Chapter 18
To The Edge
Mike
Savannah was so very warm and pliable beneath him. He loved her body. He loved the sounds she made, her scent, the sweet, heady taste of her. She’d driven him to the brink, further than she’d ever taken him before. He felt as wild with need as he loomed over her, covering her sweet curves with his angular, rigid muscles, as he had when she had her mouth wrapped around his cock.
How was it possible to want her so much so soon?
He actually felt like if he wasn’t inside of her he would go insane. Maybe he was there already. Rational thought wasn’t currently possible at the moment so he couldn’t even begin to evaluate…
Savannah rolled her hips under him, rocking right into his aching cock. He vibrated with the movement. He couldn’t keep himself still, couldn’t go gentle or return the favor she’d given him. It didn’t look like she wanted him to either, if the way her pelvis kept crashing into his was any indication.
He reached down, rucked her dress up around her hips and pushed those pretty red lace panties to the side. She was so wet, soaking wet. She’d soaked through her damn panties. With one swift movement he fitted the head of his cock right to her entrance. God, she was so tight and warm. He had to grind his teeth to keep himself from plunging right in and lasting for all of three pumps. How was it that she always did this to him? Surely the more he had her, the less he should want her? It was the exact opposite. The more they did this, the more his hunger for her grew. She was an appetite he would never truly sate.
“Mike, oh my god…” Savannah whimpered under him. She rocked her hips again and because she was entirely soaked, he slid in an inch. He barely resisted the urge to slam into her and keep slamming in, until they were both drenched in sweat and screaming each other’s names.
“Savannah, I can’t wait,” he panted. He was barely managing to keep himself from falling on top of her and crushing her at the moment.
“I need you. I don’t want you to wait.”
Oh god, she didn’t know what she was asking for. He felt like a beast about to be unleashed. Unleashed in a way she’d never experienced before.
When she lifted her hips and tucked one leg around his waist, digging her heel into his leg and then up towards his ass, it was clear that she was more than willing to go on the ride with him.
He plunged in with a single swift stroke. She was so tight, her body closing in around him. Her heel dug frantically into his leg as she rocked with him. He couldn’t control himself. He was rocking hard, uncontrolled, thrusting wildly, filling her up completely. She took him, stretched for him, bucked with him. Their hips ground together, bone on bone, slick sticky skin meeting skin.
He could actually scent her arousal, the scent of how fucking turned on she was and it did something to him. It drove him into a place he had never been before, a place of complete, utter abandon.
She was wild too, her ragged breath in his ear, her whimpers and moans filling up the car. They joined with the animal sounds dragged from his own throat. They lost themselves in each other, his frenzied thrusts and her frantic grinding.
When her climax took her, she screamed his name. Her nails scored his shoulders and his back. The tremors that rocked Savannah, the tight clench of her muscles clutching around him, it all sent him over the edge. He thrust harder, harder, before he remembered that he had to pull out. He did it quickly, spilling himself in hot bursts over her stomach. Luckily her dress was pulled up far enough out of the way that it was spared.
The air in the car was humid, steamy, the windows actually fogged up. He’d never done that before, never imagined he would, but with her, it seemed right. She was always right, always perfect, always beautiful to him.
“What- uh- what are we going to do now?”
He leaned up and stared at the wet strands streaking across her stomach. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He had nothing in the car at all and they were in the middle of nowhere.
“Uh…”
“It’s okay. I’ll just pull my dress over it. I’ll shower at your place and we can wash it there.”
“No. Here.” He dug around at the base of the seat and finally produced his boxers. “I don’t need these anyway.”
She laughed softly. “You know, I would tend to agree with that. I think it would be way hotter if you walked around without them on under your jeans. It might be a nice surprise for me one day.”
He groaned. “Careful. It’s pretty cramped back here and I imagine you could use a stretch as badly as I could. You’re not going to get one if you keep that kind of talk up.”
Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a challenge I might accept.”
He could have died. She really was trying to slay him with her sultry looks and her wicked desires. God, he loved it. He loved her.
“You know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. She was suddenly serious, her smile fading at his tone. “I’m really happy that you came back into my life. And I’m so blessed that we have a healthy, beautiful son. I’m never going to take any of this for granted. I want you to know that.”
This time, when her lips met his, the kiss was soft and gentle, tender and compassionate, but no less full of heat. He didn’t tell her that he loved her, but he didn’t need to. She already knew. She didn’t tell him either, but he sensed it, and that was so much more than he’d ever dared dream of.