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

At his demand, a lightning bolt climax made her claw at the she and she flashed in hot eruptions of rapture.  “Patrick!”

His whole body jerked as he came.  Hard tremors shook him and he threw his head back and bellowed his release.  “Savannah!  My Savannah!”

As they came down from the incredible high of loving one another, Patrick held her close.  “I came straight here.  I’m sorry I was late.  There was a meeting I couldn’t say no to.”

Savannah burrowed against him.  “I’m just glad you’re here.  Sorry I was asleep when you arrived.”

“That’s okay.  Are you cold?”

“A little.”  Rearranging them, he pulled her on top of him and let her nestle down and then he cradled her with both arms.  “How’s that?”

“Much better.  You’re better than an electric blanket.”  She let out a long, contented sigh.  “I can’t believe I’m lying here with you like this.  You made love to me!  To me!”  Savannah rubbed her face on his chest.

“Come here,” he pulled her up until their faces were close.  “Yes, I made love to you and it was as wonderful as I knew it would be.”  Running his hands from her shoulders, down her sides to her perfect ass, he counted his blessings.  “You do know that you are ridiculously beautiful, don’t you?”

She framed his face and stared into his eyes.  “Patrick, you are a miracle.  You see me differently than anyone else ever has.  All my life I have been told I was plain.  Men who had no idea of my problem, passed over me because they saw nothing in me worthwhile.  So, no.  Being told I’m beautiful is something I have never heard before.”

“Get used to it,” he squeezed her tight.  “I’m going to be telling you that every chance I get.  Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”  She couldn’t think of a thing in her world that she would withhold from him.

“I just passed my physical before I flew back.  I’m clean.  Would you consider making love to me without a condom?”

She went completely still.  “Of course.  I can’t believe you’d want to be that close to me.”

Holding her steady, he rsed their positions until he was blanketing her body completely.  “I thought I made myself clear.  There is not one damn thing wrong with you.  You are perfect.”  At that moment, his stomach growled.

“You’re hungry.  Let’s go eat.”

She wiggled off of him and he groaned as his body reacted to her softness sliding across his hardness.  “Damn, you’re going to kill me.”  She held out her hand and he took it and she proceeded to pull on him.  There was no way she was going to lift him, but he rose to follow her – truth be known, he would have followed her anywhere.  She picked up his clothes and handed them to him.

“Just the pants, I’ll go commando.”

“How am I supposed to eat when you’re sitting across from me looking all hunky and handsome?”

She stood before him, gloriously nude with not a clue how hopelessly devoted to her he already had become.  Savannah had him wrapped around her little finger.  “Look at you, Cupcake,” he reached out and caressed one nipple. Desire engulfed him and he stepped close and nudged her head upward with his nose against her chin.  “You’re mine, Savannah.  Mine.”  He took her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped.  Her response was to melt into him and  - God in Heaven! – she wrapped one leg around his and scrubbed her little pussy mound right up against his leg.  Immediately his cock awakened with a vengeance.

“Patrick, can I have a quickie?”

Her breathy little request just made him harder.  “Are you sure you’re not sore?”

“No, I’m just needy.”

She pressed her body close and her nipples were as hard as crystals.  An electric surge of arousal arced through his body and he knew he had to have her.  Holding her upper arms, he walked her backwards until her back was against the wall.

“God, I’ve always wanted to do this.  Pounded against the wall. . .”  She stood on tiptoe and he picked her up.  His big body held her in place and she loved it – God, she loved the way he handled her.  Not only did she feel precious, she felt wanted, desired, needed.

“Wrap your legs around my waist and put your arm around my neck,” he instructed.

Savannah mindlessly complied.  Being with him like this was heaven.  He licked her neck, scraping his teeth over her neck, sucking a bit.  She would have a mark from his loving, she liked that.  His focused, raw hunger made her quake with anticipation.  “I want you, Patrick.  I want you so much,” she whimpered.  Her pusy was so swollen and ready.  She felt desperate.  Waiting.  But when his touch came, it wasn’t his cock head she felt, but one of his big hands cupping her entire vulva and massaging it masterfully.  “Patrick!” she moaned.  “That feels so good.”  The least little touch had her lighting up like a flare.  Years of dreaming and wanting and wishing coalesced into an arousal so powerful that she thought she would die without him.  “Put him in.”

Her request enflamed him.  Bracing her firmly against the wall, he took cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down her slit, spreading the honey around.  Shivers of pleasure made her body tremble against him.  “Purr for me, Baby.”  Patrick had no idea what she’d do, but when she let out a little cry of passionate appeal, he almost went to his knees.

“Now?  Please?”  Her big dark eyes were glazed over with pure eroticism.

Who could resist such a sweet request?  Not Patrick.  Fisting his cock, he slid the head right up to the gate of glory and pushed in.

Savannah wiggled, trying to accommodate him.  God, he was big – so thick – and the way he stretched her was exquisite.  “Teach me,” she asked as she hid her face in his neck.  “I want to know everything about pleasing