Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (books successful people read txt) 📗

Sexy.  I’ve been thinking about you all day.  I’ve read your emails and I do what you ask.  I touch myself and I cum so hard.  Now, do the same for me.  Imagine that I’m there with you.  I kneel at your feet and you spread your legs to make room for me.  I’m brave, because this is a fantasy, right?  Will you masturbate for me?  Take your cock out and let me see it.  You know I’ll love it.  Now, stroke it for me.  I can’t wait to see your face while you pleasure yourself.  If you don’t mind, I’ll touch myself at the same time.  We can cum together.  Does it feel good?  Pump it – slowly – up and down.  If we were together, I’d lean over and kiss the tip – lick it a bit.  You’ll have to teach me what you like.  Maybe while you are sliding your hand up and down, I can help.  I’d love to touch your balls, roll them a little bit and learn your body.  My favorite thing is going to be watching your face and hearing your voice.  I’ve enjoyed this so much, our sharing.  But I want more.  So cum for me, Patrick.  Massage your cock and think of me.  Say my name.  Say, ‘Savannah, Baby.’  I can’t wait to hear you whisper my name.  Cum for me, Patrick.  If I were there with you Ie thd fit my mouth over the tip and love you while you came.  And I’d swallow every drop.

I hope this excites you as much as it does me.  Thank you for playing like this with me, Patrick.  I think you have the best of me here.  My talent lies with the written word.  When we’re skin to skin, I won’t be that impressive, I promise you. 

And she had hit send.  It wasn’t long before she had received this response.

Sweet Savannah

Damn!  I loved that.  I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.  Thank you.  Now, I have a question for you and I want you to answer me immediately.  What the hell did you mean by that last comment?

Savannah debated how to answer.  Finally, she relented and told the truth, thinking it was better that he know what he was getting himself into. That way, he wouldn’t be disappointed later.  The next email she sent had been short and to the point.

You know I’ve never had sex.  And I can’t imagine that I will be any good at it.  I’m going to disappoint you.  There’s no doubt about that.  And letting you down just scares me to death. 

Patrick read the last email from Savannah and couldn’t believe his eyes.  Hell, no. He knew she was a virgin.  She had made that fact very clear.  What was unacceptable to him was her insecurity and the worry he could feel in her words.  “Hell, no,” he thought.  It was time to settle this, because Patrick Heath O’Rourke was ready to go home – to Savannah.

Waiting for his reaction was nerve wracking, but it had come in a form she was not expecting.  Her cell phone rang.  “Hello?”

“Savannah, there is no way in hell you could ever disappoint me,” he sounded adamant.

“Patrick!  You called me!  On the phone!”  she knew she sounded flustered.  But she couldn’t help it.  “I’m so glad to hear from you.  How are you?”  Even though she couldn’t see him, having his voice in her ear seemed extremely intimate.  “This must be costing you a fortune!”

“It doesn’t matter about the cost.  This is too important.  I didn’t want to wait for that damn video chat to connect.  Now, you listen to me.  Okay?”  His voice had dropped to an intimate level, and he spoke softly, sexily – telling her how much he wanted her.  “I’m counting the hours before I can come home to you.  I’m going to show you just how desirable you are.”

“I can’t wait, Patrick.  And I’m so relieved to talk to you about this.  We’ve wrote such steamy detailed fantasies and I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to live up to them.  It would be sad if I’m a better lover on paper than in your bed.”  Savannah poured all the emotion in the world into her words.

“You’re the only lover I want.  We’re going to be perfect together.  I promise.  Do you trust me?  Do you want me, Savannah?”

She didn’t make him wait a second longer.  “Come home to me, Patrick.  I can’t wait to hold you in my arms.”

“Well Darling, you don’t have to wait any longer; I’m leaving for home in a few hours.  Email me your address and leave the porch light on. Ciara and I will be at your house for supper tomorrow.”

A thrilling feeling of near panic filled her.  He was about to fly home!

Chapter Five

Patrick would be here soon!  Savannah had cooked all day.  She had prepared gumbo, jambalaya, etouffe, fried chicken, potato salad, chocolate cake, pecan pie – everything she could think of.  And she had cleaned the house, vacuumed, mopped, dusted, and rearranged the furniture.  She had worn herself out making sure everything was just right.  Sleep hadn’t been an option, there just wasn’t time.  Now, she had to get herself ready.  Standing in front of her closet, she admitted to herself that she was scared to death.  And tired.

“You’ve got to get it together, Girl,” she chided herself.  This was the day she had been dreaming of and here she was too pooped to pucker.  Actually, she was afraid she had sabotaged herself.  To keep from thinking about all of her insecurities, she had worked herself to a frazzle.  Adrenaline would save her, though.  She was running on pure nervous energy.

One outfit was too conservative and another was too casual, finally she settled on a simple cotton dress.  It was soft and feminine and hopefully Patrick would like it.  He hadn’t been able to tell her the exact time he