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I lower myself,dragging her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her bare.
I swear I can smell her slickness as she steps out of the clothing.
I drop the shorts. I’m tempted to shove her panties into my mouth but let them drop too.
“Turn around.”
Savannah does as I ask, and I lick a trail up one of her perfect ass cheeks, before I stand and unclip her bra.
With the band undone, I push the straps off her shoulders, and she lets it fall away to join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
I wrap an arm around her front, forearm between her soft tits, and I pull her back against me.
I know she can feel my cock pressing into the top of her ass, because I feel her body tremble against mine. “I can’t wait to fuck you like this. Your tits bouncing free, as my hips slam into this ass.” I grip her hip with my free hand and hold her steady as I press into her. “But not tonight.”
“W-why not?” Savannah whines, and a smile of pure victory pulls across my mouth.
“Because I said so.” My teeth sink into the soft curve between her shoulder and her neck.
The taste of her skin makes me groan.
Enough waiting.
I lick across the bite before I step back, eyes on Savannah as she turns to face me, totally nude, while I remove my shirt.
Savannah watches me step past her, up to the heavy wood table in the middle of the room where I shove paints to the sides, until there’s an empty spot in the middle.
After I lay my shirt out, I grip Savannah’s waist, and hoist her onto the table, legs dangling over the edge.
Most of the furniture in here was picked out just for her. But I knew I’d want to fuck her in this room, so I found this table at just the right height. Meaning, when I step up between her spread knees, my cock––if it was free––is at the perfect height to slide right into her waiting cunt.
Her hands press against my chest. “Will you kiss me?”
Savannah’s question forces my eyes off her perfectly soft body and up to her eyes.
They’re needy. Glassy. Pretty.
And I will kiss her.
I lean in, our lips nearly touching. “Take out my cock.”
But not quite yet.
My command makes her blink. And swallow. But she still slides her fingertips down my body, ghosting over my abs, stopping to work on my pants.
I lean back enough so we can both watch as she gets the button open and pulls the zipper down, brushing against my length as she goes.
I widen my stance, so my pants settle low on my hips when she pushes them out of the way.
My boxers are strained, and I nearly hold my breath as Savannah rubs along the underside of my dick.
The sensation makes me stand to my full height. “I said take it out, Savannah.”
I can’t decide what to watch––the expressions on her face, or her hands––as she pulls the band of my boxers down until my cock is finally free.
“Grab it.”
She does, her fingers struggling to circle me.