"Harder," she demands, and when I comply, she falls apart. Her orgasm crashes through her, my name a second ragged cry on her lips as she rides my hand.
Before she can fully recover, I replace her fingers with my mouth, tongue flat against her oversensitive clit. She cries out, hands fisting in my hair, body jerking with aftershocks.
"Too much," she gasps.
"Take it," I growl against her, the vibration making her thighs shake. "Let me taste you when you come again."
I work her relentlessly, fingers still inside her, mouth sucking and licking until she's writhing beneath me. When I feel her getting close again, I slow my pace, drawing out her pleasure until she's practically begging.
"Fuck me, Colt." Her honesty strips away any remaining restraint. "I need you inside me. Now."
I reach for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom. Her hand stops mine.
"I'm on birth control." Her eyes meet mine. "And I'm clean. Just got tested after Brett."
"I'm clean too," I tell her. "Get checked regularly."
"Then don't make me wait anymore."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. "Look at me," I command softly. When her eyes meet mine, I push forward, entering her in one slow, steady stroke.
The tight heat of her body nearly undoes me. I freeze, buried to the hilt, fighting for control.
"God, you feel amazing," I groan, forehead resting against hers. "So fucking tight."
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into muscle. "Move. Please."
I pull back and thrust forward again, setting a deliberate pace that has us both panting. She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, taking me deeper.
"Faster," she urges, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips.
I comply, driving into her with increasing force. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall as I lose myself in her body.
To my surprise, she suddenly pushes against my chest. Before I can ask what's wrong, she's flipping our positions, straddling me with a confidence I didn't expect.
"My turn," she says, sinking down on my length with a moan that makes my toes curl.
She rides me with skill that leaves me breathless, her body undulating in a rhythm that builds pleasure with every movement. I grip her hips, guiding her up and down my shaft, mesmerized by the sight of her taking her pleasure.
"Where did you learn to move like this?" I manage between ragged breaths.
A slow smile spreads across her face. "Just because I've never felt that spark doesn't mean I haven't had sex, Colt."
She leans down, changing the angle again, her lips brushing my ear. "Besides, I like riding your cock. Controlling the pace. Making you lose control."
The dirty talk from her sweet mouth drives me wild. I thrust upward, meeting her movements with my own. One hand slides between us to where we're joined, my thumb finding her clit.
"Thought I was supposed to be the one in charge," I growl, circling the sensitive bud in time with our thrusts.
"We can take turns," she gasps, movements becoming erratic as pleasure builds.
I feel her body tightening around me, so close to release. With a swift motion, I flip us again, pinning her beneath me. Her surprised gasp turns into a moan as I drive into her hard and fast.
"Come for me, Savannah." I command, voice rough with exertion. "I want to feel your juices on my cock."
Her body responds to my words, inner walls clenching as she falls over the edge. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, my name on her lips, sends me following right after. Pleasure crashes through me with an intensity that steals my breath, my vision going white as I empty myself inside her.
In the aftermath, we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin, hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm. I pull her against my chest, not ready to break the connection between us. Her head fits perfectly under my chin, her curves molding to my harder planes like she was made to be there.
