Chapter Eight

Savannah

Every night since I met Brandon I went to sleep with the vision of him in my mind and woke up thinking of him.

I can’t believe I’m here.

In his bed.

I straddle him and kiss down his chest, relishing in the fact that his skin pebbles with goosebumps with each graze of my lips.

When I get to his black boxer briefs, I pause, look up at him and almost bust out laughing when I see the giant smile spread on his face.

I rise up onto my knees, let out a little giggle, and watch as Brandon’s eyes once again take in my naked body, feeling it like it’s a physical caress.

My fingers make a figure-eight motion through his chest hair and I lean down, letting the coarseness rub against my soft skin, the friction bringing out a moan in each of us.

Slowly I bring my mouth to his, allowing my tongue to sneak out, slipping past his parted lips. He cranes his neck, meeting me before releasing one of his hands from behind his head to grip the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

I have never been kissed by someone like this before.

Like he’s consuming me.

Wants to be consumed by me.

It’s more than just two bodies craving each other.

Deeper.

The connection is in my soul.

Seeking him.

Matching him.

Finding him and discovering, with every touch, that it won’t let go.

I don’t know Brandon.

Not really.

But something about him tells me that it doesn’t matter.

Because my heart?

It knows him.

It’s been closed off for so long.

And suddenly it’s beating again.

Feeling again.

I pull away, keeping our bodies centered as I look down at him.

“Savannah,” he says my name like it’s a prayer, closing his eyes for a brief moment. When he opens them, they’re impossibly darker.

“Let me play you a song, Brandon.”

His nostrils flare at my words.

“I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t let you do, Savannah.”

I nod, knowing exactly what he means as I shimmy down his legs, letting my fingers trail along the muscular edges of his abs.

I wrap my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pull them down as I crawl backward off his body.

As soon as they’re freed from his legs, I make the trek back up his body, stopping mid-way.

His fingers slip into my hair, tugging lightly as I wrap my lips around his length.

“Oh fucccckkkk,” he groans as his grip tightens.

I hum against him, the same tune he was playing… me.

He plays my spine, up and down as his hips start pumping in tune with my mouth moving up and down.

I suck him in deeply as he groans out, “Oh yeah, just like that.”

A few more beats and he’s had all he can take, hauling me up and twisting until I’m laid out under him.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You, under me, sexy hair fanned out on my pillow and lips swollen from kissing me, sucking me. Could stare at this every single day. And it’s about to get a whole lot better. You covered?” he asks me to which I nod. “I’m clean. I swear. Never ungloved but this? This isn’t just tonight, is it?”

“Oh damn I hope not,” I tease, reaching around to squeeze his rock hard ass.

He chuckles. “No. Definitely not just tonight. But…”

“Just you and me, Brandon.” I reassure him, knowing that he’s not just talking about sex. “I want to feel you. All of you. I don’t know why and I can’t explain it.”

“You don’t have to. I feel it too.”

His hips shift slightly and he slides into me.

We both groan.

My eyes roll into the back of my head.

His forehead drops to the crook of my neck.

“I’m going to have to ask you not to move for a moment or two. I’ve never felt anything this good. In. My. Life.”

I don’t respond, I don’t have to.

He knows.

That I feel it too.

He sucks in a breath and begins pumping his hips, his movements slow and smooth as he rocks into me.

I rub my hands up and down his strong back.

“So good,” I mumble.

“Yeah.”

He twists his hips off center just a touch, hitting that spot so deep inside that I immediately see stars.

My eyes widen, and I gasp for breath.

“Oh right there! Ohhhhmmyyyyygosh Brandon!”

He begins moving faster and faster, and I wrap my legs around his slim waist while he takes both my hands in one of his, moving them up to the headboard.

His fingers trail down my forearms, my upper arms, over my neck and to my breasts, squeezing one roughly before pinching the tip causing me to gasp.

“So close,” I groan.

“Come. Come with me. It’s never been this good. Never,” he grunts.

“Agghh!” My breath hitches as my orgasm rolls over me in waves.

“Unnhhhh,” he grunts as he follows me.

We lay catching our breath for several beats before he lifts his head and smiles. Kisses me on the lips, my nose, my temple.

“You need to clean up?”

“Yeah. That’d be good.”

“Want me to show you where the bathroom is?” His eyes twinkle as he says it, reminding me that we didn’t take the time earlier for an official tour of his home.