off your clothes and do things to you. Fucking-A, it was a challenge!”
Savannah could hardly believe it. She lay there on his bed, her feelings for him growing stronger each second, imagining him wanting to touch her. Zachary Cushman wanted her ! She felt his finger move an inch or two up the back of her leg. The skin there was extremely soft and sensitive. Her body and mind responded.
“Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, Savannah, I realize the whole vow was just a test. Could I get back in control of my life? Could I press the reset button and start over? Was I still a good person? And I passed the test. I held out. I realize now, I was just waiting for the right woman. It couldn’t be just anybody. It couldn’t be another money-grubber, gold-digger, expensive call girl. I found you, and that’s what this whole thing was all about.”
His hand slid farther up, tantalizingly. She sighed and let her legs open a bit more. His fingers were under her skirt now, moving along her inner thigh. It had been so long…so long since a man had truly touched her…
He leaned over and put his lips lightly to hers. The kiss was long and wonderful. His hand paused near her panties, at the very top of the back of her leg, just inches below her bottom. He stroked her there. It was like he was waiting for permission to keep going.
She kissed him hard, finally releasing her pent-up desires, pressing her tongue greedily into his mouth where it met his tongue and played with it. He could have her. He could take her. She wanted him. She wanted to see his body, to feel it in her hands, to fondle him and make him squirm with pleasure.
But for now she would simply enjoy this kiss.
After a few moments she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She held him to her, kissing him hard, loving his mouth and feeling his smooth lips against hers. His hand probed farther up, stroking the outside of her panties, running along their seam, making Savannah’s head spin.
They kept kissing, and she hardly even noticed when his hand moved away from her crotch.
Something tugged at her shirt and she realized he was undoing her buttons. After the first two, he grunted and tore her shirt open, popping the rest clean off. They flew in all directions and she heard them clatter.
She laughed a little into his mouth at this macho cliché, and felt him smile in return. She realized her white lacy bra was exposed. He pulled away a bit and then leaned back in, kissing her neck, running the tip of his tongue down to her exposed collarbone, then farther, to the top of her bra. Every brush of his lips against her skin seemed to throw off sparks, every touch of his fingertips was like an electric current. Her entire body felt like it was lighting up, charged, ready for what was to come next.
He fondled her breasts through the bra, kissed the exposed top halves of her perfect orbs, then deftly reached back to undo the clasp. The bra fell away and she watched his face as her bare breasts were revealed. She could see that he approved of her small, dark nipples. He bent forward and took one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to hurt…but somehow instead of hurting, the sensation mixed with her dreamlike state and felt almost like a mouth closing onto her clit. She gasped.
Her clit…it was throbbing with desire, yearning to be stroked and licked. She rubbed it a little before tearing her hand away. She knew he would do whatever she asked.
“I need to come,” she said, letting all her inhibitions down. It felt strange to be so demanding, so straightforward. But it was such a thrill!
He looked a little shocked, but quickly recovered. “Okay,” he said.
“Lick me, finger me.” She reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and tight cotton panties. Zachary’s eyes opened wide. She laid the skirt down on her stomach and spread her legs. She allowed her hand to stray
Savannah could hardly believe it. She lay there on his bed, her feelings for him growing stronger each second, imagining him wanting to touch her. Zachary Cushman wanted her ! She felt his finger move an inch or two up the back of her leg. The skin there was extremely soft and sensitive. Her body and mind responded.
“Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, Savannah, I realize the whole vow was just a test. Could I get back in control of my life? Could I press the reset button and start over? Was I still a good person? And I passed the test. I held out. I realize now, I was just waiting for the right woman. It couldn’t be just anybody. It couldn’t be another money-grubber, gold-digger, expensive call girl. I found you, and that’s what this whole thing was all about.”
His hand slid farther up, tantalizingly. She sighed and let her legs open a bit more. His fingers were under her skirt now, moving along her inner thigh. It had been so long…so long since a man had truly touched her…
He leaned over and put his lips lightly to hers. The kiss was long and wonderful. His hand paused near her panties, at the very top of the back of her leg, just inches below her bottom. He stroked her there. It was like he was waiting for permission to keep going.
She kissed him hard, finally releasing her pent-up desires, pressing her tongue greedily into his mouth where it met his tongue and played with it. He could have her. He could take her. She wanted him. She wanted to see his body, to feel it in her hands, to fondle him and make him squirm with pleasure.
But for now she would simply enjoy this kiss.
After a few moments she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She held him to her, kissing him hard, loving his mouth and feeling his smooth lips against hers. His hand probed farther up, stroking the outside of her panties, running along their seam, making Savannah’s head spin.
They kept kissing, and she hardly even noticed when his hand moved away from her crotch.
Something tugged at her shirt and she realized he was undoing her buttons. After the first two, he grunted and tore her shirt open, popping the rest clean off. They flew in all directions and she heard them clatter.
She laughed a little into his mouth at this macho cliché, and felt him smile in return. She realized her white lacy bra was exposed. He pulled away a bit and then leaned back in, kissing her neck, running the tip of his tongue down to her exposed collarbone, then farther, to the top of her bra. Every brush of his lips against her skin seemed to throw off sparks, every touch of his fingertips was like an electric current. Her entire body felt like it was lighting up, charged, ready for what was to come next.
He fondled her breasts through the bra, kissed the exposed top halves of her perfect orbs, then deftly reached back to undo the clasp. The bra fell away and she watched his face as her bare breasts were revealed. She could see that he approved of her small, dark nipples. He bent forward and took one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to hurt…but somehow instead of hurting, the sensation mixed with her dreamlike state and felt almost like a mouth closing onto her clit. She gasped.
Her clit…it was throbbing with desire, yearning to be stroked and licked. She rubbed it a little before tearing her hand away. She knew he would do whatever she asked.
“I need to come,” she said, letting all her inhibitions down. It felt strange to be so demanding, so straightforward. But it was such a thrill!
He looked a little shocked, but quickly recovered. “Okay,” he said.
“Lick me, finger me.” She reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and tight cotton panties. Zachary’s eyes opened wide. She laid the skirt down on her stomach and spread her legs. She allowed her hand to stray
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