Page 26 of Pretend to be Mine
I shrug. “I’m just…a little sad that it’s all over.”
“Awe, our friendship isn’t over, just the pretending to be a couple…unless you want to take me up on that offer to keep faking,” she jokes with a wide smile.
I smile. “I’d say fake kids are pushing it. Eventually they’ll want to meet their grandkids. But the marriage, I’m sure we could pull that off for a while.”
She giggles and the sound makes my heart race.
We finish our drinks and head for the elevator. We step inside and I hit the button for our floor.
“Thank you…for everything. You were great tonight. With all their questions, the dancing, the little touches, and that kiss! Totally blew them away.”
“They’re not the only one that was blown away,” I say quietly.
But I think she heard because she’s now looking up at me.
She wets her lips and nods. “That was a really good kiss.”
This small space isn’t good. I can feel every emotion bouncing between the two of us. It’s charged with an electricity. She steps toward me and I step toward her. “It was a pretty good kiss,” I admit.
Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. She nods her head.
Somehow, we both need the same thing at the exact same time, and we both act on it. Our lips meet and our tongues dance together. I come at her a little too quickly and she falls back, but I hold her against me and push her up against the wall. Her arms wrap around my neck and my hands run up and down her back. The elevator door opens and neither of us pull away. I hold her against me and carry her to my door. Without breaking the kiss, I dig my room key out of my pocket and get the door open.
I carry Savannah inside and spin us around so I’m pressing her back against the door. Her hands release from around my neck and start pushing my jacket over my shoulders. It falls into the floor as my hands search for the zipper on the back of her dress. I find it and start pulling it down slowly. Her hands are quickly unbuttoning my shirt, and she gets it undone faster than I thought possible. The moment I have her dress unzipped, it falls down her body. I pull her against me and carry her over to the bed, laying her down gently and covering her body with mine.
I kiss across Savannah’s cheek and down to her neck. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her strapless bra, and her breasts bounce free. Tossing the material to the side, I kiss over the swell of her breasts and down to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. When I do, her back arches and a soft moan escapes her lips. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on. Her hands yank my undershirt up my back until she pulls it over my head. I have to pull away from her to get it off. When I do, I toss it onto the floor and our mouths meet again. Our kisses are hungry, full of need and passion.
She reaches between us and her hands start working on unfastening my belt. I can hear the metal clanking as she unbuttons and unzips my pants. She uses her legs to pull them down my thighs. I kick them off, leaving us both in nothing but our underwear. I’m hard as a rock and not thinking straight. All I can think about is how badly I need her and how long it’s been since this itch has been scratched. I’m straining against the material of my boxers, the seams ready to snap and bust.
As my lips start kissing over her hard body, my hands are pushing her thin panties down her legs. They get stuck between us somehow and I lose my patience, pulling them harder than necessary until I hear the fabric tear. Without skipping a beat, I toss the scrap of material to the side and my hand moves back to her inner thigh. I slowly trail it upward, teasingly slow. She’s wiggling with need beneath me and it’s only making me want her more.
Finally, my hand finds the junction between her legs and I spread her slick folds with my fingers. The flesh of her center is pink and glistening, and even though her eyes are closed as I glance down her body, her lips are parted with her labored breathing. I slide two fingers into her, and she lets out a relieved moan. She’s warm and tight around me, and my dick jumps with excitement as dew beads up on the tip.
Losing her patience, Savannah wraps her arm around my neck, and she greedily pulls my mouth back to hers. With her free hand, she begins pushing my boxer briefs down my hips. I kiss her deep, giving her exactly what she needs, but I like seeing this side of her—demanding, needy, taking what she wants. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, and I plan on spending the rest of my night buried deep in her tight little body.
