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

“Damn!  I want to see that sometime.”  Now, to fulfill another fantasy, “I’ve been dreaming of how your tits would feel in my mouth.”  Lifting her breasts, he allowed himself to look his fill.  Her nipples were big and pouty, the color a beautiful coral pink.  The areola was puffy and seemed to swell even bigger as he stared at them.  “You’ve got baby-bottle nipples, Treasure.”  Weighing her tits in his hands, he began to caress and mold and shape them, loving the look of bliss on her face almost as much as he loved playing with them.

“Patrick, do something,” Savannah urged.

Pushing her breasts together, Patrick smooched across the tops, down her cleavage and all around one nipple.  “Is that what you wanted?”  A frustrated little noise indicated that he was not giving her exactly what she needed.  “Show me or ask me, Savannah,” he demanded.  Patrick might be greedy, but he wanted a wild Savannah.

Asking for what she wanted had always been hard for her, but this urgent, desperate need was also new.  Patrick was here, she was touching him, and everything she had ever wanted seemed to be within her grasp.  All she had to do was take it.  A surge of determination flashed within Savannah, she could do this.  Using both hands, she grasped his head and tried to move him toward her nipple.  “Please, I want you to kiss me.”

“Where?  Here?”  He nuzzled the underswell of her breast, licking the soft mound, rubbing his face over the silken flesh.

“No, suck me!  My nipple aches, Patrick,” she finally voiced her desire.

“That’s right, Baby.  Tell me what you need and I’ll move heaven and earth to give it to you.”

Opening his mouth wide he latched on to her nipple and Savannah’s whole body lit up with pleasure.  “Oh my God!” she groaned as he pulled and sucked, using his tongue and teeth and enough draw that she felt it clear down to her toes.  Savannah’s clit was vibrating with sympathetic pleasure and to ensure that he didn’t stop, she held him tightly against her.  God, this was good.

Patrick didn’t rush, he didn’t skimp – the man seemed devoted to the task.  And he wasn’t silent, he groaned, he growled – he praised her.  “You are so sweet.  I could suck on you for hours.”  He traveled from one breast to the other – nibbling, laving, licking, sucking – till Savannah was mad with the need for more.  She kissed the top of his head, she massaged his shoulders; she pumped her hips forward as much as she could and worked her pussy muscles in a rhythm that almost set her off like a Roman candle – almost.  Pushing against his shoulders, she sought more.

“What do you want, Baby?  Tell me what you need.”  Hell, he knew what he needed – but putting her first was his priority.

“My mouth on you,” she gasped.  “Lay on the bed with me.”  As soon as he complied, Savannah covered him.  If he had put in an order for the perfect, responsive woman from whatever power granted such wishes, he couldn’t have found better.  Straddling his waist, she kissed his jaw, his neck, and scraped her teeth over his pecs.  Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she took it in her mouth and sucked.  Patrick was amazed.  He lifted her hair and held it back, mesmerized by the lookon her face as she gave them both pleasure.  What a picture she made!  Her tits hung down, lush and ripe and reddened from his mouth and he couldn’t keep his hands off of them to save his life.  Cupping one, he milked her nipple as she licked and loved on him.

“Savannah, I’m dying, Baby.”  If his cock didn’t get some attention soon, he was gonna burst.

“What can I do?” she sat up.  He almost lost his train of thought just watching her chest rise and fall.

“Move over and let me get my boxers off.”  Understanding dawned in her eyes and she eagerly went to his side and began helping him by pulling and tugging his briefs.  As Patrick lifted his hips, Savannah tugged.

“I’m having such a good time, thank you.”

Her admission tugged at his heart and he sat up and kissed her hard.  Clad only in a cloud of air and darkness, there was no way he could hide his rampant desire for her.  “See what you’ve done,” he teased her.

“Let me look at you.”

Even though he was anxious to get this show on the road, Patrick lay back and let Savannah make herself comfortable with his body.

Patrick O’Rourke was a big man – everywhere.  Savannah tossed his briefs aside and swallowed hard.  “Good gracious!”  She laid her palm over him and measured – eight inches, maybe.  “You’re beautiful,” she had to admit it.  But he was so thick!  The head was huge and the stalk wasn’t much smaller.  “Will it fit?”

“Oh yeah,” Patrick had no doubt.  “You were made for me.  We’ll fit together perfectly.”

His answer was exactly what she needed to hear.  In repayment for his consideration, Savannah wanted to show him exactly how much she valued him.  Wrapping her hand around his cock, she let out a delighted laugh when it jumped in her hand.  “I can’t reach around it.”  Planting a kiss on the tip, Patrick groaned at her efforts, which just made her feel worse that she didn’t have any experience.  “I wish I knew what to do to make it good for you.”

Patrick knew they’d talk about this later, but now wasn’t the time.  “I could buy experience, but what I want is you.”  He placed a finger under her chin.  “Anything you do to me or for me is going to feel incredible.  Let me take your mind off your worries.  Lay on top of me and let me kiss your pussy while you do whatever you want to