Page 34 of Best In Class (Savannah's Best #7)

Dom

W hen we get back to her place, I let her lead us to her bedroom.

Tonight will be the night. I know it.

After years of waiting, we’ll finally have each other, not as kids, not as people who didn’t know their minds and hearts, and were more hormones than feelings, but as grown-ups who love each other desperately.

Luna’s eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the years we’ve lost, the pain, the longing, all swirling in those deep green pools.

Her lips tremble like she’s holding back a storm.

I feel it, too. After all, it’s been a decade since I’ve been inside of her.

I can smell her—sweet and intoxicating—like she’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have.

Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, her nipples hard as diamonds under her dress. I want to tear it off her, but I don’t. Not yet.

I want to savor.

“Stay the night,” she says.

I step closer, my body moving on its own, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My hands tremble as I reach for her, my fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek. Her skin is soft, so soft, and I can’t believe she’s finally mine.

She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. I can feel the heat radiating off her body.

My cock is already hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans, and I know she can feel it, too. Her hand reaches out, her fingers grazing the bulge in my pants.

I let out a low groan.

“Luna,” I growl, my voice rough with need.

She doesn’t say anything, just presses into me. I can feel the curve of her breasts against my chest, the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her dress.

My hands move to her waist, gripping her tightly. I crash my mouth onto hers, kissing her with all the hunger and desperation that’s been building inside me for the past ten years.

Her lips are soft. They part for me, letting me slide my tongue into her mouth.

She tastes like mint and something sweet, something uniquely Luna.

I can’t get enough.

My hands move up her back, pulling her to me as I deepen the kiss .

She moans into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair, and I can feel her body trembling.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

She gasps, her head falling back as I work my way down to her collarbone.

Then I go back to her mouth.

Our kiss is hungry, desperate, fucking primal. Her tongue meets mine. I can’t get enough of her taste—sweet, salty, fucking perfect.

She moans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I grind against her, letting her feel how much I want her, how much I’ve missed her.

“Dom,” she rasps, pulling away just enough to look at me. Her green eyes are dark, wild, and I know she’s as far gone as I am.

I don’t say a word. I just pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist like she was made for me. Her pussy is pressed against my cock, and I can feel how wet she is through her panties.

It’s driving me insane.

I carry her to her bed and lay her down like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

I undress her and then just look my fill, my eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body.

Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

My dick throbs, desperate to be inside her, but I take my time, cherishing every moment .

I strip off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers.

I climb onto the bed.

I cup her breasts. They’re perfect. Full, round, begging for my attention. I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.

She arches into me, sighing my name.

“Dom, please,” she begs after a while, and I know what she wants.

I move down her body and part her thighs.

Her pussy is glistening, swollen, ready for me.

I lick her once, just a tease, just a taste.

Then, because I can’t resist her, I bury my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her clit like she’s sustenance.

She lets out a loud moan, her hands gripping my hair as I eat her out like a man starved.

My tongue flicks over her clit, teasing and sucking as she writhes above me.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate.

I can feel her thighs trembling.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

She screams my name.

Her body shakes as she comes undone on my tongue. I keep going, licking and sucking until she’s completely spent.

I wait until she’s past the aftershocks, past the release. And then, I position myself between her legs, my cock resting against her wet pussy.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with so much emotion it almost breaks me.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion.

I push into her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

She’s so tight, so warm. It feels like coming home.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, like we were made for each other.

Her sounds fill the room, mingling with my groans as we lose ourselves in each other.

I can feel her pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper with every thrust.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that I know will be there for days. Marks I’ll be proud of.

“Dom,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she gets closer to the edge. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Moonbeam.” I slam into her harder, faster. I know how she likes it. I know her .

Her body tenses, and then she’s screaming my name as she comes undone.

Her pussy squeezes me so hard it hurts.

“I love you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“I love you.”

I kiss her again, hard, desperate, and then I’m coming, filling her up like she’s mine all over again.

She clenches around me, another orgasm crashing over her, and we both lose ourselves in each other .

When it’s over, I collapse on top of her. Her arms hold me, her hands stroking my back.

We’re sweaty. Spent.

I don’t let go. I can’t. Not ever again.

“This is forever,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she agrees.