Page 17 of Best In Class (Savannah's Best #7)

Dom

S he shifts closer to me. Her hand rests on my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.

I groan, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers.

“Luna,” I start, but she cuts me off with a kiss.

Her lips are soft and demanding against mine.

Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I’m lost.

My hands tangle in her hair, pull her closer. Closer. Closer.

She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.

I can feel her heat, her warmth.

Her body presses against me, her breasts crushed against my chest.

Her hand slides down my stomach, fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers.

My hips buck involuntarily .

“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips, and she smiles, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip.

“You want me to touch you?” Her breath is hot against my skin.

“Yes,” I manage to say before my brain short circuits when her hand slip inside my boxers and wrap around my cock.

She strokes me slowly, her thumb brushing over the head of my erection.

I thrust into her hand.

“Moonbeam.” My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, wanting her closer.

“Dom.” She licks my lips.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

She squeezes me, and it drives me wild.

I pull her onto me until she straddles me.

Her pussy is pressed against my cock. She’s not wearing panties. I know because I saw her sensible black cotton underwear drying in the bathroom.

I slide my hands up her thigh to grip her ass to hold her to me.

“Dom,” she moans, grinding, rubbing her clit against me. Her body is trembling with need. “ Please .”

I want to fuck her so bad. I want to bury myself inside her. Make her scream my name.

But I can’t. Not yet. Not when she doesn’t know the truth. Not when it’s just the physicality of our attraction driving us. I want more. I want it all with her .

“Baby.” My voice is rough with need. “We can’t. Not yet.”

She pouts, her lower lip jutting out in a way that makes me want to bite it.

“I’m not done with you yet.” She shifts and her hand returns to my cock.

She strokes me faster, her thumb brushing over my cock head with every stroke.

She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear, her tongue flicking against my earlobe. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

Well, fuck!

She slides down my body, kissing my overheated skin.

She crouches between my legs.

Her blonde hair is like a beacon. She pulls my boxers away. I let her.

If this is all I can have, I’ll take it.

I want this.

I want her.

Her lips brush against my erection before she takes me into her mouth.

Heaven!

“Luna,” I whimper.

Actually , whimper! Because it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman. Forever since I’ve been with my woman.

Her tongue swirls around the head.

She sucks me deep, her throat tightening around me.

I can feel my orgasm building within moments, can feel the tension coiling in my balls .

It’s too soon. Too fast. I want more.

“Moonbeam.” My hands grip her hair as she sucks me harder, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just under the head. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

She moans around my cock, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.

I can’t stop myself. With her, I never could. I’m like a teenager getting his first blowjob. She gave me my first blowjob.

I come.

My cock pulses in her mouth as she swallows every drop.

She pulls back, licking her lips as she looks up at me with those green eyes that make me want to do things I shouldn’t.

“Your turn… and mine,” I growl.

I yank her up to kiss her. I taste myself. It’s erotic. It’s uninhibited. It’s us.

My hand finds her heat. She’s soaked.

I rub her clit, feel her body tremble.

She moans into my mouth.

“So wet, baby. Sucking me off make you hot?”

“Yes,” she gasps, grinding against my hand.

I slide two fingers inside her.

She cries out.

“More, Dom. More.”

I flip her so she’s on her back. She’s aroused. Her eyes are hooded.

I smile at her.

I curl my fingers inside her.

I know her body inside and out.

I remember everything.

I stroke the velvet spot that makes her scream. Her hips come off the bed.

“Dom.”

“Yeah, Moonbeam.”

“ Please .”

“Use your words,” I order.

She used to be shy about asking me to lick her, fuck her, take her.

“Dom,” she whines.

“Baby, you know how this works.”

I gently stroke her pussy lips, barely touching her.

“Taste me,” she begs.

I bring my fingers to my mouth. Her flavors explode on my tongue. Tart, sweet. Mine .

“Not like that,” she snaps in frustration.

“Say it,” I order.

“Lick my pussy.”

I cup her ass and dive in.

The pulse between her legs matches the drumbeat inside of me.

I’m home.

I’m home.

I’m home.

I’m relentless in how I eat her out. I’m giving her no choice here; she’s going to come on my tongue.

It’s a frenzy of feeling now. Just like when we were kids. And just like then, my cock is hardening again like I didn’t come just minutes ago .

She’s making mewling sounds. I dreamed of these sounds. Her moans. Her cries of release.

She’s my whole world.

I fuck her with my fingers as I suckle her clit. Her thighs shake, and when I can’t stand it any longer, and she’s past that point of delirious need, I bite her gently.

She screams, unravels, and floods my mouth with her taste.

I crawl up her body, and hold her close as she comes down to earth.

We fall into sleep. Into each other.