“Holy shit.”
Either she loved it or she hated it. Or maybe she was even offended by it, the look on her face was such shock and astonishment it could’ve gone either way.
“This is me?” she asked needlessly. “Just look at it! I’m so totally badass!”
Okay, so she liked it. Relief flooded through me.
“Roman, this is incredible.”
“Thanks.”
Savannah stared down at the cover for another moment or two, then began flipping through the pages of the book. All of them were blank.
“I haven’t written it yet,” I admitted. “But I figured it would be fun. She’s a tough chick. An ex space marine, trapped on an alien planet. And she’ll be totally badass of course, like you said.” I cleared my throat. “If that’s all okay with you, of course.”
She nodded vaguely, while staring at the cover again. “Yes.” I noticed she reached up and rubbed her own shoulder, right where her scar would be. “Thanks for keeping this, by the way,” she said. “It’s… well, it’s cool that you didn’t try to hide it.”
I sat down on the bed, which sank beneath both our weight. It wasn’t the greatest mattress, or the greatest apartment. But I was getting more and more convinced, I had the greatest of girls here with me.
“You sure you’re okay with it?” I asked one last time.
Savannah reached back and slid one hand through my thick mess of hair. Rolling her fingers tight, she dropped the would-be comic to my cluttered nightstand and pulled my lips to hers. My vision tunneled. I saw nothing but fireworks as she kissed me with an undeniable arousal and longing.
Damn.
“I’m more than okay,” she whispered, pulling me down into the bed with her. Her body was on fire. A blanket of heat, molding itself against mine.
“Especially now.”
Thirty-Eight
SAVANNAH
“Mmmmm…” I moaned, kissing myself from Roman’s perfect mouth. My tongue darted hotly against his. Dipped between his sticky, honey-coated lips. “I taste good.”
He rolled me over, spreading my legs again. Kissing me back with every bit as much intensity and passion as I’d just done to him.
“You sure fucking do.”
We’d just gone down on each other for what seemed like forever. First one on one, then wrapped tightly together in a hot sixty-nine. His tongue felt incredible inside me. He’d dragged it over every inch of my womanhood. Thrust it achingly deep inside me, until I couldn’t stand it any longer and had begged him to fuck me.
And fuck me he did… hard and fast. Taking me all the way with strong, long strokes. Bouncing my ass deep into his terribly broken mattress, until we were screwing practically an inch off the floor.
I’d laughed as I felt even more springs give way, and Roman laughed with me. This was the last hurrah for this bed. I doubted he’d be sleeping on it again after tonight, much less fucking. And yet…
And yet I wanted him to be fucking me. Me and nobody else. It was crazy and foolish and a thousand other more selfish things, but I couldn’t even imagine him bringing another girl back here. Screwing her into this shitty mattress. Covering her mouth with his big strong hand as she screamed through a violent orgasm, to keep any of his roommates from hearing.
Just like he’d done with me.
Right now he was between my legs for a third time, and he still hadn’t come yet. Roman was an absolute machine. His cock a thick, hard, climax-inducing monster that I just couldn’t get enough of. I wanted to worship it again and again with my mouth and tongue. Yet at the same time, I couldn’t wait to feel it once more buried inside me.
“Spread your legs…”
God, his voice! The way he ordered me around. I loved every aspect of him being in total command, and I loved being pinned beneath him too.
“Now,” whispered Roman. “Listen up…”
He was kissing my ear. Sending intense shivers rocketing through my body, as he dragged his cock up and down through the folds of my dripping slit.