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

“I want to make this good for you, but you’ve got me too excited.”  There was more he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the words.  Savannah’s tight sheath clenched him so tight he saw stars.  God, it felt good.  He wanted to thrust and pump and take her hard, but she was so damn little that he held himself back.

Savannah could tell he was being careful with her.  But that wasn’t what she wanted.  He was her man and she wanted him just the way he was.  “Don’t hold back.  Lose control.  I want to feel what it’s like to belong to you completely.  I want all of you.  I would never survive if I lost you, Patrick.  You are the light of my life.”

Her permission released something inside of him.  One more second, he hesitated, just waiting for her body to accept him completely.  And when he felt her relax – he buried his head in her neck and gave in to the extreme pleasure of fuckin’ Savannah.

“Oh, God – Oh, God – Oh, God,” she chanted as he moved powerfully in and out of her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his bottom and held on for dear life.  Waves of relief and joy and arousal whipped through her body like sparklers.  There was nowhere else in the world for her than with this man.  He was home.

She was killing him.  Her whole little body was quivering and her pussy was milking him with one passionate pulse after anocouldn  All he could do was react and piston inside of her, loving the feel of being enveloped in paradise.

Awareness of all else fled; Savannah’s focus was only on the perfect in and out glide of his cock moving in flawless harmony with her body.  And she couldn’t keep still; every time she pressed down on him with her pussy walls his cock would jump and he would make the sexiest sounds.  “I never knew it could feel so good,” she panted as he pleasured her within an inch of her life.

“You are mine, Savannah.”  He lifted up enough to take both of her hands and raise them over her head.  Then he locked his gaze with hers and thrust even faster.

He rocked her world.  She levitated into his arms as the pressure in her clit exploded, the pleasure so intense that it took her breath away.  As she bowed upward, her breasts were thrust up and Patrick claimed a nipple and began to suck voraciously.

“I love you,” she cried.

Her cry was all it took - Patrick groaned harshly, his climax overtaking him.  His cock convulsed in ecstasy and he shot his life-giving essence deep within her.  One day, he promised himself, he would plant a child in her womb.  Building a life with this woman was his dearest dream.   “Honey, I love you, too.  And I promise you one thing - there is nothing in this world or the next that is going to keep us apart.”

*****

“Do you think we’ll see anything?”  Patrick teased her as they walked through the cemetery.

“Not with our naked eyes, but we will through the camera lens.”

“Naked eyes, huh?”  He grabbed her for a kiss.  “I like for more of you to be naked than just your eyes.”

“Be serious,” she cautioned him.  “We’re in the presence of the dead.”  Then she bumped him with her hip.  “Come on, I’ll show you where I took the picture of the glowing tombstone.”

Patrick held her hand.  “Glowing tombstone?  Are you sure it just wasn’t a reflection?”

“No, I tested it with a myriad of scientific methods,” she stuck her tongue out at him.  “No, seriously.  I checked.  It’s not a reflective surface.”  Leaning closer to him, she whispered. “It’s because it’s the grave of a mad-man,” and then she laughed in a way that he knew she thought was menacing.  But it was just cute.

“Okay’ll bite.  What kind of a madman is buried here?”

“Actually, it’s a whole family of mad-men.”  She led up to a line of stark white tombstones.  They were so old the names were faded and barely distinguishable.  “These are the Kilcreases.  And there name is apt.  They killed one another right and left.”  She pointed at the first headstone.  “This is Abe Kilcrease and he pushed his brother Silas here in the well and broke his neck.  And this is Henry and he killed his other brother Lawrence with an axe.  And lastly, this is Frank.  He was just nuts, which is understandable when you live with a family like this.  He was the last to die and toward the end of his life, he just walked the streets mumbling.  They say he came to the graveyard every day and would visit his relatives here.  Then he would stumble home and if he passed anyone on the street he would tell them, “Well, I went to the cemetery and they were all still there.”

Patrick couldn’t help but get amused at her tale.  “Okay, what next.”

“Let’s turn out the flashlight and just stand here in the dark and take pictures and video.  I’ll take the photos and you turn on the camera to take the movie, and here – you hold the digital recorder.”

“It’s a good thing I came,” he commented dryly.

“Yes, it is.  I knew you’d come in handy eventually.”

“I’ll show you how handy I can be as soon as I get you naked.”

“Promises. Promises.”  He made a grab for her, but she evaded him.  “Behave, Patrick.  You’re scaring away my spooks.”

“Okay.”  He watched her work.  She took this stuff quite seriously.  And by all accounts she was good at it.

“Hello, we’ve come here out of respect and love.  We are attempting to make contact with you just to prove to ourselves that life exists beyond the grave and that you’re not really gone.  If you would like to say something or send a message, we would be honored to hear it.”

Dang, she was sweet