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

A growl sounded from somewhere overhead.  “Savannah!”  And he proceeded to nip her on the thigh.  She began to giggle and Patrick swung her up and around so fast that her head spun.  “Don’t drop me,” she cautioned.

Patrick bounced her up off his shoulder, pretending to drop her.  “Like this?” he teased.

Savannah thrust her hand out as the ground came closer.  “Patrick!!! She shrieked, “Noooo!!”

He hoisted her back over his shoulder with ease, flipped up her skirt and spanked her near bare ass.  “Don’t worry, Savannah Banana.   You know I’d never drop you.”

“Ouch!” Savannah yelped, but secretly she enjoyed the slight sting.  “You forget how big you are.  You just don’t know your own strength, do you?”

Patrick kissed the pink handprint on her bottom.  “Sorry, Baby.”

She wasn’t sorry.  The heat was on.

He carried her to her bedroom.  They had left the bed unmade, but the tangle of warm-colored sheets just reminded him of all he had to look forward to.  He was about to make love to his woman and afterwards he was going to hold her all night long.  Now, this was living.

Patrick placed her on the ground and kissed her cheek softly.

Savannah looked up at him with big doe eyes.  “I’ve never showered with anyone before.  This will be a new experience.  Let me get some towels.”  Savannah opened the linen closet and extracted two big bath towels.  “Sorry, all I have is generic bath gel, I don’t have any sexy flavors or musky gels.”

“Do you really think I care about towels and bath gel?  All I want to do is tear your clothes off and push you into the shower.  Let’s get you naked.”

“I’ll race you.”  She started peeling clothes off.  Not exactly what he had in mind, but he joined in.  Of course he only had to shuck one garment, and she had fully redressed in a short, cotton dress with frilly little undergarments.  So, he naturally won.  But Savannah was better at the stripping, however, definitely better.  It was probably all instinctual, but she had some sensual moves.  And when she crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head it got caught - - Damn! - - all of that lush female breast flesh just hypnotized him.  The pressure in his chest mounted.

“I’m stuck.  Help me.”  Her muffled voice broke his staring match with her tits.  But the idea of her helpless was a little too hard to pass up.

Patrick’s jaw fell open while she struggled.  Savannah had the most gorgeous body he had ever seen and it was affecting him greatly.  She wriggled from side to side, trying to free herself from the dress’s grip.  It was little adorable things like this that made her so sexy to him and she didn’t even know it.  Patrick watched, hypnotized as her hips swayed back and forth.  His cock twitched as he followed the curve of her hips up to the tight lines of her stomach, all the way up to her perky tits.

He didn’t make a move to help her.  Instead he slipped a finger into the top of her wee bikini panties, right at the top of her sweet mound, pulled her close to him, and reached around her and flipped the clasp of her bra open.

“Oh my goodness,” Savannah went absolutely still and waited.

Patrick pushed the cups of the bra up so he could get his hands where he wanted them.  “You don’t know how many nights I laid in my cot and dreamed about touching you like this.”  Christ!  She had no idea how much he wanted her.

“You can touch,” she spoke a little hoarsely.  “Just let me out so I can watch.”  Again, she pushed against the fabric.  “My hair’s caught.”

The jiggle and bounce of her tits was a reward in itself.  “All right, if you must.”  He grinned to himself and helped her out of the mess she was in.  “Now sit here.”  He picked her up and put her on the vanity.  “I was just too sex-starved to go slow earlier.  I’ve counted the days till I could get here and love on you.  Now, I want to take my time.”

Savannah shook a little.  At this close range, with the overhead vanity lights on, she could look her fill – and God, he looked good.  There was a light dusting of hair on his pecs and the ridges of his abs looked in dire need of a tongue bath.  She couldn’t have kept herself from touching him if her life depended on it.  With a light touch, she soothed her hand down from his shoulder to his waist.  “Perfection.”

“Ummmm,” he moaned at her touch.  “I want your mouth.”

“Take it, it’s yours.”  Her admission made his pulse pound.  Patrick stepped between her legs and bent his head.  She opened her mouth with a sigh and he accepted the invitation.  Sliding his tongue between her lips, he deepened the kiss.

Closing her eyes, Savannah relished the pinpricks of sensation that danced over her flesh.  His hands were gentle as they ran over her back, under her hair and over her shoulders.  And when one came around and collared her throat, it didn’t make her feel threatened – it made her feel treasured.  Savannah kissed him back, sucking on his tongue, loving the give and take she was experiencing with this man who had become her world.

“Honey, you taste so good,” he moaned in her mouth as he moved even closer, his cock brushing against her belly.  Patrick was so tall, he had to bend over – but he didn’t seem to mind.

To her delight, he covered her breasts and molded them.  Savannah pushed closer, wanting more.  Strong fingers with calloused tips began to toy with her nipples, teasing them and pulling at them until she felt the dew begin to gather between her legs.  Sliding her mouth from his, she had to tell him of her need.  “I ache for you.”

“Soon,” he