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

His suggestion made her quiver.  “Okay, but I probably won’t be able to think, much less function.”

Patrick laughed,&nbThat’s okay.  We’re playing, Savannah.  We’re enjoying one another.  Sex between two people who care for one another is supposed to be joy – pure joy.”  He arranged her on top of him, opened her legs and smiled.  “You’ve got a porn pussy!”

Good Lord!  Savannah felt so exposed.  Here she was splayed out on top of this gorgeous man with the most luscious cock standing at attention in front of her face and she was totally inadequate to the task.  And he was looking at her!  “I’m sorry,” she buried her face in his groin and hid.  “Is that bad?”  Her answer from him was the most heavenly sensation she had ever experienced.  Patrick licked her open, vulnerable slit from the tip of her clitoris to her tender opening.  “Ahhhh,” she moaned.

“You are exquisite,” Patrick breathed as he kissed her most private area.  Truly, she was inclined to just hang on to his thighs and enjoy, but staring her in the face was a bigger temptation.  Taking him in her mouth, she finally understood the term double delight.  As she kissed and sucked Patrick’s cock, he worked magic between her legs.  Soon, she found her rhythm and as he plunged his tongue deep within her, she pumped and licked and kissed until his hips began to buck up, pushing him even deeper down her throat.  Savannah didn’t know if it was the rapturous sensation of him giving her the most intimate of kisses or the knowledge that she was capable of making this big man quake, but the irresistible rush to orgasm overtook her.  She tried – she really tried – to continue her blow-job mission, but it became too much.  “Patrick?”

“It’s okay, baby.  I’ve got you.  Just enjoy.”  God, he loved this.  Sweet cream was flowing from her like honey.  Her whole little body was vibrating, she was about to fly apart in his arms.  Pride made his heart swell.  He was pleasing his woman.  Taking her clit between his lips, he sucked and when she did – he felt it – Savannah exploded.

“Patrick! God!  Yes!”

He held her down and made it last as long as he could.  Bless her heart, she kissed his cock, nuzzled him and attempted to start sucking again.  “Baby, I need you now,” he didn’t think he could wait another second.

“Yes, please,” she slid off his body, and he urged her to lie on her back, placing a pillow under her hips.

Lifting her legs, he put them around his waist, pulling her hips up close enough so that his cock was nestled in her softness.  She looked at him so trustingly, but he couldn’t resist telling her how he felt.  “I crave you, Savannah.  I can’t wait to make you mine.”  Reaching between them, he massaged her pussy, pushing one finger and then two inside of her.  “Does that feel good?”

“Delicious,” she arched up, wanting more.

“See, from this position, I can touch you all over,” he slid one palm up her body and rolled a nipple between his fingertips.  Lord, give him strength.  She was a virgin; he had to be super gentle with her.

“Yea, and I can look in your eyes,” she whispered as he continued to pet her, readying her to accept him.

“It’s going to hurt a little, Baby, I can’t help that.  But I will be as gentle as I can be.”

“It’s okay, I’ve used feminine products.”  How embarrassing!  Surely, he would know what she meant.

Taking his aching cock in hand, he sheathed it with a condom from the pocket of his jeans and pushed into her tight warmth.  God in heaven!  She was so tight!

Savannah didn’t cry out, but she wanted to.  She was overwhelmed – simply and utterly overwhelmed. There was pain, but it was mixed with pleasure, pure want and aching need.  All she could do was look at him – he was magnificent.  His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and he was moaning with every thrust.  Patrick was a warrior, a conquering hero.  Romance books were full of men like him, and most women could only read and daydream.  But Savannah had a hero of her own and he was laying claim to her heart and soul.

His hands held her hips, moving her body up and down on his cock. “I dreamt of this, Savannah.  I fantasized about you every single night.  And as good as those dreams were, this is a thousand times better.”  Her legs were draped over his thighs and he could see where they were connected.  The sight of his cock moving in and out of her soft, pink pussy was something he would never forget.

“This is so good, Patrick – so good.”  He was pumping into her – churning – his hips moving like a piston, stretching and filling her.  Savannah arched as the sensations swept over her like a wildfire.  God, it was happening again!  She could feel the pleasure building.  It was like a white hot flame that radiated out from her clit and swept over her body.  Reaching out for him, she held onto his wrists, looking deep into his eyes.  At that moment, their souls connected – all of the anticipation, the utter joy, the first tender touches – this was their homecoming, the complete and total passion they shared.  Savannah’s muscles were beginning to spasm, her vagina was clenching tightly around his cock.  She shuddered with ecstasy as an orgasm overtook her, stealing the very breath from her body.  She was lost – Savannah was lost in Patrick.

Through the daze of her pleasure, she heard him groan.  He picked up her legs and bent them close to her body, and began to take her with hard pounding strokes.  The whole bed shook, the headboard pounded against the wall.  “Cum for me again, Savannah.  Milk my cock.  Show me that you belong to me – only