Saving Savannah

… and planted a slow, sensual kiss right on Erik’s full, beautiful lips.

“What were you guys saying again,” I teased, “about the more obvious ways you’re interested in me?”

Erik’s arms slid around me, settling just beneath my breasts. He began kissing my neck, hotly, as Roman’s hand took over, somewhere between my legs.

“Well… it’s kinda hard to explain,” Erik murmured, his voice smooth and deep as his lips grazed my ear.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It might be better to just show you.”

His hands roamed further, sliding their way beneath my shirt. Roman’s fingers were gently yet firmly kneading the juncture between my thighs, as my mind reeled with the thrill of a thousand dirty and wanton possibilities.

“And would showing me involve your bedroom, by chance?” I managed to gasp.

“Mmm-hmmm,” he nuzzled into my neck.

Extricating myself from the couch somehow, I stood up and took each of them by one hand.

“Then let’s go.”

Nineteen

SAVANNAH

If there were anything to be learned from my first experience with the guys, it was that they had no limits. As lovers they were ravenously hungry for me. Totally insatiable.

And they were very, very comfortable with what they were doing.

I was stretched out across Erik’s bed, naked between them. Lolling my head back and forth, as they took turns kissing me. I was soaking wet. Legs spread. A dripping hot mess…

Holy fuck…

As if that weren’t intense enough, they were fingering me gently — together. Two independent hands, working in tandem. Driving me into an absolute frenzy as they circled my clit, glided along my folds, and sawed in and out of me, deep and slow.

This could get totally addicting.

I was practically squealing, it felt so good. And as much as I wanted them to plunge right in and just fuck the hell out of me, I was also enjoying it so much I didn’t want them to stop.

“You good?”

Erik’s smile was more of an evil, twisted smirk. He brushed a lock of hair back from my eyes as he asked the question.

There was no use in lying.

“Fucking amazing.”

He chuckled softly and kissed me, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. Down below a pair of fingers curled exquisitely upward, brushing that one incredible spot that caused my whole body to jolt with electric pleasure.

“That’s what we like to hear.”

I could do this all night. No, scratch that. I could do it for days…

“We’re glad you’re here,” Erik murmured into my mouth. “You were all we could think about…”

A hand pulled my chin in the other direction, and suddenly I was being kissed by someone else. Roman’s mouth was hot and wet, the smoothness of his skin contrasting starkly against Erik’s sexy, five-o’clock shadow. Or ten o’clock. Or whatever the fuck time it was.

“All week long,” said Roman, his thumb rubbing tantalizing circles around my clit. “Every single day. All three of us, we couldn’t stop talking about you.”