“Yes,” Savannah groaned as I worked her heat, following every whimper
and shiver until she was on the edge. And so was I.
She slipped her arm between us and unfastened my jeans, then took my
length in her hand. With a moan, she ground her hips against me, her body
trembling as her fingers deftly stroked me. The forest around us faded away
as my desire intensified to an agonizing height.
When she dropped her head back and screamed my name, my release hit
me like an explosion tearing across every nerve ending in my body. Pure
ecstasy like I’d never experienced before pulsed through me. I felt like a
godsdamned teenager.
What the fuck?
My chest heaved as I cradled Savannah’s spent body, our breaths mixing.
She straightened her spine and looked up at me with a vixen smile. “That was
amazing.”
It was. Better than any sex I’d ever had. And that was alarming. Whatever
connection I’d felt with Savannah had now grown tenfold, and I knew for
certain that the image of me deep inside her would relentlessly haunt my
thoughts until I gave in.
“You are amazing.” I drew her close and kissed her gently, nipping her
lower lip before releasing her and lifting her out of the water onto the grass. I
kissed the pale skin of her inner thighs, feeling heat coil inside of me again.
“Now I need a dip to cool off.”
I pushed away from her, and she smirked at me. “You sure you don’t
want company?”
Hell, I could smell her own budding desire.
“You’re torturing me,” I grunted, not sure how strong my willpower was.
Something had changed.
I turned and dove underwater, trying to focus on anything but the sweet
taste of her mouth and the slick wetness I’d found between her legs.
I was a fucking goner.