SILENT DESIRES

She continued this motion, going gradually faster and faster as his fingers tightened in her hair. She gently touched his balls, knowing she was on the right track when she began to taste him as he released that little drop of fluid, and she groaned with enjoyment. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, as her fingers clutched the base of his cock while continuing to stroke it, his athlete’s body tensing and clamping without regard for anything but the pending release.

She blew more air on the sensitive skin while milking him, and he groaned, neck muscles tense with the agony of holding back. She was ready to give him the release he so desperately needed and licked her palm to get ready for more when a firm hand covered hers.

“No. Not like this. I want to be in you,” he commanded. It wasn’t a request. Savannah was more than ready to comply, but he beat her to it.

He searched for her clit, finding her willing again. “You make me want to take you right now, Savvie” A completely new wave of arousal came out of nowhere, slamming her, making her want to fuck him for the rest of time. Or, at least, for the next hour. She wanted to straddle him, to ride him, to feel that Greek-God body on top of hers, to be together and come together and so much more.

“Climb on me, Savvie. I want to touch you,” he said, pulling her gently onto his hips. She was so wet as she reached beneath her, straddling his hips now, the little scalloped edges of muscle where his abs met his hips too tempting not to touch. As her fingertips brushed there he shivered and nudged her just so- making the tip of him go in her. It felt like sinking into the perfect, hot bath, like the first bite of a chocolate torte in a cafe in Paris, like-so cliched!-like coming home.

To a home you didn’t know you had.

He pulsated and she moaned with pleasure as her thighs hit his balls. “You are so amazing,” she moaned.

Her entire body stretched up, catlike, her breasts thrusting forward and instantly covered with his enormous palms, the feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples like a direct, hot route to her clit. Something zinged on her arm, then again on her thigh, and she felt more inside her pussy walls, her body overcome with little zaps that hurt, then faded.

As she rocketed herself up to the mushroom cap, the friction made her shiver, growing an orgasm that felt like it might just very well be more supernova than any before. He licked one hand and stroked her nipple, then repeated on the other side, the pale pink skin pebbling at his touch, making her throat tighten and her passage wetter than she thought it could be. He was making her G-spot scream for attention. She shifted, changing her weight distribution, then drew him all the way out to the tip, clamped her pussy, hard, then impaled herself.

“How did you-What are you doing?” he groaned. “Do more,” he urged, his hips thrusting up to catch her now, the rhythm clear. He was close, and so was she. She was at a loss, the feeling too intense.

Matt took charge, his hands on her ass, guiding her in rhythm as he used his glutes and thigh muscles to push up, then pull back. If he angled her hips just so, he could hit her- “Ah, God, right there, Matt!” she gasped.

She needed to touch herself, as he widened her pleasure zone by stretching his legs open a bit. Sitting up, she gave herself access to her clit, a bit shy. Some guys didn’t like it when she touched herself, but- “Yes,” he urged. “Take the pleasure you deserve, Savvie,” he added, kissing the hand that had just touched her clit. She grinned and parted the soft, thick skin of her mons, finding her clit standing at attention and ready for explosion.

A few strokes down to her hot cave, where Matt thrust in and out and moaned and clenched, and she had liquid to move and circle, to- She ground into him, the feeling so maddening, pounding beautifully into her cervix. And then she just… tipped over. That was it, and the release was there with very little warning, her hitched breath and sudden clamping the only clue poor Matt had. “Oooooohhhh!” she moaned. She hollered and wriggled and thrust back, hot cream and sex bursting as their juices flowed, gushing.

“The heat! You are so warm, so-” Fading out, Matt’s voice disappeared but he bucked up, fucking her hard and fast as he drained himself of his orgasm, too, their bodies twitching and pushing against each other to use whatever the laws of physics would give them. Her body made her come repeatedly, her flesh too weak to manage anything but release.

He pounded and pounded, she slammed back, he stroked her belly, and took one hand to tweak her right nipple, the pain mixing with the thrusting and the explosion to make her scream an animal sound-and then it was just a tired feeling, all cock and slick and mouth.

They slowed, little clenches from the remainders of their sex slowing down.

Savvie was still full of him as Matt relaxed, trapping her, their wetness and his muscled body all she felt now. She had no thoughts, her body surrendered, everything good, all complete.

Neither said a word. Not one. They fell asleep and by the time Savannah woke up, it was morning.

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Savannah drifted slowly from a lovely languorous sleep, a deep sense of well-being seeping into her consciousness, her body uncurling and stretching, reveling in feeling good. She lifted her arms up over her head, arched her back and opened her eyes.

Shock slammed into her heart.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Matt Bradford was standing at the end of the bed, watching her, a satisfied little smile lurking on his lips, his hair wet, slicked back, his dark eyes taking their fill of her, his magnificent body unashamedly naked except for a white towel slung over one shoulder.

He was definitely real.

And she was in his bed, his apartment.