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

now pictures of him on the fireplace mantle.  That had to be a good sign.  The first step up to their bedroom creaked like he knew it would, but he didn’t care.  He moved up the stairs swiftly and was soon standing outside their bedroom door.  Closing his eyes, he thanked God that he was home.

She always slept with the door partially closed and when Patrick pushed it open slowly, it squeaked.  Frozen in place with the door all the way open, Patrick caught a glimpse of Savannah sprawled out on the bed. She was on her left side just like she always was the second her head hit the pillow. In her arms she held a pillow, snuggling it like she used to snuggle his arm that he kept wrapped around her at night. The blankets were bunched up at her feet and the moonlight that shone through the window landed perfectly on Savannah's perfect heart-shaped ass.

Patrick stepped closer to the bed, quiet on his feet for a big man.  He stood over Savannah's tiny body and when he reached a hand slowly down to touch her shoulder, she stirred and rolled over onto her back, her shirt coming up in the front exposing smooth, creamy skin.  His cock stiffened, his considerable length testing the stitching of his jeans.

Patrick looked away, trying to regain control, and when he saw that his picture had been removed from her night table, his hard-on was forced down with tht familiar dreadful feeling of being forgotten.

"Patrick," Savannah moaned in her sleep.

When he looked back down at her, he was sure he'd see her looking back up at him, but her eyes were still shut.  “I’m here, Love.”

"Come here, Baby," Savannah breathed, calling out to him from slumberland.  She wiggled her ass on the bed.  He was a bit amused, she must be dreaming about him right now.  The blood rushed back into Patrick's cock.

Kneeling down, he slowly traced a finger over the soft, defined lines of Savannah’s stomach. She bucked her hips ever so slightly. The moonlight now shone on the front of Savannah's panties and Patrick watched her pussy move back and forth while she had her way with him in her dream.

But a soft finger across her stomach wasn't going to be enough to satiate Patrick's hunger, so his hand wandered further south, over Savannah's soft mound and found the front of her panties.  “Are you awake, Savannah?” he whispered.  She was moist, slick, ready. He rubbed the damp bulge of her clit with two fingers and Savannah moaned, but didn't wake.

Slowly and almost silently, Patrick undid the fly of his jeans with his free hand and his fat, swollen cock forced the zipper all the way down. There was already a dark spot in his underwear from the precum he was leaking. He wasn't sure if he could recall an erection this firm before and he slipped a finger into the side of Savannah's panties and massaged her wet lips, sliding all the way up then back down. She was wet, just like he liked her.  “You feel so good.”

"Patrick." Savannah breathed his name again, this time louder.  “I want you.”

He buried his entire finger deep inside of her and bent over to kiss her stomach while he stroked his cock with his other hand.

"I’ve got to have you, Baby,” he whispered.  He slid his fingertip in and out, slowly, enjoying her velvety folds with every nerve-ending in his fingers. Savannah ground down on his hand and he again thrust deep inside of her.  Another moan and Patrick kissed her stomach again, kissed it right above her panty line. He was close enough to smell her and it was driving him wild. She had to be awake – there was no way she could react like this and still be asleep.  He rubbed the soft head of his cock with the palm of his hand, igniting all the feelings in his body and moved into position with his head near her pussy.

He gently pushed her legs open a few inches.

He smiled when she gave willingly. "Good girl."

He kissed her inner thigh first, his tongue dancing across her smooth, soft skin until it found the damp fabric of her panties. But this wasn't enough, so Patrick hooked a finger into the scrap of silk, pulled them aside and let his tongue slice all the way up from the bottom of Savannah's slit, to the top. She bucked again and Patrick licked her clit. He could have stayed there for hours, but he wanted to be inside of her more.  He had missed her so much.  So Patrick pulled his pants off and moved into position between her legs. He held himself up with powerful, strained arms. “I need you, Savannah.   Am I welcome?”

In seeming answer, she parted her legs and lifted her hips.  Patrick felt Savannah's heat when he drew close, it radiated off of her and the tip of his dick twitched. Reaching down between her legs, Patrick moved Savannah's panties aside and guided his thick cock into her wet, warm pussy.  "Mmmm," Savannah groaned again.  He slid the tip of his dick into her, letting her honey coat every inch. Smoothly, he slid it all the way out again and then all the way back in. Savannah thrust her hips up, meeting Patrick's strokes.  It was just too much.  He was so aroused that he came right away, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out and struggled to keep himself upright while his seed pumped out of his balls and into Savannah.  For a few moments more, he enjoyed the feeling of being inside of her – then he pulled out and carefully got off the bed.

From outside, Patrick heard a noise, a rustling in the bushes outside Savannah's window. He watched Savannah stir and rolled back over onto her left side. What if it was Lucas?  Patrick pulled his pants back on and raced out of