Forget Me Never Sable Hunter (freda ebook reader txt) 📖

squeezing them gently with his free hand.  The man knew what he was doing; he released the front hook with one deft move and began feverishly tongunipples.  “I want. . . to get . . . to you,” she panted as she wiggled her fingers in between their bodies and began working on his belt and pants.

"Not so fast," Patrick offered, hovering over her, his cock no longer giving Savannah the pressure she lusted after.

"Patrick," Savannah whimpered. "Please." She vibrated under him, reached behind him, grabbed his back and tried to pull him down to her again.

He ran a finger down her chest, across her stomach, smiling at her the entire time, but not saying a word. Savannah bucked and Patrick quieted her with a firm hand on her lower abdomen. Her clit cried out to be touched and when Patrick forced his hand down her pants and grazed the throbbing spot with a soft fingertip over her wet silk underwear, Savannah almost fainted. Her body convulsed and twitched. Patrick rubbed the swollen button again, this time with more pressure and Savannah tossed her head back and forth uncontrollably.  She was always amazed how much he could control her body with something so tiny as his fingertip.

"Please," Savannah begged. "Patrick. Please. I need you inside me."

“God, yes,” he stripped quickly, then lifted her legs and slipped her pants and underwear up slowly, enjoying the unwrapping of her body.  They caught on the back of her knees and when he tugged, he almost flipped her delicate frame off the couch.  “Hey, come back here,” he made a grab for her.

Clutching his arm, Savannah gasped a startled laugh.  “Don’t lose me.”

“Baby, we’re not going to lose one another, I promise.”

Her heart was pounding.  He had that look on his face – that sensual, intense look that told her she was about to be treated to multiple orgasms.   She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he raised her leg and let his palm glide from ankle to thigh.

“I just get lost in the smoothness of your skin.  You’re so soft,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on her calf.  Savannah’s whole body shook with shivers of delight.  And when he repeated the process on the other leg, kissing her behind the knee, she lifted her hips begging for more.  “What can I do for you, Sunshine?”

“Love me, please.”

“Gladly.”  He spread her legs and she reached down and took his cock in her hand, stroking it. Lifting her hips, Savannah rubbed the tip of it up and down her slit, covering it with cream. They both groaned.  Entranced, she watched the look of pure enjoyment on Patrick’s face as she worked the pulsing head back and forth over her clit.  “Oh, God," Patrick exclaimed.  “Put me in, Honey, I need to be inside of you.”

Keeping her eyes locked with his, Savannah canted her hips and guided him to thpening.  “I love this,” she gasped.  “I love that first moment when you push in.”

“I know, it’s like coming home,” he hissed as he pressed into her waiting heat. Patrick began to pump in and out – slowly.

“Yeah, that’s it.  God it feels good!”  Her pussy always ached for him, all she had to do was think about him and it would flower and open, begging to be filled. With smooth strokes, he drew it all the way out, then pushed it all the way back in.

“Put your arms around me, I want to feel every inch of your skin against mine,” Without hesitation, she complied, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. “That’s it, Honey Girl.”  Patrick thrust deeper and harder causing Savannah to dig her nails into his back.  “You are mine, Savannah Doucet.  Don’t ever forget it.  You are mine, forever.”

Savannah didn’t know if it was from the pleasure he gave or the words he whispered, but she came hard, her whole body exploding with bliss.  “Baby, Patrick Baby, I love you so.  I’ll love you forever.”  As she kissed his neck and chest, she felt him cum – his body jerked and shook with its release.

Exhausted from the intensity of their joining, he lay on top of her and she traced her nails over his back.  “I love you, Savannah.  I love you so much.”

*****

During the night, as they lay entwined, his cell rang.  It was the one sound that Savannah had been dreading above all others.  She watched as he rose from the bed, took the phone from the nightstand and went out of the room to find out what was going on.  His leave time was short anyway, why did they have to call him back early?  It would be important, it was always important – a mission whose purpose he couldn’t share with her and if he did, it would scare her to death.  So, she wouldn’t get to know the details, but what she did know was that he put his life on the line, over and over.

Savannah held her breath till he returned.  He stood silhouetted in the door; the light of the moon gave just enough illumination so she could make out his features.  God, he was good-looking.  And he was hers!  If something ever happened to him, how could she go on living?

“I have to go, Savannah-mine.”  He slowly walked toward her.

“No! Not so soon,” she pleaded. Holding her arms out for him, she welcomed him back into her embrace.  He came to the bed and held her tight.  Savannah tried to sit up, but he pulled her back until she lay nestled against him.   “Not yet, I need you with me.”  She felt sick.

“I know, Sweet Baby,” he kissed the side of her face.  Savannah lay in his arms with her head on his chest. “I don’t want o, but it’s my job.  What I have to do this time is important.”  Patrick whispered against her hair.  “But you’re more important.    I’ll be back soon, I promise.  We have