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But Gavin doesn’t stop. He presses his face into me harder and groans, lashing at me with his tongue, his fingers still tunneling in and out of me. He raises his mouth up just a tad, just enough to growl against me, “One more, Savannah. Give me one more. ”
He’s relentless, frantically moving his lips and tongue over me, in me, out of me… raising his mouth every so often to urge me onward… upward. “Come again, Sweet. I f**king need you to come again. I want you destroyed by my tongue. ”
And he destroys me again, this time a slower burst but no less powerful. My entire body quakes and tears spill warmly down my cheeks, as a long moan pours out of my mouth. My fingers are latched onto his head. I flex and swivel my hips, mashing myself against his mouth to draw out every last bit of pleasure he’s dealing me.
When one last, but strong shudder works its way through me, Gavin finally lifts his mouth. It’s glistening wet, and his eyes are heavy and languid. He stares at me, almost in fascination, and his lips curve upward. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says quietly, his hands going to my legs and stroking me softly.
I’m utterly spent… boneless… not an ounce of strength left in me.
Gavin slowly stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Bending over me slightly, he cups the back of my thighs with his big hands and lifts my legs up. Then he pulls them open wide while I just watch him in fascination. He stares at me between my legs and leans forward a bit. My ass is still hanging on the edge of the bed, and I start to scoot backward to give him some room to come up here with me.
He just shakes his head and says, “Don’t move. ”
Leaning forward a bit more, Gavin pushes on the backs of my thighs, pushing them closer to my chest until my ass raises up just a tiny bit. He steps in closer, releasing one leg and grabbing his cock. His eyes never leave my pu**y as he guides himself to me. Dipping his legs a bit, he angles his h*ps and places himself at my core. I can feel just how wet I am when he rubs the head of his erection against me. When he taps his c**k against my clit, a mini burst of pleasure courses through me, and I groan.
“Going to f**k you now, Sweet,” he warns me, but it’s not needed. I’m aching with the need for him to take me, and I answer by tilting my h*ps so I rub against him.
Gavin hisses between his teeth and then leans over me, pushing inside of me just an inch. He’s huge… a wide, long, lovely hardness that feels so silky soft at the same time. His eyes close briefly, then open again, and he pushes in just a bit more.
“Christ, you’re tight. So wet, hot, and tight, and I think I’m going to die,” he says.
For all the carnal rage that has been happening these past several minutes, his words are so solemn that I get the feeling he’s experiencing something that is solitary and foreign.
Of course, this is all solitary and foreign to me, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
His eyes lift to mine and we stare at each other, a silent understanding between us that after he pushes all the way in—after he completes his possession—that things aren’t going to be the same for either one of us. Whether we are together or apart, whether this never happens again, this will be an amazingly, unique experience for both of us.
My hand reaches up and, for the first time, I touch him. On his lower abdomen, just below his navel. I trail my fingers lightly over his skin, fingering the coarse hair that starts there and moves down in a blazing glory to the massive erection that’s a quarter sunk between my legs.
“Give it all to me,” I tell him… in a soft command, but a command nonetheless. “All of it. ”
Gavin groans and then pushes all the way into me, all the way down, down, down until his pelvis is mashed against mine. His chest heaves in and out, but his eyes never leave me.
“Do you feel that, Sweet?”
“Yes,” I murmur, because I feel every inch of him.
“Did you feel that exact moment?” he asks, almost urgently.
“I felt it,” I reassure him.
Because I felt it to the absolute center of my soul. The moment that he just completely possessed me, when his body grabbed ahold of mine and laid claim to it. When he just ruined me for anything else.
I felt it. He felt it.
It was beautiful and scorching, and I’m terrified over what it all means.
Gavin starts moving inside of me, luxurious strokes, and I can feel him branding every inch of me. He holds my legs spread, still standing flat-footed on the floor but leaning over me to get just the right angle. He hits me deep, over and over again. His movements are measured, his pace quickening. I note the way the muscles on the side of his neck strain and the lines of tension around his mouth tighten. His brow furrows inward, but his eyes look pained with the need to release.
He f**ks me harder… faster, angling his body over me so he’s tunneling down and in, back out again, then oh so deep once more.
It’s beautiful, it’s freeing, it’s everything I ever wanted from a man before, but never really knew existed.
Gavin surprises me by moving his arms under my lower back, raising a knee to the bed, and lifting me slightly. He moves his entire body, cradling mine with it, and laying me back down into the middle of my mattress. His h*ps never miss a beat, continuing his rhythm. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me while he f**ks me. His tongue moves slower than the beat of his c**k within me, and I’m so overwhelmed by sensation that I miss the rumbling cl**ax start in my center once again.
It pulses over me, through my body, and my legs come up to wrap around Gavin’s hips. He goes harder… impossibly hard, and I cry out as I become lost in a sea of pleasurable release.
Gavin thrusts forcefully into me… one last time, raising his body up, supported by his palms flat on the mattress. He looks directly at me, goes absolutely still, and whispers, “I’m coming, Sweet. I’m coming just for you. ”
Then he shudders hard and squeezes his eyes shut. His arms give away and he falls on top of me, his h*ps now shallowly pumping between my legs as he groans into the hair on the side of my head.
