Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty Five
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.