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

promised.  But he wasn’t nearly through worshiping her with hands and mouth.  Patrick kissed a trail down her neck and nuzzled the curve, nipping and sucking, causing chills to cascade over her body.  And – merciful heavens! – he milked her nipples, pinching a little, making her bottom move restlessly on the stone surface.

“Patrick, oh Baby, please.”

His left hand slipped down between her legs.  “Is this what you want?”

He brushed the tip of her swollen clit with his thumb and Savannah’s entire body shuddered, knocking bottles of lotions and soaps over.  She put her hands down on the cool vanity top to steady herself.  “Uh huh,” she gasped.

Savannah leaned forward with her mouth gaping for a kiss, but Patrick pulled away at the first contact; Savannah’s only reward the feel of his warm breath on her lips.

“Come on, let’s get in.  I’ve got a fantasy I want to bring to life.”  He lifted her off of the vanity counter, took Savannah’s tiny hand in his and led her to the shower.

The water had continued to run, and it welcomed them.  A rush of warmth flowed over her body, but it wasn’t just from the water.  It was Patrick.  He touched and rubbed, he kissed and licked.  And when he bent over and sucked at her breast, she would have sank to her knees if he hadn’t been there to hold her up.  His teeth and tongue tortured her, sucking and swirling, until her nipples were as swollen as her clit.  The degree of intimacy between them amazed Savannah.

“I can’t believe we’re here like this.”  She caressed his shoulders and kissed his head as he nursed and laved her nipple.

“There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be.”  Patrick turned her around till her back was leaning on his chest.  “I love to touch every inch of you.”  He ran his greedy hands over her body, finally covering her breasts with his palms and massaging them sensuously.  “The little sounds you make . . .” as if on cue, Savannah whimpered, “turn me inside out.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder and he kissed her hard.  After slidi his lips from hers, he grazed his teeth over her cheek and squeezed her breasts with a firm yet gentle touch.  Savannah’s head dropped to watch him work her.

“I adore the look of wonder you get in your eyes when I make you feel good.”

She ground her ass back against Patrick’s swollen shaft and his hands slid from her tits to her hips to pull her tight.  Still holding his gaze, Savannah’s eyes smoldered back at him, his firm grip on her thighs fanning the embers between them.  “That’s the look I was after,” Patrick said with a smirk.

He kissed the back of her neck and Savannah shook with desire.  “Ohhh.”

As she nestled back into him, he rubbed his stiff cock up and down the left cheek of Savannah’s round bottom.  Overcome by a need to touch it, Savannah reached back and grabbed for Patrick’s manhood.  It was smooth, wet and impossibly big.  She stroked it with the palm of her hand turned upside down, working her way up from his balls to the top of its head.  The tip surged with blood when Savannah squeezed Patrick’s shaft.

Feeling his response to her, a thrill shot through her body.  This time when she looked back over her shoulder, sex was in her eyes, wild, animal sex.  The reality of holding the evidence of Patrick’s desire for her in her hand awoke the tigress in Savannah.  “It’s like your cock was molded with my hand in mind,” she breathed.  Patrick just smiled and spun her around.  He reached for a bottle of shampoo and snapped the lid off.

“Wha . . .” Savannah started to ask, but the words stopped when Patrick snatched one of her hands and squeezed shampoo into her palm.  The water splashed onto Patrick’s broad shoulders, shooting tiny droplets of tepid water into Savannah’s eyes.  What was she supposed to do with the handful of shampoo?  She started to ask him to bend down so she could wash his hair, but he had other ideas.

“This is what I want.”  Patrick moved her hand down to his rigid cock and she grabbed it.

“Oh,” Savannah said with a smile.  “This is something new, isn’t it?”  Patrick chuckled.

Slowly, Savannah rubbed the slick liquid over Patrick’s cock.  He moaned as the suds built up.  The control she seemed to have over him at this moment was intoxicating.  Feeling bold, she pushed him back against the mosaic tile.  Patrick didn’t protest.

She stepped close to him again, stroking his thick rod up and down, pumping it in her fist as the tip rubbed against her stomach.  Savannah looked up into Patrick’s eyes.  No words were needed, she knew what he wanted her to do and the simple nod he offered was enough to set her in motion.  Looking down at Patrick’s lathered up prick in her hand, she teased.  “You don’t nd in m you?”

He shook his head.

“Good,” Savannah acknowledged his agreement.  She released him from her grip, cupped her hands under the tap and rinsed off his throbbing cock.  Kissing Patrick’s chest, she worked her way down over his tight abs until she was on her knees, ready to worship.  After offering him one last upward glance, she turned to face Patrick’s swollen erection.  It dangled in her face like silk covered steel.  Savannah rubbed it with her palm until she thought it was time to take it.  Opening her mouth, she passed her tongue lightly over the tip.  Patrick flinched at the first contact, his hands slapping the wet tile behind him.  The faint essence of the sea breeze shampoo he had poured in her hand danced around Savannah’s nose.  Loving his reaction to her touch, she flicked her tongue around the head of Patrick’s dick again and his knees nearly buckled.

Enough with the tease already, he wanted her plump, pretty lips wrapped around