Page 73 of The Way We Are

“Savannah...” My words fade into silence when her bra closely follows the direction of my shirt.

She dumps it on the ground with a silent whoosh before tackling the black leather belt curled around her waist. I watch her, mesmerized and in a trance. My god, she's beautiful. The generous swell of her breasts distracts the deviant part of my mind well enough it fails to register the bruise I got so worked up over earlier, and the sweet curve of her hips quickly reminds me I am without briefs. I’m also grateful for the sting of metal biting my dick, as it's most likely the only reason I haven’t made a fool out of myself. The visual...Fuck... Better than any wet dream a man could conjure.

Holy shit!I’m not the only one missing undergarments. The glistening mound of Savannah’s practically bare pussy is thrust in front of my face when she slides my trousers down her thighs before kicking them to the side. If it weren’t for the faintest strip of blonde hair running down the middle, her pussy would be as naked as she's standing before me—completely and wholly bare.

While peering at something over my shoulder, Savannah inhales two deep breaths before returning her focus to me. It's the fight of my life not to jizz in my pants when her lustful eyes lock with mine. I’ve never seen her eyes like this—not once. They are wild, possessive, and utterly consuming.

In silence, her eyes bounce between mine. I don’t know what she sees reflecting back at her, but it must be good, as the most devastatingly ravishing smile creeps across her face mere seconds before she falls to her knees in front of me.

With the determination of a starved woman, she tugs at the button of my jeans and yanks down the fly. My erect dick springs from my jeans before my brain clues in to what's about to happen.

When Savannah’s eyes rocket to mine, shocked by my commando state, I attempt to babble an excuse about Brax and Chris forgetting to pack me boxers, but my words entomb in my throat when her tongue licks the crown of my dick.

“Fuck...” I want to say more; I have a hundred million words running through my head about how good it feels having her lips circling my dick, but there isn’t a better word to describe this feeling than the one I just used. Well, except perhaps one: heaven.

I should be stopping this. Savannah just went through a life-altering ordeal. She shouldn’t be sucking my dick. But I can’t seem to stop her. I’ve dreamed of this day for months.No. Correction. Make that years.I’ve dreamed of this day for years, so there's no chance in hell I’m going to stop it.

I begin to pant when Savannah eases her hand up and down my shaft, adding to the sensation gripping every inch of my sack. Her mouth feels as heavenly as it looks. The plumpness of her lips cushions her frantic sucks, and her tongue has a mind-blowing amount of control—control I’m struggling to hold.

Maybe if I close my eyes, it will lessen my desire to cum?

Nah, fuck that. The visual of Savannah on her knees, sucking my dick like she’s never been fed ensures that'snevergoing to happen. I just need to concentrate on breathing and forget that her eagerness to lap up my precum encourages more to seep from my dick, that the velvet texture of her tongue as she tickles the base of my shaft doesn’t drive me wild, and that her sexy little moans mean nothing.

Easy, right?

No. Fuck no.

Hold it back, Ryan. Hold it fucking back.

Savannah’s moans vibrate my knob when I fail to rein in my excitement. Cum rockets out of my dick in raring spurts, coating her mouth and throat. She continues working my shaft like a pro, not the least bit concerned that my cum is pumping into her mouth at a faster rate than she can swallow. She peers up at me while gobbling down every drop as if it tastes as sweet as candy.

The slight bend in my dick from exhaustion is soon forgotten when Savannah stands from her crouched position. The wetness slicking between her legs leaves no doubt her excitement is as excessive as mine. The lips of her pussy are drenched, and they have made my mind blank of thoughts.

Not thinking, I scoop my arms around her waist and hoist her onto my bed. Her girly giggle booming through my ears is replaced with a moan when I bury my head between her thighs, so I can drag my tongue up her wet slit.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Savannah whispers in a moan when my tongue glides up the crease of her pussy, eagerly gathering all the goodness waiting for me.

My internal monologue matches hers, but with a few more swear words thrown in. She tastes as good as I anticipated—sweet as honey and as heavenly as her gorgeous face. I eat her with the same eagerness she devoured me. My tongue flicks her clit on repeat before sliding it down to worship the rest of her throbbing sex. My fingers are itching to join the party, but my mouth is too selfish to grant their request.

Just as quickly as my orgasm blindsided me, Savannah’s arrives without warning. With her hand clamped over her mouth, she shudders beneath me. Her muffled mouth can’t hide my name being torn from her throat; it's as desirable to my ears as her taste is to my tongue.

Even once all her shudders have been exhausted, I continue sliding my tongue up and down her pussy. I’ve been waiting for this day for years; I’m not willing to give it up just yet. She tastes just as good if not better than I expected.

After ensuring I have enough of her seductive taste on my tongue I’ll remember it for eternity, I slowly climb up Savannah’s body, being extra attentive not to come close to the bruise slashed across her mid-section.

“Hey,” I greet her, glancing into her massively dilated eyes. “You alright?”

She's breathing so heavily, she seems moments away from having a panic attack. “Yeah. That was... ah...amazing. My god, Ryan. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

When she brings my lips down to hers by the back of my head, I crank my elbows, ensuring my weight stays off her torso. She kisses me without constraint, not the least bit turned off that her arousal is still coating my tongue. The unique palette of her mouth adds to the flavor I’ve just finished sampling, making me more determined than ever to taste it again and again and again.

The longer our kiss progresses, the closer our hips align. The crazy notions filling my head when she was sucking my dick start up all over again when the wetness of her pussy slides against the crown of my dick. She grinds against me on repeat, finding a rhythm satisfying for us both. It’s like the corny dry hump most of the teens were doing at Bronte’s Peak last night, but in a naughty, risqué type of way. Probably helps that we neither of us have any clothes on.

“Condom? Do you have one?” Savannah murmurs against my lips a short time later.

I nod a little overeagerly.

The heat on Savannah’s cheeks doubles when she laughs at my shameful stumble out of my bed. Forgetting that my jeans are still wrapped around my ankles, I nearly kill myself while moving for the box of condoms I keep in my closet.

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