Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

the air – I’ve stared at it for hours.  I know you were afraid I’d show it to somebody else.  That was why you let all of this beautiful hair hang down and cover your face, but you’ve got to understand something – you belong to me and I don’t share what’s mine.”  He pushed her dress off her shoulders and let it fall.  “God Almighty,” he breathed.  “Just look at you.”

Savannah felt her nipples tighten.  She had worn a lacy bra, one that was low cut and see-through and just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.  “I’m only a B cup.”

Patrick rubbed his thumbs across her nipples.  “You are perfect, that’s what you are. ǝ  Leaning over he licked the hard tip through the thin fabric then smiled as it beaded and swelled.  “You like that, don’t you?”

“Very much,” she admitted.  It was hard to be still as he finished undressing her, then as he ran his hands over her body, she found herself growing warm and wet.  All she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his body and rub herself on him like a cat.

Patrick couldn’t touch her enough.  “You are so soft.  I love the color of your skin; it’s like warm honey.”  Smooth shoulders, suckable breasts, a waist he could almost reach around and hips that were rounded and firm were just a few of the parts he wanted to explore intimately on her body.

“Thank you.  You’re darker; you’ve been in the sun a lot.  It makes your eyes look even more brilliant.”  She couldn’t help but compliment him; Savannah wanted him to know he was appreciated, too.  And she would have said more – how sexy his dimples looked, how she loved the cadence of his voice – but she couldn’t think clearly because his hands were playing her body like a fine instrument.  There was no part of her that he didn’t caress.  And when he knelt in front of her to learn the shape of her legs, she was shaking so bad her knees nearly gave way.  It was a good thing he had broad shoulders to hang on to.

“You like my touch, don’t you?”

She did.  And it wasn’t just his hands, Patrick was kissing a path up her thighs and Savannah thought she might pass out from just the thought of where his lips might end up.  Oral sex wasn’t something she had been privileged to experience, of course.  But it was certainly on her wish list.  “Oh yes,” she sighed.

A tiny landing strip adorned the treasure of her pussy.  He could no more resist dipping his fingers into the slick folds than he could deny himself a breath of life-giving oxygen.

“God, Patrick!  I love how you make me feel.”

“What do you want to do?”  Watching her revel in his caresses was the biggest turn-on he had ever felt.

“I want to touch you the same way,” Savannah confessed.  And it was true; the need to run her palms over his body was a fever in her blood.

“Do it, Baby.”

He stood and offered himself to her and Savannah accepted the challenge.  Never had she felt like this, her nipples were so hard they hurt.  And she was panting – God, she was panting with passion.  “I don’t like buttons,” she pouted her displeasure when her fingers fumbled at her task.  “You have on too many clothes!”

“Want me to help?”

He didn’t wait for her answer; he stripped except for his briefs.  And she stood there and mareled at the hard, muscled body unveiled before her eyes.  Holding her breath, she allowed herself to place her palms over his pecs and just feel.  “You are so sexy.”  Glancing up at his face, she was surprised to see that he had closed his eyes and was biting his lower lip as if her touch was bringing him pleasure.  “I have never seen shoulders as wide as yours.  You’re built like a dream.”  Tracing his defined muscles, Savannah could feel dampness form between her legs.

The little minx was driving him crazy.  With a little sigh of satisfaction, Savannah nestled against him and began kissing and licking his chest.  What had she said about not knowing how to please a man?  She damn sure pleased him.  When she stood on tip-toe to nip his shoulder, her breasts rubbed against his chest.  Patrick felt his cock swell even more.  “I want to kiss you.”  His announcement brought instant results, for she held her face up awaiting his kiss.  Patrick gave it to her – hot, slow and thorough.  “You were wrong,” he growled against her lips.

Savannah backed up, confused.  “About what?”

“About being unschooled in the ways to please a man.  You are a sensual, exciting, sexy woman and, Baby,” he knelt in front of her once again.  “You bring me to my knees.  Sit on the bed, I want to suck.”

The opportunity to sit down was not unwelcome.  Savannah was shaking with a combination of anxiety and lust.  Even on his knees, Patrick seemed massive.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.  Letting her gaze wander down his body, she could see the tip of his penis peeking out of his shorts.  By the size of the bulge, she knew his cock would be proportional to the rest of his body.  She couldn’t wait to see it.  The photo he had sent her had been too dark to make anything out much, but she hadn’t complained.  Truthfully, she had wanted to wait till now.  Running the tip of a finger over the slick head, she massaged in the drop of pre-cum.  “Will you let me suck you later?”

“Let you?”  Patrick chuckled.  “I’ll beg you to suck me.”  God, there was so much he wanted to share with this woman, but first things first.  “I want to lavish you with attention.  Are your breasts sensitive?”

Savannah was embarrassed to say it, but she wanted to hold nothing back from him.  “I enjoy playing with my nipples.