“Just for you,” he whispers again before he goes completely still and lets out a huge breath of air against me.
17
Savannah drives the Jeep a little uncertainly… timidly, and I’m convinced we’re going to get stuck in the soft sand as she maneuvers the vehicle onto the beach. We had borrowed Casey’s Jeep, and I was shocked to learn that she had been in her bedroom the entire time I was f**king Savannah, who was apparently not concerned with screaming the house down.
I smile as I watch the way she tentatively hits the gas, urging the Jeep along a path of tire tracks that had been laid before us. When we were in her bed together, her boldness came through. The second time we went at it, she surprised me by taking the lead, coaxing me back to life with her soft hands and equally soft lips on my skin. She pushed me onto my back, rose above me… settled down over me, and I was in heaven. She led the entire way and as I looked up at her while she pumped me to nirvana, I was amazed by the sexy confidence that shone in her eyes.
Yet, Savannah is still softy sweet and unassuming in other aspects of her life. When we were finished, and our heart rates came back under control, I suggested we go for that drive. She hesitantly asked me, “Can I take you to see the wild horses on Corolla?”
“Why so shy?” I asked her with a grin as I nipped at her lip and ran my hands over her br**sts.
She moaned lightly and didn’t say anything.
I lifted my head and looked down at her. “Why wouldn’t I want to go see the wild horses with you?”
She shrugged and lowered her gaze. “I just figured maybe you had other things to do. ”
Oh, sweet Savannah. She f**ked me like there was no tomorrow, milking me dry while she gyrated with abandonment on top of me. She forced me to come, even though I tried to hold back so I could prolong the exquisite pleasure, and when
she finished me off, she turned shy on me.
It was f**king adorable.
“Let’s go see your wild horses,” I told her and kissed her softly. “Then we’ll go eat lunch, then I’m going to take you back to my place, and I’m going to f**k you again… and again. ”
She blushed prettily, and then we got dressed.
“You see the fencing that extends into the ocean?” She points out to the right as the Jeep lurches and groans over the quickening sand.
I look over to see thick, wooden logs—a foot in diameter—rising up vertically, extending out into the ocean. The waves crash against them, and I see the flash of metal rungs hung in between them to make a barrier through the water.
“It’s so the horses can’t leave this protected area,” she says and then points back over her shoulder to the road we just left. “There is cattle grating behind us. They won’t walk over it, so they keep contained to this part of the island. ”
I’ll admit… I’m excited about seeing these horses that live on the beach, eat the wild sea oats, and drink puddled rainwater. She told me all about the little beauties as we got dressed, but I struggled to pay attention to what she was saying as she shimmed into her underwear. I had to restrain myself from tearing them off her and pushing my tongue between her legs again.
As we were leaving Savannah’s house, I noticed some framed photos on the wall in her living room. They were framed in whitewashed wood… four of them mounted side by side. They were of the exact horses we were on our way to see, and I had never seen anything more beautiful. The pictures were taken at sunrise, as the sun was halfway lifted from the depths of the Atlantic horizon. The sky was a beautiful pink and orange, with dusky blue clouds that hung low on the water’s edge. Four horses stood knee deep in waves that repetitively rolled onto the beach, three adults and a tiny foal. Three of the photos showcased all the horses, but the last photo was just of the baby horse as it frolicked in the surf. She caught it perfectly, kicking its spindly legs out behind its awkward body.
“Are these the Corolla horses?” I asked.
“Yeah. The herd is much larger though. ”
“These are amazing,” I commented as I studied them. “Where did you get them?”
“Oh, I took those a few years ago. One of the lucky times I got to see the horses in the surf. That’s a rarity. ”
I turned to look at her in disbelief. “You took these?”
I was astounded. The lighting was perfect, the angle and composition flawless. It was the type of work you’d see hung in an art gallery.
She just smiled at me shyly, and I said, “I want to buy these from you. ”
She blinked at me once and said, “I’ll make you some prints and give them to you. ”
Shaking my head, I insisted. “No… I want these. Exactly as they’re framed. How much?”
Savannah looked at me as if I was an oddity she had never beheld before. “I’ll give them to you,” she insisted.
“No, I’ll buy them. ”
“Then you won’t get them,” she said and turned to walk out the door.
Gone was the shy woman of five minutes ago, and in her place was a woman in command.
Utterly f**king fascinating.
Savannah turns the Jeep to the left, onto hard-packed sand where we’re not in danger of getting stuck, heading north up the beach. It’s absolutely deserted, as she said it would be in the dead of winter, but several rows of tire tracks lets me know that other vehicles have been down this route today.
We drive for a few hundred yards and come up on a truck parked in the middle of the wide stretch of sand. I see a man and a woman, bundled up in winter gear, fishing in the surf. Savannah waves at them as we drive slowly past, and they wave back.
She keenly searches the distance in front of us, vainly seeking the elusive horses.
“I don’t come here that much, but it’s really hard to catch them on the beach. They mostly stay on the other side of the dunes, back among the houses over there,” she says as she points out. “We’ll definitely see some once we turn off. ”