breathed against his mouth.
Her eyes locked on his. The mocha-colored depths that always held the promise of protection now swirled with something much more. The promise of complete and total sexual satisfaction. Savannah knew he would own her if he so chose. And she wanted nothing more. She wanted to loose herself in Cole, to experience everything she could. To enjoy this moment like it was her last.
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He needed to feel the warmth of her hand against his skin before he came just thinking about it. He pressed a soft kiss to Savannah’s mouth and reached for her hand. She carefully took his considerable length in her palm, as if unsure what to do with it.
“Touch me, baby,” he encouraged, guiding her hand down his manhood. He closed his fist around hers and demonstrated, drawing his hand up the length and squeezing over the head. A curse rumbled through his chest, breaking from his lips in a desperate cry.
Her hand stilled, and for a moment his own palm fluttered over hers, ready to encourage, to show her what he liked, but when he saw her uncertain gaze, he stopped himself and balled his fists at his sides instead. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“It’s not that.” She brought her index finger to him and rubbed the drop of warm fluid at the tip without knowing how amazing that simple touch felt to him. “I want to taste you,” she murmured.
His heart kicked at her confession. The honest need in her voice was the most erotic thing Cole had ever heard. Would ever hear, he was certain. “Fuck, Savannah.” She remained stock still, her eyes still on his. “Sorry,” he muttered an apology for the curse. He never realized what a dirty mouth he had until Savannah arrived, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“It’s okay.” She smiled. She crawled down his body until she was face-to-face with his insanely hard c**k jutting out in front of him, as if seeking out Savannah, begging for her attention. Determined green eyes met his. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”
He doubted that’d be happening. She could practically look at his dick at this point and he’d love it. “Don’t worry about that.” She couldn’t do anything wrong. Well, he supposed that wasn’t entirely accurate. He considered warning her to be careful of her teeth, but decided against it. He’d gently correct her if it was an issue, but until then, he’d let her explore without any fear or self-consciousness.
Savannah sat back on her heels, lifted his c**k away from his body and then lowered her head. With eyes locked on his, she planted a tender kiss against the head. He was already leaking pearly fluid, and his scrotum was drawn tight against his body. He was poised and ready to explode.
She took him into the depths of her warm mouth. His hips shot forward off the bed, but she welcomed the intrusion, suckling at his most sensitive skin. “Fuck baby. Yeah. Just like that…” He stroked her jaw, pushed her hair back from her face, and palmed her cheek. He watched Savannah kiss and lick the length of him and was lost to the mind-numbing bliss of the moment.
She was so nurturing, so giving in everything she did, and pleasuring him was no exception. She left everything on the table, licking, kissing and stroking him as if her sole purpose was to please him.
Soon Savannah was clenching her thighs together and moaning for her own release, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He pulled himself free from Savannah’s mouth and hauled her up his body. “My turn,” he explained at the surprise on her face.
Cole settled her against the pillow so she was lying next to him. He dropped a kiss to her lips, then slid his middle finger into her mouth, wetting it. She drew the digit in without question, swirling her tongue against his skin.
“We need to make sure you’re ready for me,” he explained.
She looked down at his long cock, resting heavily against her hip and then back up at him. “Will it hurt?”
“At first, yes But I’ll do my best to go slow.”
She nodded, trusting him.
When his finger slid inside her slowly, carefully, Savannah’s mouth dropped open. And when he drew it back and began f**king her with his hand, just a little faster with each stroke, Savannah’s knees fall apart and dropped her head back against the pillow. His other hand joined the fun, rubbing slow circles against her flesh, unwilling to rush her. Soon she was soaking wet and moaning his name, and seconds later, with her head thrown back in ecstasy, she came for him. Cole planted wet kisses all along her throat, refusing to ease up until he’d milked every last ounce of pleasure from her.
After several minutes of nuzzling against her neck, and kissing her through all the small aftershocks of her release, Savannah crawled on his lap to straddle him, placing a knee on either side of his thighs.
“Cole?”
He didn’t respond. He knew what she was asking for, and unable to deny her, he reached for the side table and grabbed a condom. She watched as he put it on, her gaze flickering back and forth between his eyes and his manhood. He could read her expression as if she’d written it out. She was trying to understand where exactly he was going to fit that.