Raw Deal(21)

       
           



       

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Savannah responded by plunging her  fingers into his hair and pulling him down for a kiss, into which he  fell willingly. On his lips she tasted him and herself, finding the  blend highly erotic; they were delicious together.

But then, to her great confusion, he slid to her side and pulled her  back to him, wrapping those amazing arms tight around her and nuzzling  her neck. The evidence of his arousal pressed into her backside, through  his jeans-how the fuck hadn't she gotten him out of them yet?-but he  made no motion to try to slake it.

"Mike?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you want . . . ?"

A chuckle ruffled the hair at her ear. "Oh, yeah. You'd better believe I want."

"Me too. So what are you waiting for?"

"Still sure about this?"

"More than ever."

"You might not feel the same in the morning."

"I don't care about the morning. We'll deal with it when it comes."

He kissed her neck, pushing her hair away from her skin there and behind  her ear. Savannah had to giggle when she realized he was still looking  for hearts. But her smile faltered when an unpleasant thought took root  in her mind, growing and unfurling and taking over before she could stop  it. "How will you feel in the morning? Do you think I'm horrible?"

"No, Jesus, no. It's you I'm worried about. I already know what I am."

"You're not-"

"Shh. It's okay."

Oh, frustrating man. But his hand had slipped between them, working his  belt and then the buttons of his fly, and her entire body clenched in  anticipation. His other arm, wrapped up from underneath her, still held  her fast against him. She loved that, the strength, the possession. The  heat of his bare cock slid against her ass and she turned her face  deeper into the pillow, hoping she knew what she was getting herself  into. Despite an amazing orgasm, her entire lower body surged with  renewed need.

Letting her hand creep back between their bodies, she took him in her  grasp, so hot, so hard. His hand clenched on her arm and he dropped his  head to her neck while she played, giving him light strokes from base to  tip, teasing the thick ridge of his crown. No doubt about it; he was  going to feel magnificent.

When suddenly he shoved her over on her stomach, she gasped, her heart  leaping happily into her throat. His hands stroked down her back,  following the curves of her body to her ass, where he gave a gentle  smack. "Number three."

She giggled. The third heart was just above her right cheek. "One more to go. I bet you never find it."

"I kind of hate the guy who got to give you these."

"Nothing for you to hate."

"I do have some good news for you," he said, piquing her interest.

"Oh yeah?"

He leaned down to kiss her on her tattoo, then moved his teasing lips to  the base of her spine. She shivered. "You don't have to shoplift  condoms this time," he murmured against her skin, and she laughed.

"No? Not this time?"

In answer, she crawled off her and reached over to the nightstand. Still  drifting in post-orgasmic bliss, she didn't watch, only heard his  movements: the drawer opening and closing, the box, the foil packet  tearing. The sound of latex unfurling. His jeans stripping off the rest  of the way. She could only lie there and quake, anticipation and  apprehension warring for dominance. Then he was back over her, gently  parting her thighs as she nibbled her thumb and closed her eyes.

"Beautiful," he murmured, stroking the curve of her hip and dropping an  openmouthed kiss on the back of her neck that made her tremble harder.  Big hands grasped her hips and tilted them upward for him. Gasping, she  fisted the sheets, waiting with every fiber of her being: breath, blood,  life itself.

"Still?" he asked, as she felt him guide himself to her entrance, wide  and thick, parting her folds and rubbing between them. When he was  positioned, he moved his hands to her ass cheeks, fingers digging in.

"Still," she confirmed, wiggling back against him though he held her  firm. She wanted him inside so badly right then she would have suffered  anything to have it, but just as she thought he might give her what she  needed, he pulled back with a groan.

"You're going to feel so fucking good, Savannah," he rasped.

"Then take it," she pleaded. The request, in the sweetest voice she  could muster, was all the encouragement he needed. One more slow caress  and he was there at her entrance again, his push firm to slip past her  initial resistance. There was little. She was still so wet from her  climax and his mouth there was no keeping him out. But oh, he was big.  She gasped and he paused, giving her time, but she didn't need much. She  craved more. All. Above her, he shuddered with restraint, and her  breathy words tumbled out on top of one another.                       
       
           



       

"More," she begged, trying to maneuver her legs wider, "more more more-"

All at once, his hands scooped under her body and lifted her so that she  sat on his bent legs, in a prime position for his hand to trail down  and lazily work her clit as she slid inch by agonizing inch down his  cock. She didn't know how she felt to him, but he was perfection for  her. Her eyes rolled back in her head; her head fell back on his  shoulder. His other arm crossed her body, his hand going to her opposite  breast, beading the nipple between his deft fingers, working all of her  hot spots at once. "Oh, fuck, Michael." Her head rolled toward him and  he was able to catch his name on her lips with a kiss.

"I stand corrected again," he murmured, thrusting up into her, thrusting  the very breath from her lungs. It was everything. Everything she'd  been looking for. "So goddamn perfect, Savannah. So perfect."

She whimpered an incoherent reply as their bodies met again and again,  as he reached depths in her no one had been able to discover, body and  soul. Matching his rhythm to the swirling goodness of those maddening,  strumming fingertips on her clit, and she thought she might lose her  damn mind in this man. Sweat trickled between their bodies and slicked  their movements against each other; she felt a drop run over her hip,  felt wetness trickle from where he invaded her body. Her thighs shook  with effort and exertion. She lifted both arms to grasp his head from  behind, arching her body so that he hit new places inside her, worked  them, made them his. She should have known fucking him would be a  full-body workout.

And she wasn't long for this world of sinful pleasures; her climax built  from deep in her belly, sharpening, tightening. His rapid breathing  turned into breathy groans and he pushed her over, pumping from behind  as she struggled to hold herself up on her arms but gave up when her  muscles collapsed. "Need to see you," he growled, pulling from her with a  jerk that made her entire body spasm, then she found herself flipped  over as easily as if she were a doll. Legs over his shoulders,  manhandled into position by him because she lacked the strength to move.  She took him easily now, and so, so deep, so greedy for him, her body  weeping for release and she couldn't fucking think anymore. But she saw  him, saw how he stared hard into her eyes as his thrusting cock pushed  her over the edge and she fell at last, calling his name like a prayer.





Chapter Eleven


Mike tried to gather his fractured senses enough to check on Savannah's  well-being, but he couldn't quite form a coherent thought yet. He'd just  come so hard he feared he might have blown out the fucking condom, but  gently pulling from her body showed it to still be intact.

He needed to take care of that, but damn if he was going to leave her  right now. Cradling her head in his palm, he kissed her lightly, stroked  her skin wherever he touched, trying to soothe her. She trembled so  violently underneath him. Her cheeks were wet. It made him want to  fucking break something. "Savannah. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she whimpered, snuggling to him. He dropped to her side and  wrapped her tight in his arms, still trying to get control of his own  emotions. For some reason, he had the urge to apologize to her, but damn  if he was sorry this had happened, and he hoped she wasn't either.

He settled for, "Are you sure?"

"I don't know," she admitted. Her breath was hot and quick against his  skin. Her pulse still raged; he could feel it practically shaking her  body. "I think so."

He dropped his nose to her fragrant hair and inhaled deeply. Nothing had  ever felt as delicious as every inch of her against him. She slid her  leg over both of his and he caressed it, delighting in the smooth  softness of her skin. With one final, deep breath, her body began to  relax at last, and then the sexiest, throatiest chuckle he'd ever heard  sounded, making him contemplate doing it all again.