Page 36 of Savage in the Sheets
She trembles under my touch as I caress her neck, shoulders, and breasts, taking a taut nipple into my mouth.
Perfect, round, and as perky as DDs can get—I’m in heaven. It’s not an exaggeration to say that she could be a centerfold in a titty magazine.
I lavish her perfect breasts with my tongue as she grabs fist fulls of my hair, moaning urgently. She’s getting me worked up and so full of need to taste her that I can’t wait any longer.
“Get over here,” I rasp, snaking my arms under her thighs, grabbing her hips, and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.
She squeaks the cutest sound I’ve ever heard, both surprised and joyful. But still, she grows stiff.
“You have to learn to receive pleasure, Savage. Men want a woman that knows how to enjoy herself. That wants pleasure.”
She accepts lame excuse and allows me to peel her lace panties from her body, positioning her legs upward so I can usher them off.
Fully naked, Jenna is a goddess most men are not worthy of. I’m pretty fucking sure I shouldn’t have the privilege of breathing the same air as her. She’s smart, funny, sexy, and my best friend. How have I never noticed just how hot she is?
Her pussy is bare and glistening, begging for me to lick it.
Getting to be the first man to ever make Jenna come makes me swell with pride, but these things shouldn’t be rushed and must be savored.
“Tell me what you want, Savage.”
“Well, ummm—”
“Don’t Rosie this shit,” I growl. “Say it.”
“I want you to lick me.”
“Where?”
“Right here.” She reaches down and begins rubbing herself, which is sexy as hell and gets me even more aroused, which doesn’t seem possible.
I watch for a moment, learning from her, then begin kissing her inner thighs, working my way towards her core.
Her hands grab my head, fingers dig into my scalp, and when my tongue finally brushes against the delicate folds of her cunt, her whole body tenses.
She presses my head to her like I’m a flight risk. “Oh, God—this feels so good.”
Inwardly, I smile as I lap in a slow, steady rhythm, working my way upward to her glistening pearl.
Her moans are primal and desperate, music to my ears. It doesn’t take long for her hips to thrust up against me, needy from want.
“Oh God—yes!” she chokes out, her hand disallowing me from disengaging.
I love that she wants it so badly.
I draw my tongue along her sex, taking my time, relishing the tensing of her muscles and trembling of her thighs. I liken it to creating a beautiful piece of art or playing a symphony.
“Come for me, Savage,” I murmur, circling my tongue closer and closer to her clit, ready to unleash a cyclone of chaos once I’ve had my fun.
“Please,” she urges.
“Please, what?”
“Hurry!”
I increase my tempo, honing in, applying perfect pressure, until she’s panting, shaking, and cursing my name.
I insert a finger into her perfect pussy, tipping her over the edge, her body clenching around my finger as she shakes and thrusts wildly from side to side.
