SAVANNAH
When we got to bed, we cuddled on the bed for almost what seemed like forever. I was facing the windows, watching the curtain blow and the hue of the moonlight while Rafe embraced me from behind.
It was past one o’clock, according to the digital clock on the nightstand. It was peaceful; the air was cool but not too cold. Rafe’s body heat helped calm down my senses. We weren’t talking, just feeling and hearing each other’s presence and breathing.
“When did you realize you wanted to be with me?” I whispered because it was too quiet.
“Ever since I saw you.”
I hummed. “But you must have wanted someone before. After all, you are a very healthy and fine young man.”
I felt his body twitch. “Perhaps, but I never wanted anyone as badly as you. I’ve thought about you since you gave me back my phone.”
I squeezed in closer to his body. “That’s nice. I’ve thought about you too. A lot. Can I tell you something?”
“Go ahead,” he answered, a little curious.
If I couldn’t tell him I love him yet, maybe I would tell him something along those lines. “I think I care about you more than I should. I know this is supposed to be just a play you want to act in front of your dad, but you mean more to me now.”
He didn’t answer. I waited for a few beats, but he still didn’t.
“Are you sleepy?”
“No. I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
“If I’m doing this right.”
“With me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you have done nothing to piss me off so far.” I giggled. I meant it as a joke.
“I’m serious.”
“Do you still think you’re not doing this right? Is it because of what happened with Gill?”
“It’s one thing.”
I turned to face him. I was bothered by how I couldn’t tell him everything I felt because I was worried about freaking him out. It was ironic how I told him we should communicate more, but here I was, holding back.
“Maybe we can stop overthinking and do this however we want.”
“You’re right.” I got up and then positioned myself on top of him. “Apparently, you already do whatever I want. It’s my turn.”
I started kissing his neck. Rafe could be affectionate. He knew exactly what I wanted, and he knew I would accept him whatever he did with me. This time, I wanted to be the one in control. I wanted to please him.
He grabbed my wrist. “Wait.”
I rose to see his face. His expression filled with lust. “Please, let me.”
He hesitated, but eventually, he released my hand.
I brought my mouth to his neck. Leisurely, my mouth trailed down his collarbone to his chest. I searched for the edge of his shirt and lifted it. I glided his fingers to his hard pectoral muscle. I cupped him and brought my wet lips to his nipple.
He groaned quietly. I licked him, circled my tongue, and sucked the bud hard as if it was a sweet dessert I was consuming.
He let out another feral groan. Warmth flowed through me. He was aroused as I was. I was happy I could please him. And when I was done with another, I claimed the untouched crown, ensuring it wasn’t neglected.
But this still wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more of him, to taste every inch of his body. I continued to kiss him down his stomach and his defined eight-pack abs. Each line and bulge was touched delicately by my mouth, coaxing and urging. And with each of my kisses, his breathing deepened.
I couldn’t delay anymore. I reached for the garter of his sweatpants. I freed the ties of his fly.
His gaze narrowed as he studied me. “What are you doing to me?” he said gruffly.
My cheeks reddened. “You don’t want to?”
“You’ve already taken the initiative but are still embarrassed?”
I shook my head, telling him I wasn’t. I could feel the lingering frustration of my eagerness and growing arousal.
By the time I thought he’d really stop me, he had lifted his buttocks and pushed his pants down to get rid of it to free his cock. The hard, needy thing sprang free.
“Take it until I come,” he instructed.
I knelt in front of him, smiling. Boldly, I cupped his cock in my hand and fondled him in my palms. It grew even bigger and stiffened when I touched it.
Whoa.
Rafe’s manhood was beautiful. The reddish head glistened with precum, the length was smooth with heavy veins, and he only had a few pubic hairs. I knew what I wanted to do. I had a taste of it, but I was still definitely star-struck.
“Take it easy. Play with your tongue.”
I held his cock with both of my hands. Gently stroked it up and down for a few moments.
“Kiss it.”
I followed his order. I lowered my head and brought my lips to the edge of the very head of his cock. It was as if I was kissing his mouth. I fluttered my tongue across the underside, the top, and the bottom of the head while fisting him to the root. He was just too delectable.
