Page 57 of Where We Met

As soon as we step into the gallery, we are instantly flooded with crowds of people. I grab her hand and lead her down the halls as we look at hundreds of sculptures and paintings. It's nice doing this with someone by my side, someone to whisper something to and laugh with.

If Marcus were here, he would just tell me he's bored, and Gabe wouldn't step away from work long enough to attend in the first place.

When we walk into the room that houses David, it takes a good twenty minutes to get through the line. At the front, we take in the large sculpture, the sign telling us it’s seventeen feet tall. We both crane our necks to get the full view of David, noting the intricacy and perfection of it.

"Wow, the detail is incredible," Savannah whispers. "Look at his hand. You can even see the veins in them."

We stand in awe for several more minutes before she whispers in my ear. "Why's his thing so small?"

I snort, then wrap my arm around her neck and pull her along with me. "I don't know, princess. Maybe it was cold out."

"I'm just saying, if you're going to make everything else about him so grandiose, might as well give him a bigger package."

We leave the gallery crying tears of laughter. I'm discovering that any time spent with Savannah is the most fun I've ever had.

I can't help but steal a kiss outside. It was meant to be a quick one, but her lips are just too addicting. I get lost in them, becoming greedy for more. When I pull away, we're both struggling to catch our breath.

The rest of the day goes by quickly. From exploring the cathedral to having a romantic dinner, it all plays out perfectly. It's late by the time we get back to the vineyard, and I hold her hand as we take the stairs up to our rooms. We stop in the middle, looking between her door and mine. Finally, I make the decision and pull her into my room.

As soon as the door is closed, I crash into her, kissing her like I’ve wanted to all day. My hands rest on her cheeks as I rub my thumbs along her soft skin, backing her up until we hit the bed, and then lay her down.

We waste no time getting to the point. I work her jeans off while she sheds her top and bra. I stand up, reaching behind my back and pulling my shirt over my head. My jeans are off in seconds, pulling my boxers down with them before I remove the final piece of fabric off her, down her hips and slender legs.

I feel like a man possessed as I stare at Savannah lying there waiting for me. I climb on top of her and lean down to kiss her lips. I start to tease her as I pull slightly away so our lips are barely brushing together, then go back in for more.

I need to taste her nipples. They've been calling for me. I kiss my way down her neck and chest until I get to where I've been dreaming to be.

So far, it’s been a crazy ride of unique sexual experiences for us, and don’t get me wrong, they’ve been the best of my life. But right now, I just want it to be me and her together, connecting and taking our time. I want to look in her eyes and really feel it.

After I feel her squirming underneath me, I move down lower until I get to her beautiful pussy.

"How have I not tasted you yet? That seems like a sin," I growl while I spread her legs further apart.

My mouth actually waters at the sight, but tonight is about taking my time. I spread her lips with my thumbs then work her clit with one thumb.

Ever so slightly, I move forward and take one long slow lick from bottom to top.

Fuck, she tastes even better than I imagined. I give her a couple more licks and then I suck her clit.

"Ahhh, shit," she shouts as she pushes her pelvis up into my face.

I can't help but smile while continuing to suck and keep pressure on her clit. I love how she is so damn responsive and confident in bed. It's sexy how she holds nothing back.

I continue flicking and licking until, finally, she unravels, coming all over my tongue. I lick up as much of her juices as I can.

I move back up to her, feeling her release all over my lips. Instead of shying away from kissing me, Savannah grabs my neck and pulls me into her. Knowing she's more than ready for me, I position myself and slide in.

We both moan into each other's mouths at the feeling of coming together like this. It's different this time, like maybe it isn’t just for pleasure. It's more, I want to feel close to her in this way, and I know she feels the same.

I pull away and gaze into her eyes, which makes my heart accelerate. I get lost in her stare as I continue to slide in and out of her.

Her pussy starts to squeeze me, which gives me the signal that I need to let go of my own orgasm that I've been fighting off. I've never come inside a woman before, but I can't bear to make this less special by coming on her or the sheets. I want to remain connected the entire time. She must feel the same because her hands grip my hips and hold me inside of her as my release takes over.

We both seem to still be lost in the moment, in each other's eyes, as our bodies take their time recovering.

"Wow," she whispers.

I nod my head, feeling too overwhelmed for words. Instead, I fall down onto her and rest my head on her chest, silently wishing that we could spend forever like this. That reality won't step in and force me to treat her like just another student.

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