Her eyes are shining as she cradles my face. “Same, my love. I promise.” She sniffs, collecting herself as she adds with a mischievous smile, “But if you want to break my pussy a little, I don’t mind. I like it a little frisky, if you know what I mean.”
I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and make a fist, tugging her head gently backward, loving the way her breath rushes out in response. “Like this?”
“Oh, yes,” she says, her voice thick with the same longing hammering through my veins. “Dear God, you’re even more perfect than I thought.”
Grinning, I drop my lips to her throat, kissing her as I murmur against her soft flesh, “Oh, darling, you haven’t seen anything yet. I promise.”
And then I proceed to keep that promise, one kiss at a time.
Savannah
I’m a sexually liberated woman.
I love sex, I embrace pleasure, and I thought I knew a thing or two about a thing or two.
But soon, Colin has stripped me of my clothes and my preconceived notions, and I realize I knew nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Oh my God,” I shout again. I’ve shouted it at least four or five times already, but I can’t stop myself, not while Colin’s rolling his tongue against my clit as his elegant, oh-so-capable fingers thrust and beckon inside me, swiftly bringing me back to the precipice all over again. “Oh, yes, yes!”
I come with my heels digging into the mattress, pressing my sex shamelessly against his talented face, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, judging by the hungry groan that rumbles from his chest, he’s loving this every bit as much as I am.
But I need more of him, all of him.
“You. Now. Please,” I beg, clawing at his bare shoulders.
A beat later, his lips are on mine and the thick, fever-hot head of his cock is brushing against my thigh as he breathes, “Condom. Fuck. I think I have one in my luggage in the car. I haven’t had sex in so long I’m positive I’m clean, but—”
“Me, too. No condom,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m not on birth control, but the doctors were firm that I can’t…”
“Savannah, I love you exactly as you are, and I intend to help you learn to love yourself exactly as you are too. No what-ifs. No regrets.”
My heart blossoms brightly inside my chest at just how much this man loves me. I arch upward, doing my best to wiggle him inside me, but he grips my hips and pins me to the mattress in a way that does nothing to cool the fire burning inside of me.
“I want to experience all of our joys and heartbreaks together from now on,” he says in a husky voice that goes straight to my heart. And my pussy. “I never want you to get bad news alone again. I want to be there for you when you need me, for whatever you need me for. I want to marry you, Savannah, and live out my dreams with you for the rest of my life.”
“Then marry me. Tomorrow morning if you like,” I say, raking my nails down his back to grip his ass. “But make love to me first, please. I need dick.”
“You need my dick, you mean,” he says, nearly making me swoon again.
Hearing him use such enticing, erotic words will never get old. I shiver as he nips at my throat and releases my hips. “Yes, and I need you to say crass things like ‘dick’ and ‘fuck’ as often as possible while we’re naked, please.”
“How about I tell you that I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy until she comes hard on my fat dick? Is that—”
His words end in a moan as I kiss him hard, deep, and hungry. And then his fat, delicious cock is gliding into where I’m so wet and ready for him, and I’m in paradise.
This is it. Paradise. Nirvana.
The sweetest feeling of sexy rightness I’ve ever known.
“I’ll never use a vibrator again,” I pant as he rides me hard, and I cling to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “No silicone could ever compare to this perfect cock. I’m in love with it. And you. And life. And oh God… Oh God, Colin!”
I come so hard that I have an out-of-body experience. I’m only dimly aware of Colin’s cry of release and the wonderful way he twitches inside me, and when we’ve caught our breath a few minutes later, I can’t help feeling a little sad about it.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asks, brushing my hair from my sweat-dampened forehead.
“I didn’t get to appreciate your orgasm as much as I wanted to.” I stare at him helplessly. “I was too distracted by mine.”
He chuckles. “It’s all right. I have a feeling we’ll get another shot at coming, both separately and together.” He gives me an unexpectedly saucy wink as he adds, “We really are frightfully good at fucking, aren’t we? Especially considering it was our first time.”