Page 116 of Between Never and Forever
“Yes. Yes, Levi.”
She whispers into the air, pulsing her hips slightly. When I slip two fingers into her, she groans and tightens around me. My dick is straining hard against my jeans, pressing into my zipper in a way that’s almost painful. I want to reach down and squeeze it, stroke it to relieve some of the ache, but I can’t take my hands off Savannah. I rove one up and down her body, gripping her hip and pulling her hard against me, as the other makes slow, rhythmic thrusts in and out of her pussy.
I flick and suck her clit, grazing my teeth as my fingers work her from the inside. I slide my free hand up her body and palm her breast, massaging and then pinching her nipple. Three separate sensations, three separate motions, and if I could, I would give her more. I’d give her everything.
She whimpers louder and brings her eyes to mine. I feel her start to pulse around me. Her body starts to quiver. I bring my thumb to her clit and rub quickly and watch in awe as her mouth drops open with a gasped moan.
“That’s it,” I croon over her pussy between swipes of my tongue, never stopping the thrusting of my fingers. I hold her eyes as I speak, as I work her with my hands and mouth. “That’s it, Sav. Give it to me. Give me your orgasm. This one is mine.”
I pick up speed, thrusting and rubbing with more vigor.
“Give it to me,” I say again, my voice a growl. “Give me what’s mine.”
She comes with a shaky, breathless cry, pulsing around my fingers and soaking my hand in her cum. Then she stills, breathing heavily, with her head dropped back on the wall of the house.
I pull my fingers out of her, adjust her bottoms so she’s covered, then stand to face her.
When her eyes meet mine, I don’t hide my smirk.
“What?” she asks breathlessly. “What?”
I raise an eyebrow, dragging my gaze down her body to her pussy and back, and then shrug.
“That might be the first time I’ve seen you do what you’re told.”
Her eyes flare and her jaw drops, and I watch as she tries to fight the upward turn of her lips. She loses the battle with her smile, but I can tell from the mischief in her eyes that she’s already formed another plan to regain the upper hand.
She reaches for me and hooks her fingers into the band of my jeans, then tugs me forward roughly. Our lips collide, tongues tangling instantly, until she’s moaning into my mouth and palming my dick through the denim.
“Fuck.” I groan into her mouth as she strokes me, and I thrust into her hand.
My arms bracket the wall on either side of her head, and I pull back slightly to watch her talented fingers pop the button on my jeans, then tug down the zipper. I wait, chest rising and falling with my hard breathing, for her to do more, but she doesn’t.
I bring my eyes up to her face and find her watching me with a smirk. I hiss as she drags her nails over the taut skin of my abdomen, teasing the band of my boxer briefs. She quirks a brow, then dips her fingertips lower until they just tease the base of my dick. I suck in a sharp breath, then meet the challenge in her eyes with one of my own.
“Don’t be shy now, baby. If you want it, take it.”
The way she parts her lips, then sinks her teeth into the plush lower one, fills me with need to take matters into my own hands. To guide her to her knees and push into her throat. To paint those sexy lips with my cum.
I take one hand off the wall and wrap it around the side of her neck, rubbing roughly at her jaw with my thumb before pressing it between her lips and into her mouth. She laves her tongue along the pad of my thumb then grazes it with her teeth, making me groan.
I drop my forehead to hers, and she wraps her delicate hand around my cock and squeezes. I’m fucking throbbing, aching for her. Her hands on my skin. Her mouth.
“Take me out.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She shoves the fabric of my boxer briefs down as she takes my bare cock in her hands. Her hot, soft palms and fingers encase my shaft, tugging in a way that threatens to snap my restraint. My hand moves to the nape of her neck and grips. I’m half a breath away from pushing her to her knees, when a voice cuts in.
“Ms. Loveless. You’re needed at wardrobe and hair.”
I flick my eyes to the intruder and sneer, shielding Savannah’s body with mine. It’s her personal security, and to his credit, his back is to us. Savannah sighs, and I feel her grip loosen.
“Give me five minutes,” she says, and then she releases me, so I do the same.
I step back and give her space, shoving my hard dick back in my pants and doing up my jeans in the process. Her eyes are wild and pleading as they bounce between mine. We’re still panting. We’re still desperate and needy.
I want to tell her to come back. To go and do whatever she needs to do, and then come back to me. To this house that was meant to be hers before it wasn’t. I want to finally know what it’s like to have her inside, to feel her. How it was supposed to be. I want to possess every inch of her in the house I built for her memory. I want toownher.
“I have to go,” she says quietly before I can speak. She gestures to her wet, tangled wig, then to her sleeve of fake tattoos. “They need to take care of all this.”