His hand pushed into my hair, tugging me. “Yes. Fuck. That’s right. Keep sucking…”
The sounds he made filled with the sweetest agony.
My head bobbed as I pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while I massaged his heavy balls. I ran my tongue along his length, tilting my head to the side to caress the rest. Then I brought the head back into my mouth, like diving into the deep sea. His size was almost exactly in my mouth because he was big.
“Savi, you suck me so good.”
He held both sides of my face to take over. He thrust his hips. Fucking my mouth. My knees were uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I wanted to take all of him.
He drove me crazy. I felt worn, but it felt too good at the same time, especially every time he groaned. I got carried away by the erotic and greedy acts too. He made me feel as if I was great at doing blow jobs.
Rafe began to swell, growing thicker and longer against my lips. “I’m coming.” His voice was guttural. “Oh, Savi…”
The spurt of his semen was thick. I find it difficult for me to swallow. Still mindless in satisfaction, Rafe continued to thrust his cock against the back of my throat. Every plunge was pulsating in my mouth. My eyes watered, my eyes rang, and my lungs burned. But I still pumped him with my mouth, milked him until his every last drop.
My entire body shuddered as I took everything he had. The sound he made and his pleasure was my prize. He made it so gratifying.
Rafe pulled me back to bed and rolled over on top of me.
“Oh, baby. The things you do to me.” He wiped the semen on my mouth with his thumb. His gaze on me was searing.
“I want more. I need you, Rafe. Inside of me.”
His nostrils flared with unstoppable need. Rising to his chest, he lifted my nightgown and yanked my lace panties down. Then he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and swiftly rolled it on his cock. He rubbed the tip to the lips of my pussy, playing with it first. He stared into my eyes tenderly as he did.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
I nodded. I wanted to tell him he didn’t need my permission. After all, this was what I wanted: Rafe buried deep inside me as many times as I could.
His cock entered me slowly, closing his eyes as he did. I could feel my pussy lips expanding. When he was fully inside me, he plunged hard and fast. “I’ve never been so hard and thick. Only with you,” he muttered as he thrust himself with raw force.
As if his pace wasn’t fast enough, Rafe fucked me at a brutal pace. I couldn’t hold back my voice anymore. I cried deliriously with so much pleasure as he melted my core. My nails dug into his pumping ass, and the savage sounds of our wet, sloppy sex echoed in the four corners of his bedroom.
“Rafe, I’m… I’m going to... Oh, gosh… “ My entire body felt like it was going to explode.
“Come for me,” he ordered harshly.
I climaxed in a rush that had me sobbing his name. The sensation was pure ecstasy magnified by the way he worshiped my body.
“Ah, Savi!” He continued pounding into me. His pumps were always harsher when he was close.
Rafe grumbled long and hard when he found his release. He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly. Our chest heaving for air.
“Wow.”
“Sex with you was always great, Savi.”
I had no idea how long we lay like that. A long silence followed a wild, delicious storm. I was sore to my core, but I was calm.
Finally, with a soft kiss on my forehead, he pulled out of me semi-hard. He removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue, then tossed the thing at the waste bin by the nightstand.
“You’re not really going to let me sleep, are you? How do you feel?” He watched me with his hands resting on his waist. His grin was breathtaking.
I laughed. “I feel phenomenal.”
“Move a little.” He sat back on the bed and put out wet wipes. He gently parted my legs and wiped the sides of my pussy clean. His expression was soft, and the curl on the sides of his lips was affectionate.
“Thank you.”
“Because I’m cleaning your pussy?”
“No, because you’re so good to me.”
He grabbed my panties on the foot of the bed and slid them back on. “You’re welcome. But you need to sleep. We need to be early for breakfast.”
“Another family norm?”
“Yes. I’ll just clean up in the bathroom.” He went into the bathroom, giving me a luscious view of his fine ass and sculpted back. I sighed in pure female appreciation. Smiling, I grabbed my phone to set up an alarm.