t the cutlery, her fucking naked ass is on display.
It’s no wonder my dick is trying to escape; Savannah’s ass is like a fucking homing beacon right now.
Inhaling, I take the plates to the table and raise a brow when Savannah smirks in my direction, and then her eyes pop while fixed on my groin.
“Here, eat before it gets cold.”
The plates on the table, I take my seat opposite where she’s just dropped her ass and smile at her surprised expression.
“You’re…you’re,” she clears her throat and tries again, “you’re, um, showing.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
With eyes full of mischief, I admit, “You teased the fuck out of me while I was making us breakfast. That naked ass kept putting in an appearance whenever you leaned over the table—fucking hot.”
She smiles. “There’s a lot of fuckings today.”
“Hmm, is that a fact?”
“Hmm.” She starts eating her breakfast so I follow, knowing she isn’t finished yet.
She’s up to something because she has that look about her.
While I finish eating, I keep one eye on her, knowing she’ll be making a move.
I’m all for breakfast sex, and I sure as hell hope she is, because my dick is still bursting out of my sweats, and pulsing with fucking need to be inside her tight, wet pussy.
Growling, as my excitement coats the head of my dick, I make her jump until she looks up. Her eyes dip seconds before she’s pushing away from the table.
The T-shirt flies—I lift up and shove my sweats down my hips—and then she’s slowly impaling herself on me.
I grip her hips and keep her in place because I feel one move is all it will take to have me coming so hard I won’t be able to see straight.
Her fingers start rubbing circles around my nipples before she concentrates on each hard bud, sending shards of pleasure to my dick, which swells inside her pussy.
“I can’t wait, babe,” I gasp as her vaginal walls squeeze the hell out of me. “Fuck, I’ll make it up to you.” With those words said, I rock her on me, and then she seems to get a grip with her feet because she starts bouncing up and down in my lap, and fuck me, but my friggin toes curl—even the ones I don’t fucking have anymore.
Her nipples rub back and forth on my chest, and just as my dick swells, ready to release, Savannah starts to climax—thank you, God—and throws her head back, moaning through what looks, and feels, like an intense release.
The feel of her so damn wet, and rippling against me, has my cock swelling and filling her with my own explosive release while my lips lock to one of her cherry nipples that are begging to be bitten…and fuck…if she doesn’t start coming again. I hold her down on my lap, and grind up into her as I feel the suction of her second climax gripping my dick.
It takes minutes for the both of us to catch our breath, and when we do, Savannah wraps her arms around my neck, “I love you, Jace Stone,” and then she seals our lips together.
Her taste and the feel of her naked form against me is enough to get me hard again, but fuck, we can’t. We shouldn’t have done it the first time before a game that I need all my strength for. But how the fuck am I supposed to say no when she has me in a constant state of arousal?
“Savannah, babe,” I brush the hair from her eyes with my fingers, “we really need to get ready to go.”
“I know.”
After planting another quick kiss to my lips, she slowly stands, and catches her breath as I slide from her. Hovering over me, she stays put and looks down, between us.
Following her gaze, my dick is rock hard and glistening with our joint release. I find I’m having to clench my jaw before I pull her back down on top of me.
“Savannah,” I croak.
“I know.” She sighs. “It’s a big turn on seeing you like that while your release runs out of me.”
Fuck! Don’t look. Don’t look.