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

in her attraction that no one ever had.  So, she let her hand – slide upward - upward toward his crotch, until she bumped into something rather large and hard.

“Uh-Oh,” She looked up at Patrick.

"I'm kinda trying to watch the game here, Baby," he said with a smirk, trying not to laugh.  The feel of Patrick's bulge had caused a stir in her sex that made her feel naughty. She fixed Patrick with a vexed glare, but he ignored her eyes. She huffed, and withdrew her hand from the firm bulge that she'd wanted to explore further and folded her arms defensively across her chest. Her first attempt at seduction, and Patrick had rejected her; this didn’t sit well with Savannah.

Savannah sat on the couch as halftime drew closer and the Saints marched down the field. Beside her, Patrick watched her out of the corner of his eye. The brazen way she had grabbed for his package had turned him on, but he wanted to see how she would handle his rejection, see if she wanted him bad enough to make another move.

Savannah was doing a horrible job of masking her displeasure and when she innocently moved her hands up over her head for a stretch, something in the way her head tilted to the side filled Patrick with a need to kiss her neck.

Patrick shimmied a few inches closer to his Savannah and now it was her turn to pretend she didn't notice what Patrick was doing.

When Patrick shimmied a few more inches, Savannah picked up a magazine from the end table beside her; she wasn't going to make this easy on him.

A few more inches and Patrick was close enough that his essence made her clit squirm.

"Hey," Patrick said.

He was right beside her now, his thickly muscled arm pressed against hers, their thighs touching.

Savannah ignored him.

"Whatcha readin'?uot; Patrick inquired, snatching the magazine from her hands.

"Patrick!"

Patrick held the magazine just out of Savannah's reach. She made one grab for it, but gave up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Savannah looked away from him. Not her best move if she hoped to remain cross with Patrick.  That small patch of bare skin on Savannahs neck that had caused the tightness in Patrick's jeans was now fully exposed and with Savannah looking the other way, Patrick seized the opportunity and leaned in to kiss it softly.

Savannah flinched when she felt Patrick's gentle lips on her neck, then her shoulder.  "Pa…trick," she said, forgetting almost all of the annoyance he had inspired in her so recently. "Stop," she offered weakly, but tilted her neck further to the side to grant him even greater access.

"Stop?" Patrick kissed her neck, "Stop what?"

He licked up to Savannah's ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly before moving back down to her collarbone.

Savannah whimpered with appreciation. Gone now was any semblance of the frustration and rejection she'd felt, in its place was nothing but bliss. The skin on her neck was dimpled with goosebumps; her chest beginning to flush.

"You want me to go?" Patrick asked between kisses.

His hand had found its way around to the front of her shirt, undoing first the top button of her blouse and then the next one.

Savannah placed her hand behind Patrick's head as he kissed her collarbone and shoulder. "I thought you wanted to watch the game?" The words barely came out of her mouth in an audible tone.

"I'd rather watch you," Patrick whispered in her ear.

Savannah's round bottom levitated from the couch when Patrick hit that magic spot just behind her ear. “I have to tell you, this is one of my favorite fantasies in the whole world.”

Patrick’s hand stilled. "What's that, Baby?" If she had a fantasy, he would do his damnedest to fulfill it.

“Having you with me like this, and sharing some-," she was stopped dead as Patrick undid the third button and grabbed her entire left tit in his mighty paw, squeezing it firmly, "-thing as simple… as a meal and TV, for starters.”

She hesitated and Patrick knew there was more.  “And?” he prompted, urging her to go on. "What else?"

Savannah giggled nervously. “Oh, God – I’m not used to being so blunt.”  Patrick pulled her loose shirt down off hershoulder and kissed her right over her heart.  “It’s just that, uh, my nipples are so sensitive and thinking you might touch me and suck me just makes me shake.”

"Hmmm," Patrick pondered.

Savannah's nipples were tight inside her bra and Patrick's tongue snaked overtop of the closest one.

"Let's see what we can do about that," Patrick said and tore Savannah's shirt open with a swift tug, stripping the rest of her buttons right off the garment in the process.

Patrick looked her right in the eye and Savannah exhaled with excitement, unsure if she would ever get her breath back, unsure if she wanted it back.

Patrick looked down at her heaving chest. “A front clasp bra," he looked back into her eyes, "one of the finest inventions of mankind.”

He slipped a finger into the clasp and popped it open deftly. Savannah's beautiful tits fell out and Patrick was on them in a flash, lapping at them like a thirsty tiger at a bowl of milk.

The sensation was unbelievable.  Wanting to experience it to the fullest, she opened her eyes and watched Patrick nurse at her breast.  He seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was.  Lord, she loved him.  Bringing her arms up from her side, she cradled his head with one and pulled him closer with the other.

She liked this, he could tell.  But hell – so did he.  Opening his mouth wider, he took her whole sweet areola in his mouth and loved on it, licking it up and down, back and forth with his hungry tongue. Savannah whimpered again, this time louder and Patrick was unable to let his cock stay in his pants for a moment longer.

Savannah was lost in the ecstasy of Patrick's tongue, but not too lost to miss the unmistakable