As if summoned by my thoughts, Savannah breaks off from the group and comes to find me.
“Hey stranger,” she says, walking straight past me back into the house. She pauses to give me a hug and leans close to my ear. “I’m just going to change.” Before I can demand more, she slips out of my hold, throwing a come-and-get-me grin over her shoulder.
I knock on the door to the bathroom, trying to be the gentleman my Mama raised me to be. Around Savannah, it seems to be getting harder and harder.
“Just a second,” Savannah calls through the door. I test the knob and find it unlocked. I’ve been good up until this point. I shove the door open and close it quickly behind me.
“I was wondering what took you so long.”
“You just think you can keep me running around?” I grin. She’s got half of her suit off, just those little red bottoms left on, and she holds her t-shirt on her finger and lets it drop to the floor.
“Maybe.”
“Hmm,” I say, moving to stand behind her. My hands run over her ribs to cup her breasts. My blood’s already beating down certain doors.
“People are downstairs,” she reminds me as I kiss my way up her neck. She’s holding on to me like I’m her life preserver. Sometimes, you have to just drown.
“And there was a whole city at the warehouse,” I say. “What’s your point?”
She tries to take control of the situation again. I turn her around, trapping her between the sink and my body. This way she can’t just use her hands on me as a distraction. There’s no other place for her to look than directly into the mirror. She tries to turn around.
“You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself,” I say, giving her a warning smack on her ass. She arches back against me, trying to distract me by using her body. I comply for the moment, letting one hand trace small circles around her breasts, plucking her nipple. She turns her head and catches my ear, giving me a quick nip.
“I thought you liked my hands.”
All the better for me. While she’s busy, I tug the ties of her bikini bottoms loose and the string slips free.
She reaches behind to grab it. I grip her wrists, wrapping the string around them. I tie it off.
“What the fuck?” she asks, pulling playfully against the string. It’s loose enough that she could slip free if she really wanted to. I want this tonight.
“We talked about you using manners. If you ask nicely…” I trail my hand lazily down her stomach and bury my fingers in her *. She’s soaking. “Does this turn you on?” I run circles around her clit, my thumb teasing that small bundle of nerves. She bites her lip to keep from screaming.
“Yes.” Her eyes drift close.
“No. Keep your eyes open,” I say, pushing my fingers deeper into her. Her eyes find mine in the mirror, her blue eyes clear.
“Please fuck me, Cash.” There’s the girl I know.
“Not sure you deserve it, ordering me around like that.” I bury my head in her neck and suck. Her pulse flutters under my tongue, matching the pace of her * as it clenches around my fingers.
I take my time looking Savannah over in the mirror. Holding up my fingers, I show her how wet she is. Her eyes darken.
She leans over, trying to brace herself on something. Wrapping one arm around her front, I trace the other down her back, stopping at the top of her fine, fuckable ass. I strum her nipples. She keeps her eyes on mine as I trace a finger around her asshole.
I rub her slit to gather her juices, and then I press my finger into her and the tight ring of muscles slowly accepts me. She bites her lip and I pull back.
“It’s fine,” she says, breathless. Still, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.
I slowly trail my hands up her sides and palm both her breasts, rolling her nipples through my fingers. Their dark, rosy tips turn rock hard under my attentions. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her struggle against her bonds, her fingers reaching for anything that might distract me.
Too bad. I have found something I like, and I plan on enjoying it.
“Please,” she breathes.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
I take my cock out of my board shorts, and nudge her legs apart with my feet. Thank God we had the condom conversation earlier and got that all sorted out. I am not a bareback type of guy, I always wrap my shit up tight. But with Savy, all I want is to feel her delicious * with no barriers. She spreads eagerly. In one smooth move I slide into her. A hand on her hip and one on her neck, tangling in her curls, I thrust. There is nothing I want more than to continue experimenting with Savannah.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan
She grinds back against me, not letting her bonds get in the way of giving as much as she receives. I drink in every moan that escapes her lips. This is fucking perfect. In the mirror, I watch as her mind loses the fight and gives over to her body. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine but it’s clear I’m in charge now.