“I want to. . .I just. . .”
“Here.” Beau flipped them over so that he was lying on the bed and she was sitting on his hips, his penis wedged between them.
“You’re in control. Take your time.”
“I’ve never done it this way. What if I’m bad at it?”
Beau looked at her as if she had grown a third head.
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t be bad at this if you tried. Believe me.”
He watched in amazement as Savannah’s face morphed from fear to determination. A small crinkling of the skin between her eyes appeared as she focused on his erection, gripping it in her hands as she lifted onto her knees. She sucked in her bottom lip, biting the soft flesh as she guided him to her opening.
The tips of her long blonde hair rubbed against the tops of his knees as she sank down, inch by agonizing inch until she was fully seated.
“Oh my. . .” The words were the softest of whispers between her lips. She looked back at him, their eyes locking and holding.
“Put your hands on my chest and rock your hips. Go at whatever speed feels good. Okay?”
She gave a swift nod and then followed his instructions. He couldn’t believe that she’d only ever had missionary-style sex it seemed. What kind of men had she dated before?
It didn’t take her long to get the hang of the motion, and soon their slick bodies were slapping together, the noise echoing in the room. Shifting their bodies, Beau slipped out of Savannah’s body, her whimper letting him know that she protested the change. He moved behind her, pushing at her shoulders until she was on her hands and knees, the same position he had dreamed about when he stayed with her all week.
Only seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity before he thrust back inside her sex.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he squeezed one of the round globes of her ass, waiting for her body to adjust to the new position.
Her body rocked back against his and Beau took that as the green light. He started slowly, then quickened the pace until he could barely see straight.
“I’m so close,” she cried, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
His gaze was fixated on her ass as he pushed into her, the skin pink from the slap he landed just a moment before. With the way Savannah’s core clenched around his shaft, Beau knew that she liked it.
Something he was going to remember for later.
“Beau,” she moaned, her head shifting side to side as she sought her release.
“Touch yourself. Let me see it.”
One of her fists dislodged from the blanket and she reached beneath her body. Beau was already close to his own release, but the moment he felt the brush of her fingers against his cock from where she rubbed her clit, he was a goner.
Beau held off until he felt the waves of an orgasm gripping his cock and then let himself go.
Together they laid in a heap on the bed, her smaller body under his much larger one, but neither of them cared as their sweat mixed and their chests heaved for air.
“Wow,” Savannah murmured, turning her head to face him. Beau bent his arm, resting his head on his palm, as he reached over with the other to push aside the hair covering Savannah’s face. Her hair was damp from sweat and stuck to his fingers as he tucked it behind her ear.
“That was amazing,” he told her, ignoring the feeling of frustration as his dick withdrew from her channel.
“Can we do it again?” she said with a smile and he was definitely not one to disappoint.
Unfortunately, both of their stomachs had different ideas in mind as they seemed to speak to each other in tongues, requesting sustenance.
“Maybe we should eat first,” he joked and Savannah laughed as she turned over and sought out her shirt from earlier. Beau did the same with his boxers; they were barely dressed and made their way to the kitchen.
Beau worked around the space, making the earlier decided-upon meal, while Savannah watched from a bar stool with a glass of white wine he poured.
It was a new experience for Beau, cooking for someone and having them in his home, but it wasn’t unpleasant. If anything, he liked it a bit too much.
Somehow this woman had wormed her way under Beau’s skin and he was having a hard time imagining his life without her in it.
And that was bad news all around.